Deathly Slaves

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Chapter Three

"Quick," Dean said as he gestured Leah behind the desk.

The boys knelt down again, as Leah joined them.

In walked two men in black suits and black sun glasses. They walked in the same step: left, right, left.

"FBI," Sam quietly whispered.

"Really? I was thinking Men in Black," Dean whispered back, sarcastically.

One of the FBI agents turned their way.

"Come out," he called, as he pulled out a gun, "Now!"

Sam and Dean stood up.

"Who are you," asked the other agent as he pulled his gun.

"They're with me," Leah said, as she stood up holding a gun aimed at the agents.

Sam and Dean looked dumbfounded as pulled out a grenade.

"Put it down," called the first FBI agent.

"Don't do it," Sam yelled.

Leah ignored them all, pulling the pin, as she threw it.

Sam and Dean hit the floor before they had a chance to think about what they were doing. A gun fired. It was then they realized that Leah was down on the floor next to them. She quickly grabbed the back of Dean's shirt and Sam's shoulder, as an earth shattering boom was heard.

"Come on," Leah said.

She stared crawling out of the computer room and the Winchesters followed suit, partly because they weren't sure what else to do and partly because there was no other option. That was unless they wanted to get caught by the agents, then explain why they had enough weapons in their car's trunk to be in jail for a long, long time. Or die, as that was always an option, after all Leah had thrown a grenade.

Once outside, they dusted themselves off.

"What was that," Sam asked, coughing.

"Rock salt grenade."

"Uhh…," Dean said, shaking his head as if waiting for an answer.

"Exploding salt. Useful with ghosts," she said quickly.

"Ok then," Sam said, "I think we need to leave. I don't know how long that'll hold them."

"Yeah. Let's go," Dean said.

The men started off towards the Impala, which was the only car in the parking lot, Leah hot on their tail.

"Wait," she said, "You're taking me. Right?"

Dean stopped and turned around, as Sam kept going. He looked at her for a second.

"All right come on," he said as his head motioned to his car.

Leah walked up to Dean and put her hand in his back jean pocket. Her face got extremely close to his, and before he knew what was happening, she had his 67' Impala's keys and was running towards the car.Dean sighed and started walking toward the car until he heard footsteps behind him.

"What the—," Dean said as he turned around and saw the FBI agents running towards him, guns drawn.

Dean started sprinting toward the car and practically jumped in the back seat. He had no choice but to let Leah drive his beloved car. Leah stepped on the gas and the car peeled out of the parking lot.

Once on the road, Dean began to mentally question himself on why he brought her.

"I don't like her," he thought, "She needed a ride and I'm a sucker for the helpless."

"So, you are," Sam asked, breaking the silence.

"I already told you I'm Leah."

"But what's your story?"

"I kill these things. Evil things, ya know? What's your story," she asked.

"You know are names," Dean said, sharply.

"There's more then that."

"We hunt these things too," Sam said, acting as the peace keeper.

A moment of silence passed between the three.

Leah broke it, by saying, "Home sweet home," as she pulled into a driveway.

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