It has been a long while since I updated last. I wrote this chapter especially long only because the ideas kept flowing with no thought of ending. Enjoy!

They got started a little later then Dean had expected. Lea had been on time, all of her stuff loaded in her truck before Sam had even made it down the stairs. Dean had been surprised to see her up and moving at 5:15 A.M when he entered the kitchen to make coffee. Not having to wait for the coffee to brew made waking up way smoother.

While they didn't speak over breakfast, there was no tension in the room. Dean had reconciled himself with the fact they had to work with Lea, so it made no sense to get worked up over it. Lea hid any strain she felt being in his presence easily. She wanted to savor her time with Dean, not fight with him.

Sam barely made it downstairs in time to grab a quick cup of cold coffee and an apple before Dean tried to usher him out the door.

"Don't snivel Samantha. We have been waiting on your ass for 2 hours. Did Stanford run on time delay or something? College boys must need more beauty sleep then the rest of us." Dean bitched all the way to the truck.

Bobby had said his goodbyes the night before. Dean was always testy in the mornings which made Sam impatient. No way was he going to place himself in the middle of their bitchfest. There was no telling how Lea would react to them either. She could be one nasty broad when she wanted to be. While she tended to be a morning person, she didn't like being late.

Sam couldn't believe Dean was ready before him. Sam usually had to threaten to beat him before Dean would get up and moving. Sam hated waiting on his grumpy brother. Somehow he had overslept, which meant Sam would never hear the end of it. Dean's dying words would probably be something like 'Remember the time you slept late Samantha? I had to get everything packed in the car and push you out the door. I always took care of your ass."

"Sorry. I don't know what happened. I'll get something on the road. Just let me run upstairs to get my boots on and I'll be ready to jet." Sam wanted to show Dean he was alert and ready to go.

Before Dean headed outside he said, "Tell Lea to move her ass. She packed enough stuff in the truck to be gone for a month. She better not carry down another bag."

Sam nodded and rushed up the stairs to catch Lea before she went to the truck. He discovered her in the bathroom finishing up her make-up. Sam loved the black and red schoolgirl skirt Lea wore. It let him glimpse the bare flesh of her toned thigh as she moved around the small space. Her deep red tank top was covered by a lacey long sleeve black shirt that left little to the imagination. The whole outfit was made sexier by the knee high black Doc Martens Lea wore so well.

"Hey Lea. Before we go I wanted to say something." Sam stopped to admire the lush curls cascading over Lea's shoulder. She had put her hair up into two high ponytails to finish her look.

"You said 'something'. Did you want to say 'something' else?" Lea asked laughingly.

Sam blushed a little, knowing she had noticed him noticing her.

"I don't know how this ride with Dean is going to go, but I don't want you disappearing again no matter what. I can accept it if you still love Dean and want to work it out. I know he still cares for you. I just want one kiss, one moment to capture these feelings for us."

Sam said nothing more as he lowered his head to take her mouth with his. Lea didn't try to get away because she wanted this too. His lips were moist and gentle as he moved them over hers. Sam was desperate to wrench Lea into his arms, but he couldn't risk full body contact because things would definitely go too far. Instead he probed her lips open with open with his slick tongue begging her to deepen the kiss.

Lea let years' worth of frantic desire course through her. She knew Sam wasn't touching her with anything other than his lips for a reason. Neither would stop at just a kiss if their overheated bodies collided. She eagerly opened her hungry lips to Sam, taking what he offered and devouring him. Lea had to grasp her hands behind her back to stop from running her hands through Sam's luscious brown hair or rove over his rock hard body.

Before the kiss could go any further, Sam reluctantly broke it and stepped back. Lea stood for a second, eyes closed trying to etch every second of her first and only kiss with Sam deep into her mind where she would never forget it. Sam couldn't find the words to express himself so he just smiled.

"Wow." Lea was able to utter the only word that came to mind.

"Yeah wow." Sam smiled at her again and then moved to his room to grab his boots. He hoped Lea hurried downstairs so the temptation to kiss her again wouldn't be so strong. Being alone with her was dangerous.

"Sam get your ass moving. Lea and I are leaving." Dean yelled up to his brother before slamming the front door as he walked back outside.

Sam finished tying his boots and skipped down the stairs. He was floating on a high that even Dean's pissy attitude couldn't destroy. Lea liked him, which was heady enough, but knowing just how breathtakingly awesome it was to taste her meant Sam was going to have even a harder time staying away from her. Decisions would need to be made soon.

"We're on our way to possible death and Sam here comes skipping out of the house like Miss Sunshine going to a happy parade. Dude tone it down." Dean was having a good morning too, but Sam's cheerfulness was weirding him out.

"Come and give me a little kiss so I can spread my love and bliss honeybuns." Sam said in a saccharin sweet voice as he opened his albatross arms wide to wrap around his disgusted brother.

"Listen Bitch, keep it to yourself. Not all of us need to wake up and thank the gods for the sun and life on earth. Take your butterfly and hearts attitude elsewhere. DO NOT douche up my Baby." Dean sounded dead serious, but the humorous glint in his eye told Sam he would have accepted the hug gladly.

"Ok BOYS. It's time to head out. I thought we could stop in about 3 hours for some food. The cells should work the whole way. See you later Sam." Lea smiled as she closed the driver's side door and started Samson's engine.

"Drive safe Sammy and play a little of my good music so she doesn't miss me too much." Dean tenderly patted the trunk of his car as he dramatically walked away from her.

"I will, don't worry. I know I'm only a weak replacement, but she'll see you soon enough."

'Dean and his damned car.' Sam thought to himself. 'Now I'm was going to have to talk to it and treat it gently or Dean will wig out.'

Dean found himself hesitating, not wanting to get into Lea's truck. He didn't like being at her mercy. Maybe he would sleep most of the way or listen to music without doing much talking. Yeah, Dean was all for that. Talking was too stressful and that wasn't good going into a hunt.

"Crap." Dean muttered as he clicked his seatbelt in place. He hadn't noticed an Ipod dock when he had checked out the truck last night.

As if she could read his mind Lea laughed and said "Don't worry it has a 'Dean' setting."

Sure enough his name was there on the screen, a title of a playlist.

"This ride is getting better by the minute." Dean said half sarcastically.

"I'm not going to listen to your stuff the whole way, but I promise not to offend you too much."

"Just please no rap crap or sappy love songs." Dean begged.

"So this is going to be a long ride. You sure you don't want to ride with Sam most of the way?" Lea was trying to take some of the pressure away.

Dean was quick to respond. "No we need to be comfortable with each other. I'll be fine."

He didn't know why he was putting himself through all the stress. Lea obviously didn't want to be with him and he refused to admit that hurt. He wanted to get to know her again. Dean had missed her horribly and was desperate to learn her secrets.

"Why don't you tell me about being a witch? I don't see how I missed it before." Dean's suggested topic was one he was not eager to know about, but it was important to understand it.

Shaking her head, Lea began to talk. "I'm a Wiccan Dean. Wiccans are nothing like the witches you have faced. We never harm others out of spite or for self-gain. We believe any negative energy you put into the universe comes back at you threefold. We use our knowledge and skills to help people and put an end to evil."

Lea had never really had to explain her beliefs to anyone. It was easier than she had imagined because Dean was already aware of the supernatural, so magic wasn't new to him.

"Okay. And you say it's familial? It has been passed down generation after generation?" Dean knew a little about Wicca, but he always thought it was more a hippy dippy religion, not actual magic.

"My mother's family can be traced back to the time of Jesus." Lea said proudly.

"As in Jesus Christ?" Dean asked astonished.

Lea shook her head yes and smiled. Dean was so hilarious when he scrunched up his face with emotions.

"Christ! Crap! I mean WOW that's a long time. Were they always Wiccans?" He asked a little embarrassed by his own words.

"Yes from the very beginning. It's not like we can twitch our noses or snap our fingers and something magical happens. I do a lot of binding spells, summoning spells, rituals that ward off evil or attract good luck. Mostly we open peoples' minds to the positive energies that surround us all." Now lea was sounding like a new age hippy.

"I'm so sorry I never told you. This is such a huge part of me and it was unfair to hide it from you." Lea really was sorry even though she doubted Dean would have understood or accepted it.

"I wouldn't have understood. Might even have demanded you walk away from it. I mean I really hate skeevy witches. I have since one tried to turn me into a cat when I was 8. I hate cats." Dean over exaggerated a shiver of dislike.

"You know those 'skeevy witches' were probably once Wiccan. They just sold their souls for more power, black magic to be precise." Lea sounded sad.

"Whatever they do it's bad mojo. We try to bind their powers whenever we can, but the hatred that pours out of them is creepy. Sometimes it's hard to see them as human." Dean wanted Lea to know he understood the differences between the evil bitches he had fought in the past and her.

"I was hoping to bless our room and put up some protection sigils when we get there." Lea didn't want to push it, but the protection she could offer would go a long way in protecting them all.

"Sure not a problem, now that I know you won't be turning me into a cat or a cockroach." Dean was finding it easier to talk with Lea as more time passed, but there was still tension.

"You never know what I might be capable of Dean. I am the seventh woman born in my generation. I was born to the seventh woman born to her generation which supposedly makes me quite gifted." Lea bragged.

"Is that why you left me?" Dean couldn't stop the words from spilling out.

"Oh no Dean, no. I could have developed my gifts with you around it just would have been harder. My 'gift' may have roots in my religion, but the religion itself didn't make me leave. I told you why I ran. Now I wish I had waited, maybe backed off of us for a bit so I could get a grip on the visions. Instead I was stupid and left. The visions are still terrible Dean, but nothing seems to have changed with me staying away. I just keep messing up." Lea was on the verge of tears.

Dean had no idea what to say or do to comfort Lea. Rather than do the wrong thing Dean chose to turn the radio up and settle back into the seat.

'Nap time.' Dean said to himself.

Dean was the king of avoidance, so Lea let him avoid. She wasn't prepared to talk about their past relationship so it was easier to say nothing at all. Dean obviously still had a ton of questions he wanted her to answer. She should have known he would try to use the long drive to his advantage.

After about twenty minutes Lea felt a shift in the tension filled car about the same time she heard Dean's breathing deepen. She risked a quick glance at his face and was delighted to see him relaxed in sleep. Lea loved how his face looked so young and worry free. This was how her Dean used to look so long ago.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Startled by her message alert, Lea grabbed her phone from the dash and checked who was texting her. Sam. She wasn't sure she should read the message, but knew she couldn't not look at it.

'I see Dean is zonked out. How's the conversation been so far?'

Leave it to Sam to worry about them both and not himself.

'Good. Talked about Wiccans vs skeevy witches. He was understanding.'

Smiling at her response, Sam pictured his brother ranting on and on about almost getting turned into a cat.

'Dean really hates witches. Anything else?'

Lea knew what Sam was getting at.

'No kiss talk. How would I even bring that up? He asked if Wicca was the reason I left.'

Sam was surprised Lea had told him that.

'And your response?'

'No. My visions have been a curse from the start. I'm trying not to let them control be, but it's impossible.'

'Why?'

'Sam all I see is death and destruction. My future sucks ass and I'm not dragging anyone down with me.'

'Too late. Stopping in an hour or so right?'

Lea was shut down by Sam. He might as well have told her to quit sniveling and to zip her whiny lip.

'Yeah. I'm hungry'

'Me too. I liked the kiss.'

'Me too. Too much. It was wrong, dangerous.'

'Dean might get a little mad, but he wouldn't kill us.'

'Not funny and not what I meant. I can't and won't get involved with either of you. Back off Sam.'

'Make me.'

Lea was done talking. She angrily threw her phone into the window and let it fly across the dash. Dean's music was fine, but her mood called for something harder. Her Ipod had a 'pissed off' playlist that would work just fine. She pressed play, not caring if Dean woke up or not.

Startled awake by thumping drums and heated guitars, Dean heard Disturbed's "Just Another Way to Die" pouring from the speakers. He reached for the volume control only to have his fingers smacked away.

"Leave it." Lea commanded.

"I can do that." Dean nearly yelled back as he rubbed his abused fingers against his jean clad leg.

"Stopping in less than an hour for food."

She was so frickin screwed and not in a good way.

"Listen Lea I'm sorry about earlier. You have made it clear that you're keeping your secrets, for whatever reason. I'm trying to accept that, but you need to realize that this is not easy for me either.

Sighing Lea felt her mood shift again. She couldn't stay mad at Dean when she wasn't really mad at him to begin with. Lea was exasperated with her inability to let go of the fear eating away at her. If she could only control her visions, learn to interpret them better maybe she could have a real life with Sam and Dean.

"No I'm sorry Dean. I'm trying to be more open with you. I just can't share everything, I can't. I want to so badly it hurts. Please don't keep asking me to. I can't keep doing this with you. Please just leave it alone. Please!" Lea was reaching a fevered hysteria. If Dean didn't let up she was going to crack.

"Calm down sweetheart before you get us killed. Please I didn't mean to make you cry. Damn why is this so hard? It used to be so easy for us and now it's all messed up." Dean was beginning to freak out too.

"It's time to stop for munchies. What do you want to eat?" Lea's voice was still strained, but she was trying to calm down. Changing the subject was a place to start.

"Somewhere that serves big burgers with a side of large fries and maybe a chocolate shake. Just make sure they have some rabbit food for Sammy or he will pull Bitchface #5. You do not want to see Bitchface #5." Dean tried to be funny to lighten the dark mood in the truck.

"You named Sam's funny faces?" Lea asked incredulously.

"Oh yeah a long time ago. He hates it." Dean chuckled with a smile.

"So what's the one where he crumples his forehead up and wrinkles his nose while his lips are squished together? He kinda puffs his cheeks out and then bites his lower lip."

Dean liked this talk. "That would be Bitchface #21, the 'I'm confused, I know I like what you said or what's going on, but I shouldn't. So I'm just going to be all sour and pretend to do the right thing.' He pulls that one a lot with me actually."

"I bet. Sam's always been more proper than you, but his eyes tell another story. I think there's more to our little Sammy then meets the eye." Lea revealed her thoughts on the subject.

Dan thought about it for a while before he responded. "Yeah Sam's always been good at keeping secrets. I like to think at least some of my animal magnetism has rubbed off on him. Even if he doesn't act on it much, knowing he has dirty thoughts would be kind of refreshing. I bet he is a kinky bastard and has been keeping it from me for years." Dean hadn't meant to say that last part out loud.

"Well if he is, please keep it to yourself. There are some things I don't need to know." Lea feigned disgust.

"Oh come one. Haven't you seen a perverted Sam, a kinky animal in at least one of your visions? Sam can't always be Mr. Well Behaved." Dean taunted Lea.

Her face flushed with heat. Oh she had seen Sam in some twisted situations. Some of them even included her, but Dean didn't need to know that.

"Like I said my visions have revealed many disturbing things. I'm not going to talk about this." Lea tried to make light of it, but she doubted Dean would budge.

"Oh you will tell me one day. I will bug you to the end of days. I feel a desperate need to stockpile damaging info. against my little brother. Who better to provide that then a psychic?" Dean was laughing, but Lea knew he was serious too. If she didn't get away from the Winchesters all of her secrets would be revealed.

Lea put on the brakes suddenly and swerved into a parking spot in front of a bright colored building. The name read more like a porn store than a place to eat, but the orange, red, yellow and blue wood structure clearly had the word Café written in small letters under the much larger sign emblazoned 'Naughty and Nice' in a fancy scrawl.

"This is where you want to eat?" Dean snickered, knowing Lea hadn't paid attention to where she was parking in her frustration.

"Shut up Dean." Lea snapped before she opened her door and slammed it shut.

"Hey Sammy. Are you going to eat something naughty or nice? I can't wait to try a bit of naughty." Dean was going to really enjoy his lunch.

"You always sample from the naughty side. I think I'll try me some of both. Live on the edge a little, you know?" Sam felt playful so why not show it.

"You go Sam. Never imagined you could be so wild." Dean knew Lea was flustered, but that was no reason he and Sam couldn't have some fun.

"Cut the crap you two. We need to get back on the road. We'll take the table at the back of the room. Thanks for the menus, we can seat ourselves." Lea bitched them out and barked at the waitress all in one breath.

Sam and Dean followed her to the table and quickly took their seats. They kept smiling at one another, mouthing jokes back and forth while they read the menu.

The food turned out to be half decadent and half healthy; hence the name Naughty and Nice. Sam's favorite Cobb salad was listed, as was Dean's greasy cheeseburger with extra onions. The café also offered up fancy seafood soup, foot long hotdogs, creamy goat cheese pasta, personal pizzas and more. Just about anyone could find something good to eat, no matter their palate.

"How awesome is this place? I'll take a half order Cobb salad, half order of the loaded nachos with extra guacamole. Give me a diet Pepsi and a thick slice of chocolate cheese cake. Maybe a big cinnamon roll to go too please." Sam was starving and wanted to try everything.

"Wozza Sammy, your legs must be hollow today. I want a large chocolate shake, a Ruben with extra sauerkraut, large fries with a ton of ketchup and a large Dr. Pepper. Oh, pie; can't forget the pie. I'll take a slice of cherry for now. Thanks sweetheart." Dean smiled at the waitress and handed her his menu.

Lea stared at them both like they were crazy.

"What can I say I live on the edge all the time! No room for nice here." Dean didn't have any other excuse for his bad eating habits.

"I'll have a glass of ice water, a grilled chicken salad with greek dressing and a side of fries. Can I get ranch with those please?" Lea wanted to get out of here and back on the road.

The waitress hung around for a few minutes sucking up the eye candy that Sam and Dean were providing until she noticed Lea glaring at her. She stomped off a little pissed, but Lea didn't really give a shit.

'Couldn't that bimbo see the boys are with her?' Lea thought angrily.

'Oh crap I'm treating them like they're my property.' She groaned.

"Earth to Lea. Hey you okay?" Sam was waving his hand in front of Lea's face, but she failed to notice him.

Dean didn't like the attention Sam was drawing so he kicked Lea in the shin.

"What the hell Dean? Keep your big freakin feet to yourself. That hurt." Lea whined as she rubbed her lower leg.

"You were zoned out and we couldn't get your attention. Vision?" Dean got serious suddenly.

Shaking her head no, Lea took a long swallow of cold liquid from a glass to her left. The waitress had brought their drinks while she was out of it.

Sam and Dean continued to make small talk trying to draw Lea out of her silence, but she ignored them. The food was brought and she ate swiftly, while Sam and Dean took their time. Both men were going to be as stubborn as she was being; the more she pushed to leave, the more they would slow down.

"I'm sorry again if I upset you in the truck Lea, but you can stop being a bitch any time." Dean had finished his pie and just couldn't stand her attitude any longer.

"What happened in the truck?" Sam asked quietly.

"I already told you Sam. Now leave it alone." Things were not going Lea's way.

"You told Sam what we talked about? Why? You can talk to Sam, but not me? We used to fuck for Christ sake. You'd think it would be easier with me." Dean was talking to himself more than Sam or Lea at the end.

"Nothing has been easy for me in years Dean, nothing. I can't even describe what I've gone through, the hell I've seen. Yet you keep throwing the past in my face. What do you want me to do, slit my wrists and lay at your feet to die? I died in side a long time ago, you're too late." Lea sounded so harsh, so cold.

Dean struggled with her words. Hearing how she felt made him hurt for her, which angered him more.

"I've been to hell literally sister. You have no idea what I went through, what Sam went through so don't even try to pull that shit with me." Dean stopped himself before he said something more hurtful.

Tears were falling from Lea's beautiful eyes as she spoke. "I saw it Dean, you and Sam. I saw so much. I… I'm finishing the drive alone." She stood on shaky legs and somehow made to the exit before she started sobbing.

"Fuck Dean. What did she mean? Do you think she saw us in Hell?" Sam was too freaked out to think.

"I hope not. Pay the bill Sam while I go call Bobby." Dean's words followed behind him as he exited the same door Lea had walked through a few minutes before.

Sam sludged forward, feet not working in time with his brain, to pay the tab and follow his brother out the door. Dean was pacing back and forth beside the Impala muttering to himself.

"Dude everyone looking is going to think you're crazy." Sam tried to ease into the conversation with a little humor, but he failed miserably.

"Bobby called me an idgit and said it was up to Lea to tell her own tales. I mean really? Tell her own tales. He knows she isn't freakin saying anything to us. He's helping her hide stuff from us and it pisses me off." Dean still struggled with the fact Bobby had lied to them for years. Knowing that he was still lying to them was one of the hardest things Dean had ever had to deal with.

"He has his reasons Dean. Bobby doesn't like this any better than we do. What Lea said was a huge step for her man. She is opening up to us, just give her time." Sam wanted to support Dean, be strong for him, but it was damned hard when Sam was panicking himself.

"Let's go." Dean shook his hand at Sam, indicating he wanted his keys.

Sam tossed them in the air and walked around the car to get into the oh so familiar passenger seat that was his home.

It wasn't more than 20 minutes after they pulled away from the café that the car was filled with the words "Shout, Shout Let it All Out". Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at Dean a little embarrassed, to which Dean smiled a 'gotcha bitch' smile and let him answer it.

"Lea, hi. We aren't far behind you. Maybe 10 minutes. Speakerphone? Yeah just a sec."

Sam covered the speaker and whispered to Dean "She wants to talk to us both." With that Sam pressed the speaker button and told Lea "Okay."

"I…This is hard for me and I need you to listen without interrupting me or I might not get it all out." Lea's voice was husky from crying, but neither Sam nor Dean said anything to her about it.

"I'm sorry to drop this on you now, but after what I said at the café I really don't have a choice. So here it goes. I couldn't stop either of you from going to Hell. It was written in the cards or forced into play by the angels and demons, whatever. I couldn't stop it and I hated myself for that. What I didn't expect was to be dragged to Hell with you." Lea's voice was trembling. She was terrified to relive her experiences and to tell the men she loved that she had seen them at their worst.

"Uncle Bobby told me about the deal Dean and I knew when the end would happen; just not how. It didn't matter because nothing could prepare me or you for something so horrific. I remember watching the hounds… watching you pass and then darkness. I woke up on the web of hooks hearing you scream for help. You screamed for Sam over and over until you couldn't scream anymore. I couldn't get to you, but I kept trying. Eventually we fell and fell until we hit the pit full force. I saw your broken body, felt your shattered soul. I was there every day for three months watching you get ripped apart. I kissed you, touched you, whispered words of support, anything I could think of to help you not lose hope." Lea was full of despair.

"Dean, Alistair knew I was there. I quickly realized he couldn't see me or stop me so I felt encouraged. I really thought I could do something to save you. The last day he had finished with you and then started chanting something weird before he finished with a wicked laugh. I was so shocked that I didn't even try to pull away when he grabbed me. He didn't have a chance to hurt me because I woke up." Lea sighed with relief. It felt so good to finally tell someone.

"Apparently I had been in a coma for 3 months. Uncle Bobby was so upset that I wouldn't give him all the details, but I figured it was up to Dean to share it if he wanted to. I wasn't expecting it to happen again with Sam; was even more surprised when it only lasted about a day our time."

Sam's heart was beating so hard in his chest he thought it might burst. He couldn't comprehend what Lea might have seen; what she might have seen him do or the appalling things that were done to him.

"I won't go into what I saw, but time in the Cage felt so much longer than in Alistair's pit. Uncle Bobby called for hours after Sam went down. Not really sure how long I was out, but it ended different. There was no AH-Ha moment I just woke up."

Lea guzzled her warm water waiting for Sam or Dean to say something.

"Sorry doesn't even cut in Lea. I didn't know anything like that was possible. Shit you never should have seen that crap. There's nothing I can do to ever erase that for you. I am so beyond sorry." Dean's voice betrayed his emotions. He was so close to tears, but didn't care.

"Thank you for telling us Lea; for trusting us enough to let us in. I don't know how it happened either, but I'm worried about it happening again. Did it occur any other time one of us died? Crazy question, but we have died a lot and it might happen again." Sam wasn't sure he wanted to hear Lea's answer.

"No…no it hasn't. When I was away I didn't get many visions about you guys unless you were at Bobby's the same time I was. At least not things that would help. I saw glimpses of the future, hints of things that had happened already, but nothing too useful." Lea was afraid too; terrified that Sam or Dean would end up dead permanently.

"Look I'm going to hang up. I need some time to myself." Lea ended the call before either brother could say anything.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck." Dean yelled as he punched the roof of his beloved car.

"That's quite a phrase there Dean. Feels good, but doesn't really help the situation." Sam snarled snidely.

"Quit being a bitch Sam. You know this freaks you out too. I mean son of a bitch. She saw it all Sam. Well she didn't see me hulk out and savage all those souls, but she saw things that she wasn't meant to see. She knows things about you that no one living knows. Doesn't that bother you?" Dean was more than a little upset by Lea's news.

"Hell yes I'm upset. I want to know what she saw in the Cage, but I would never ask her to relive it. I'm also afraid that what she knows could break the wall. I also know Lea can never forget the sights she was forced to view down there. God this is more screwed up then I imagined." Sam repeatedly ran his hand through his hair trying to process all the thoughts coursing through his brain.

"Like I said fuckity fuck." Dean responded with a little laugh.

Lea spent the rest of the 13 hour drive with her music on loud and refusing to do anything but sing. Sam and Dean took turns driving while the other one slept. They chose not to think about anything other than the hunt. They could survive one more night before they checked into the resort in Aspen; one more night to not screw anything else up.

Sam doubted Dean could make it 24 hours without saying something to hurt or piss of either him or Lea, but he prayed his brother could hold his tongue until after the hunt was in the bag.

Dean just hoped the hunt would be quick, with no surprises, so he could get back to Bobby's and worry about purgatory. Purgatory seemed an easier task then figuring out Lea.

Lea dreaded seeing Sam and Dean face to face at their hotel. She had no idea how she was going to react now that they knew one of her secrets. Would Dean demand more from her then she could give? Would Sam try to kiss her again? Lea wasn't ready for any of it.

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