Chapter Ten

The Record Won't Stop Skipping

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It was hours before he could pry Dean's blood soaked body away from Leah, him looking pissed off as he sat himself into the drivers seat of the car, put the key into the ignition, and began to drive.

Sam didn't know what to do or say as the miles passed- didn't know what. God, this was just so hard. After an hour he called Quinn, who had preformed the autopsies on all of the girls, and told him of Leah's body.

Dean said nothing, just drove at speeds insane even for Sam.

Finally, he and his brother had something in common. They had both lost loves to the supernatural. After he had lost Jess, there was nothing Dean or anyone could say to make it better, and the know that this situation was the same. After an hour and a half, he stifled a sentence. "Dean- where are we going?"

"To California?"

"Why?"

"To beat Dad's ass-"

"Why?"

"Because this is his fault. Mom is his fault- Jessica is his fault- he did it all." Dean had always looked up to his father, but now his voice was full of spite and hatred. "Made us do all this bullshit for him while he is off on some wild goose chase." Dean beeped the horn, cursing madly at the driver in front of them, before passing, and then he fell silent.

What was Sam soposed to say? There was nothing that the could say. He was just confused, so confused.

He felt like Dean needed someone to blame.

He had banished the demon back to hell, and he knew full well that the demon hadn't killed Leah. Ultimately, she and taken her life into her own hands, though Dean didn't want to believe that. Didn't want to believe that Leah was capable of doing such a thing, so he was going to blame his Dad.

There was something that Dean wasn't telling Sam. He could always tell, but he didn't pry, mostly because he valued his body, and didn't want to do anything rash that would cause it harm. Sam turned on the radio, because he knew that Dean wouldn't protest. As the miles passed on the speedometer, the expressions on Dean's face would change, too. With every passing minute his face held more sorrow on it. Sam didn't turn on the usual ACDC tunes, but turned on a soft rock station. A woman was talking soulfully with a voice to kill even the biggest inner demons.

Dean blocked all the music out of his head. It hurt so bad, all over. Just to keep on breathing set a shot of pain into his heart. God- she was gone. Gone. As he repeated the words in his mind, trying to face the reality. Trying to get them to stick. He almost lost focus of the road, and heard Sam say something as the car swerved off the road, though he said nothing.

The moon illuminated the night as it began to rain. It was like heaven was crying for Leah, for the world. For all the people that would never get to experience her grace and beauty, the way she never judged anyone, or got frustrated. She always made the best out of everything, how she loved life.

His heart ached.

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Flashback

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"You don't believe in God?" Leah said, as she looked at him, astonished.

"No-" Dean smiled as that astonished look on her face became even more innocent and nieve. "Al right, OK." Dean smiled. "Then what to you believe in?"

"I believe in people-" Leah said as she smiled, looking up into the nights sky, on the outskirts of Boston. The air smiled like December. "and myself. I belive in the good of man kind, and doing what is right-" He smiled grew a little larger. That sexy smile. "And- I believe in love-"

Dean smirked. "Don't tell me that your one of those saps who believe in love at first sight-"

"Sure, why not?" Leah said, smiling. God, how he loved that smile. "I think that out there, there's someone for everyone. People need people, Dean, 'cause without them, we turn cold-"

"Don't you think thats a little corny?" Dean asked. "That as soon as you meet someone, you just know that your going to be together?"

"Not at all" Leah said, as he eyes went back to the ground. "I think that people should get to experience happiness in it's truest form, and that is love-"

"Leah!"

"Al right- It's a little corny-" She laughed. "But it's nice to have in the back of your mind that no matter how bad things get, somewhere someone is destined to make you happy, to be there for you-"

"I don't fall for that crap-" Dean said.

"Maybe you should have a little more faith in people, Dean-"

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He should of known then that she was the one. The way her hand fit ever so perfectly into his. The way she seemed to know just what to say.

She was the only one who ever really knew him at all.

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Flashback X2

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"Are you sure that you want to do this?" Dean asked as Leah pulled him onto the bed of their hotel room.

"Dean?" She said as their lips met.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up." She smiled as Dean turned on top of her, their lips never separating.

As they explored the layouts of each others mouths, they were so wrapped up in that first kiss, the hotness and passion of it, that Dean hardly noticed when his shirt was pulled over the top of his head.

They were both hot and sweaty, and the silence in the air reeked of shyness. All of their moves made up for that, though.

Maybe that's why sex meant so much. Because you were exposing all of your deepest insecurities and flaws, but for once you didn't care because you were so wrapped up in the other person.

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That night had changed Dean's life and he knew that he would never be the same.

That wasn't the first time that the had had sex, but it was the first time that he had made love.

Dean felt a lump in the back of his throat as he thought of the two weeks after that night. He looked at Sam, who was staring at the road.

"She was pregnant, you know-"

"What?" Sam asked, full of disbelief. He didn't know that they had gone that far.

"Yeah." Dean said, thinking. "I guess it's true what they say, how it only takes once-"

"I- um- yeah-" Sam said, trying to find the words.

"That's about the reaction I had when she told me-" Dean said, "She wasn't upset, though. Not like most girls would be. I think that she was mostly embarrassed. I think she felt like she had let me down.

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Flashback X3

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"Your what?" Dean said as he felt his eyes going to the back of his head. "I- um- yeah."

"Wow, Dean Winchester, Speechless. Imagine that..." Leah stated.

"Well...I...Yeah-" He repeated, remaining wuite for a few minutes. "What are we going to do?"

"I want to keep it-"

'Then I do, too."

"And I'm naming her Charlotte, as Dean if you protest so help me god, I will-"

"Her?" Dean asked. "What if it's a boy?"

"Then it's going to suck having a name like Charlotte. But it's a girl. I just know it-"

"How?"

"I just do-" She smiled as she sat down next to him. "Hey Dean?"

"Yeah, hon-"

"Thanks for not leaving-"

"I could never do that-" he said as he kissed the top of her head.

"And Dean-" She asked again as Dean scooted up on the bed. She layed her head on his shoulder.

"Shh..." Dean said, closing his eyes-"

"It was a lot more fun getting into this situation then I imagine getting out will be-"

Dean laughed. "It was pretty fun, wasn't it-"

"Hey Dean-"

"Leah, your cheapening the moment-"

"Your going to be a great dad-"