Starts off from where the last chapter ended. Focuses on Becca and Leah but our other sisters will make an appearance in the next chapter! Happy no more college to ispiltthemilk!

Sadie- belongs to SPNxBookworm

Kate- belongs to Jenmm31

Becca- belongs to ispiltthemilk

Chapter 10

The best lesson I could learn from Bobby Singer was that family didn't end with blood. And it was a good thing that it didn't. I knew there was a room for me at Lisa's house with Dean and my nephew but I figured one destroyed Winchester under one roof was enough. Dylan had been doing his best to keep my busy with simple salt and burn cases to the point it was almost methodical. Get up, research, fight the supernatural, drink, hope to sleep, and repeat. Somewhere within all of that I lost myself.

Becca had hesitantly asked where I was and I was quiet for a moment unsure if I should have said. She was my best friend, my sister, my family and not once had I picked up the phone to check on her after her dad died. Not once did I call to wish her happy birthday or just to make sure she was even still alive. Yet, here I was, more destroyed than I had ever been, and she was willing to help me. I almost wasn't sure I deserved it except I needed it.

I left a note for Dylan that I was fine, at least the Winchester definition of it, so he wouldn't call my brother and send out a search party. Throwing my duffle over my shoulder, I stood by the edge of the road and waved down the next taxi that passed. I took it two towns over, booked another motel room, and waited.

Not knowing what car Becca would be driving I hadn't even realized she was there until I saw someone walking toward me. The whole world seemed to stop when I saw her; harder than the last time, more guarded with her lips pressed into a thin line and tiny crows feet at the corners of her eye. Being within ten feet of each other for the first time in over a year I was nervous with what to expect. I needed her, there was no doubt about that, and though I said it over the phone I couldn't risk pushing her further away.

Seeing her though crumbled the last bit of control I had on my emotions. Tears streamed down my cheeks with no end in sight and I made no move to wipe them away. "He's gone."

"I know."

"I'm sorry."

"I know."

Then Becca did the unexpected. She closed the distance between us and wrapped her arms around me in a bone crushing hug, tucking my head into her shoulder. I froze on contact out of pure shock but then the flood gates opened and I sobbed even harder. At first it was for losing Sam but then it melted into every little thing that had chipped away my armor over the years and finally landed on how stupid I was for pushing way my best friend.

Becca lowered us to the ground and if there was anyone around I couldn't care less. She didn't smooth down my hair or rub comforting circles on my back. She just kept me in a tight embrace as if she was scared of letting go.

"It hurts…I don't know how to stop the pain."

"You don't have to," she assured, never letting up on her hold.

"I do. I can't breathe."

When someone mentioned the Winchesters it was always Dean, Sam, and Leah. The siblings that not only hunted but were also too dependant on one another to survive. And we were. Take away the leg of a chair and it is no longer able to stand, to support any weight. Take away Sam and suddenly the weight of the world was too heavy on my chest.

Becca helped me off the sidewalk and brushed off the back of her jeans, a smile painted on her face. "Well, then I will just have to help you figure out how to."

X-X-X

I never thought someone that wasn't Sadie could be such a mother hen but Becca was fitting into the role quite well. And I let her. It was nice not to have to make even the simplest of decisions and it started to feel like old times again. The last night we ever saw each other never got brought up but it filled the room with a light tension. Who was really to blame though? We both could have said something different and changed our actions but we didn't. There was no magic time turner to make everything better. We had to do it ourselves.

After a two days in the motel room full of crying, drinking, and horrible television Becca decided that it was enough. About ninety percent of our best memories were made in the car and that's where she planned to keep for the next several hours as if it were our own bubble, an escape from reality. She had all but forced me into the shower, saying things I will not repeat, while she set out to find us a destination.

I had to admit clean clothes did feel pretty good and though I still wasn't one hundred percent it definitely was an improvement. Still drying my hair with the towel, I came back in to the room and had to quickly duck as Becca's cell phone came flying at my head.

I raised an eyebrow in question as I tossed the towel back into the bathroom. Becca ran a hand through her hair, trying to hide whatever emotion was clawing its way to the top. "You know Dean. If I'm not there to watch him he just goes and sells his soul…poor jackass can't even figure out how to change the channel on the TV if you don't walk him through it."

The words cut through me like knives but that wasn't what hurt the most. I didn't even know what was going on in Becca's life anymore. There was a time when I would have been able to say what she had for breakfast or the fact that she didn't actually eat. "Wait, what? He sold his soul?! The hell you doing here with me then?"

"It's fine," she waved me off but when I hadn't moved or blinked she continued after a long sigh. "He still has a few more months before…" She cleared her throat and focused on me again, nodding to my duffle. "You ready?"

X-X-X

Apparently, Kate was the in the next state over and we were going to meet up for a little more drinking. Leaning back in the seat, I watched the world pass me by. I felt guilty for allowing myself to be happy when I knew what Sam must be going through right now in the pit with Michael and Lucifer. What ever it was would make my time down there seem like a bad summer vacation. A little while later, I turned the music down and took a deep breath. There were quite a few things we had to talk about and if we both didn't stop being stubborn then we would go another year without speaking. I ignored the glare I received for touching the radio and opted to keep my gaze out the windshield. "You know, I'm sorry about…before."

"Stop"

"I am, Bec…I…" I trailed off not knowing how to exactly to say that I was sorry for how the way things ended, I was sorry that her brother sold his soul, and that I was sorry for being a shitty friend to begin with. The words never came though.

"Winchester shut your mouth."

Silence filled the car for a few more hours besides the two of us randomly signing along to a song on the radio and even the smallest of smiles here and there when one of us played the part of backup singer. We still had three hours before we got to the town Kate was staying in and I couldn't help myself. "Dean really going to hell?"

Becca threw me a look that should I have known better than to bring it up again and her knuckles got white as her grip tightened around the steering wheel. "No you made it sound like so much fun he thought he would give it a go."

"How long does he have?" I asked, ignoring the sarcasm she often used as a defense mechanism. If she could find it in her heart to be here when I needed her then the least I could do would be to try and help her too.

"Three months."

"I might be able to get him out of it."

Becca squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and took a deep breath. I would have yelled at her for closing her eyes while driving but we were in the middle of no where though I'm sure she still would have found something to hit. She opened her eyes again before I could comment. "There is no way out of it. I've tried. A lot. To the point of giving up."

"Do you trust me?" There was complete silence in the car and for a minute I thought that all the good times we'd had would only be memories. I wasn't going to accept that as our future though. I had already lost Sam. I couldn't stand losing her too. "Did you trust me?"

"With my life."

"Then trust me when I say that I just lost my brother. The same brother I spent four months in hell for. There's no bringing him back this time. He's gone, Becca. And Dean's… just let me try, okay? If it doesn't work then you're in the same place you're at now but it couldn't hurt to try. I want to help."

She seemed to mull over the words for a moment before she glanced at me out of the corner of her eyes. "Why?"

"Because I don't want you to ever feel like this."

Becca hung her head and smirked before a sarcastic laugh left her lips that sounded so foreign coming out of my best friend. "You don't know what I'm feeling." And she was right. I didn't. But I wanted to and before I had the chance to think of something to say she spoke again. "What would you do?"

"To get him out of the deal?"

Becca rolled her eyes and I could see she had to bite back a sarcastic comment. "Mhmm."

"Talk to a friend of mine."

The sliver of hope that I had seen creep into her eyes faded away. "No hunter has a way out of this deal, Leah. You should know that first hand."

I nodded, wondering how she was going to the news because I had a hard time swallowing it the first time I was in her shoes. "This is a different kind of friend."

"Who?" She asked reluctantly and I could feel her trust starting to waver again.

"His name is Castiel. He's an angel."

She outright laughed and I couldn't blame her. "You expect me to honestly believe angels exist? In this shitty of a world?"

"They do."

"Damn it, Leah," she let out a long sigh, "I thought you were done with the drugs."

The accusation threw me for a loop and I automatically got defensive. My sobriety was something I had worked hard on. "I am!"

Becca snorted as she took an exit to get onto another state road, "Clearly."

I couldn't really blame her, the last time I saw her I was high on cocaine and misery but I had hoped that she would have been able to see it in my eyes that I was me again. I couldn't dwell on that now though. I needed to save Dean to save Becca. "Look, lemme just call him…see if there's anything he can do."

"Don't bother."

"Bec-"

"Stop it. How dare you get my hopes up with some ridiculous scheme. What's the drug of choice this time? Pills? Powders? Did you graduate to needles?" She pulled the car to the side of the road and threw it into park. "Get out."

I glanced around at the landscape that was nothing but fields for miles then back to her face which held no amusement. "Are you serious right now?"

"I thought I could do it. I thought you had changed but you're still stuck in your own little world or head or whatever and I can't do it. I have enough shit to worry about right now without adding your problems too. Get out." She popped the trunk and I got out of the car not seeing any other way out of this. I grabbed my duffle and before she could drive away she rolled down the window. "And Leah? Don't call me."

She drove away and for the first time I was as alone as I felt. I had cried enough though. I had let my emotions make every decision for me since Sam jumped into the gaping hole in the ground and it was time to think of someone other than myself. I did the only thing I could think to do. I closed my eyes and prayed.

Castiel, I need your help