Deathly Slaves
I do not own Sam and Dean. I do own all else though…
I'd like to thank supernaturallylost. It was brought to my attention, (by supernaturallylost) that there was a major typo in my last chapter. I'd like to take a quick second to point this out to everyone. I my last chapter (chapter 3) I posted, "Hilary broke it, by saying, "Home sweet home," as she pulled into a driveway." This is incorrect. The character 'Hilary' was meant to be 'Leah'. I am sorry about the confusion. The character 'Leah' was meant to be 'Hilary' until I decided to name her after a friend. Again, I am sorry. I will be more careful. Thanks!
Chapter Four
The brothers looked up and saw a house. It was small but quaint. It was white with blue trimmings. Something about it made it stand out compared to all other houses. It had a spacious front and side yards.
"You live here," Dean spat out, from the backseat.
"Yeah," Leah said.
"All alone?"
"Why not?"
She stopped the car and killed the engine.
"Come on boys. You can stay here."
She got out of the car. Dean looked at Sam with a questioning look, but he didn't notice, he was too busy getting out of the car. Dean quickly scrambled out. Leah walked up to the garage door and typed in the five digit code. It immediately opened up. She wasted no time getting in the house, the Winchesters following suit.
"Down the hall," Leah directed the men, as she hit a button and the garage closed.
Sam and Dean walked into a kitchen. Just like the house's outside it was small but quaint. The walls were painted a baby blue with a floral border.
"Alright, guys. Just let me go take a shower and I'll get your beds ready," she said.
Leah walked back down the hall and entered the room closest to the garage door, leaving them standing there.
"If you want something to eat, help yourself," she called through the door, "And there's a TV and computer in the living room."
Sam entered the living room, followed by Dean. Sure enough, there was a TV in the corner, the couch positioned towards it, a computer on the other side, a book self, and a few side table and chairs in between. The room was painted a cozy red.
"Are you sure about this girl, Sam," Dean asked in a hushed voice.
"Yeah. We need to be here. I'm not sure why. But we do."
"The 'shining' thing?"
"No, Dean. I mean, yes. I mean," he sighed, "Yes the shining thing. But don't call it that."
"What do you want me to call it? The paranormal? The witchcraft? The pink daisy thing?"
"Jerk. I'm doing some research," Sam said as he sat down and flipped on Leah's computer.
"And I'm watching some TV," Dean said sitting on the couch as he searched for the TV clicker.
About five minutes passed before Leah came out. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans, black shoes, and a tight black t-shirt. Her hair was blown dry and was let it down. It hung over her shoulders.
"Hey guys."
"Hey," Sam said, not even looking up from the computer.
"Wow," Dean said from his spot on the couch, "I mean, hey."
It was obvious that Dean was looking at Leah with his damn-you-look-good eyes that he normally reserved for looking in the mirror, at himself. This didn't surprise her one bit, as she walked toward the kitchen.
"Find something to eat," she asked, as she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Yeah. Some left over Chinese. Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all."
She smiled at him. Damn it Dean. This is just another girl and this one doesn't even flirt back, Dean thought, Why fall for her and not someone else? And look. She probably likes Sam better then me. Ya know what? I'm just going to shut the fuck up.
"What'd you find Sam," Leah said, trying to ignore Dean's wandering eyes.
"A lot. None of it good."
"All fun and no play I'm assuming," Dean said, as he walked over to see what Sam was looking at.