Deathly Slaves
I own the Window Factory and Leah.
Chapter Two
She was beautiful. Green eyes and chestnut brown hair. She was about five foot seven inches, perfect height. She wore tight black leather pants, black sunglasses (Dean personally thought they looked like something out of Men in Black), a black tank top, and black high heels.
"Have we run into the Matrix," Sam quietly asked.
"I think so," Dean said, never taking his eyes off her.
She quickly walked into the middle of the room and pulled out a gun.
"Come out! I know you're here," she yelled.
Anyone else would have thought that she was crazy, but Sam and Dean knew very well what she was yelling at. The poltergeist.
She quickly aimed the gun at the boys.
"Get up slowly. Now! I see you two," she yelled.
Sam and Dean slowly put their guns filled with rock salt down, even though rock salt doesn't kill (but they were afraid of what her gun had in it) and stood up.
"Hands in the air," she said.
Both men quickly did as they were told.
"And you are," she asked.
"I might ask the same of you," Dean said.
"Shut up," Sam said quickly, "I'm Sam. This is Dean"
"Great. What are you doing here?"
"We might ask the same of you," Dean said.
"Dean! Shut the frig up!"
"Answer me," she yelled.
"The poltergeist."
Before she could ask another question, Dean grabbed a gun from his back pocket and pointed it at her.
"Time for my questions," Dean said.
Sam put his hands down and picked up his gun as the girl lowered hers.
"You are," Dean asked.
"Leah."
"And you're here for?"
"What do you think?"
"Shhh," Sam said, listening intently.
They heard another set of footsteps coming down the hall.
Muwhahaha! Who could it be?