I groaned as I rolled over and I felt something cold and damp underneath my cheek. I had a headache and I couldn't get myself to open my eyes. I was tired and felt like I had a hangover with the way I was feeling. I groaned again and felt the ground underneath me, cement. I heard some rustling and someone whining but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I groaned one more time as I opened my eyes. Everything was blurry and I rolled on my back. I rubbed my eyes trying to get them to work. I blinked a couple more times and found myself staring at a wooden ceiling. I heard more of that rustling and whining and sat up.

I saw Dean tied to a pole, his mouth duck taped and he had a cut on his head. He was looking at me and trying to talk. I ran over to him and took the duck tape off his mouth.

"Oh my God, what happened?!" I went to untie him when I felt myself being pulled back and falling on the ground.

"It's Anne!" yelled Dean.

I looked around for anything, iron or salt but the basement was empty. I felt a hold on my neck and I was being picked up off the ground. I started choking and Anne appeared in front of me holding me on the neck.

"You poor thing, I saw what he did," said Anne and she ran her hand down my face. She set me down but I couldn't move. "How he hurt you, how he betrayed you." A flash went through my mind of the morning I woke up and found Dean gone.

"Stop it!" I growled looking at her and then at Dean. Anne turned around to Dean and he tilted his head down and growled in pain. "Stop it! Stop hurting him!"

Anne turned her head to look at me. "Oh, I'm not hurting him. I'm only showing him what he had done to you."

I watched Dean in pain at the memory and then he lifted his head up when it was done. He looked right at me. I looked away feeling ashamed and embarrassed that he had seen me like that. I looked at Anne. "You had no right to show him that."

Anne turned back to me and grabbed me arms. "He had to see. He had to see what he had done to you. Making you suffer. Making you feel the way you did."

"He apologized enough for what he did."

"But you still don't forgive him." It wasn't a question, it was statement. It was true, I still didn't forgive Dean for what he had done. I didn't know if there was a way for me to forgive him. She smiled and caressed my cheek. "See, you don't forgive him. He hurt you real bad. He hurt you in a way that you could never look at him the same. He hurt your pride, your heart." I closed my eyes hoping that if I opened them up she will be gone, Dean wouldn't be tied up hearing any of this and I would be in my bed in the hotel room.

I opened my eyes and Anne was still there and Dean was still tied up staring between me and Anne. "Hurt him, Leilah. You have to hurt him. Hurt him like he hurt you."

"By killing him?"

"No." A knife appeared in her hand. "Revenge, by making him feel the pain you felt."

I shook my head as I tears slid out of my eyes. She looked at me angry and grabbed my face pulling me over to Dean. She made us stare at each other. "Look at him! He's not sorry! He's never been sorry! You can't trust him! You can't let him hurt another one like he had hurt you! Do it, Leilah! Make him feel the pain and suffering that you went through!"

She put the knife in my hand and I shook my head. "I can't…I can't do it."

"Yes you can Leilah. Do it. Think of what he had done to you and just use it to hurt him."

Anne backed away and I stared at the knife in my shaky hand. I looked up at Dean. "It's ok Leilah." A single tear fell from the corner of his right eye. "I'm sorry."

I laid my head against his and closed my eyes shaking my head. "I can't, I can't do it." I opened my eyes feeling something come over me and looked him in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Dean." He nodded as I pulled the knife back about to stab him when Anne started to scream. I turned my head to see Anne screaming and flames burning around her. Her body exploded and she was gone.

I shook my head feeling like myself again and dropped the knife. I turned to Dean who was staring in the spot Anne was. I wiped my face and walked behind him untying him. This was going to be an awkward ride back to the hotel and back to Bobby's.

I was in the room at Bobby's that Melissa and I shared. I was still freaking out about the whole Anne thing. I can't believe she showed him what had happened. I didn't even realize that I was pacing my room. I didn't want Dean to know how I felt when he left. I didn't want him to know how upset I was. That was my memory. The only memory I would never let anyone but Melissa know about. How bad I felt when he left.

There was a knock on the door and I knew it had to be him. "Come in."

As I said, I knew who it was, Dean came walking in and shut the door behind him. "Hey." I just smiled at him and kept my distance. "Look I know you didn't want me to see that memory, to know how you felt but you need to know something." He kept coming closer to me and I felt like running away from him. If he thought by sharing his feelings with me he could get me in bed, he was wrong. "I didn't just see what happened, I could feel your pain. And I'm…I'm really sorry. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that I'm sorry. I just want you to be able to forgive me, please."

I looked away, Anne was right about one thing, I could never fully forgive him.

"Please, Leilah…you're the only that can make me beg. Do you want me to go on my hands and knees and beg you?"

I shook my head. "No, no…it's fine Dean. But…I can never fully forgive you."

He nodded and licked his lips looking away. "I want you to know, I never stopped caring about you." He looked back at me and I gave him a funny look. Without a warning his hands were on my face and he kissed me. His lips burned mine as another memory came pouring through my mind…

I woke up with the sun coming through my window. I held the sheet tightly against me and turned on my side to find Dean gone. I sat up and looked around to find that his clothes were of course gone. I grabbed my cell phone and checked for any messages, nothing. I got up from my bed and walked to the window and saw his car was gone. I knew it…I knew he would do this to me. How stupid could I be?

I walked back to my bed and sat on the edge. I put my hand over my mouth as the tears flowed down my face. I put both hands over my face as I cried. I was so stupid; I can't believe I let him get what he wanted. I used to be so strong and I let one guy through and he hurt me like I knew he would. Damn you Dean Winchester…

I pushed Dean off of me staring at him angrily. "What are you doing?"

"I…Look Leilah…"

"Did you think you could come in here and try to sweet talk me into bed?!"

"No, Leilah that's not what I…"

"Get out…get out now!"

Dean looked at me one last time and left. I sat down on my bed and put my head in my hands as I cried. I heard my door open again and the bed move.

"It's me," said Melissa as she pulled my closer to her.

"We need to get out of here," I said. "I can't do this anymore. I can't be near him."

Melissa nodded as she smoothed out my hair. "Ok, when their asleep, we'll leave. We'll hotwire one of the cars in the yard." I nodded and I still felt the burning on my lips. I closed my eyes and just let my sister comfort me.

Around twelve is when the guys were all fast asleep. Mel and I grabbed out bags and didn't want to take any chances of waking any of them up they went out the window. We threw our bags on the ground and climbed down the drain pipe on the side of the house. We ran towards cars and looked to find one that was in decent shape.

I climbed into the driver's side and started to hot wire it. "Come on, come on…" The car finally came to life and I slowly went out the yard not wanting to wake them up. Once I was at the end of the driveway I floored it, turned the lights on and headed north.

"What if they call?"

"Don't answer."

Melissa grimaced and looked out the window, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

"The girls are gone!" yelled Sam running down the stairs.

"What?" asked Bobby looking up from the newspaper.

"What do you mean they're gone?" asked Dean getting up from the couch and nearly spilling his coffee.

"Like I said, they're gone. They're stuff isn't upstairs, they aren't upstairs, they are gone."

Dean grabbed his cell phone and hit speed dial.

I woke up hearing my phone vibrate. I looked down and saw Dean on the screen.

"You going to get it?" asked Melissa. She was now driving. "It's been vibrating nonstop. I'm surprised your phone hasn't died yet." I picked it up and flipped it open. For a split I heard Dean's voice but I quickly shut it. I hit the power off button and sighed. I looked at the time and saw it was seven in the morning. I leaned back in the seat and Melissa just shook her head.

"Maybe we should go back."

"Why?"

"I'm starting to think maybe this was a childish idea. We are all adults, we shouldn't be acting like children."

"You mean me and Dean?"

"Yes! You and Dean! You are blinded by fear and hate that you don't see that he still cares about you!"

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" Before Melissa could retort our vehicle got hit by another car making us flip over twice and spin out. All I could hear was Melissa screaming as I started to black out again.

AN: Damn…Leilah has some pretty bad luck!...reviews please it's what keeps me going lots of love j.b.