Deathly Slaves

I do not own Dean or Sam. I own all else…

Chapter Seven

It was around ten in the morning when everyone met up in the kitchen. The boys were wearing their usual attire, big shirts, jeans, and a coat (in Dean's case his beloved leather jacket). Leah was wearing a black t-shirt, dark jeans, and a black hoodie.

"Ready," she asked, careful not to look at Dean, for they still had not figured out what happened last night or this morning for that matter.

"Yeah," Dean muttered, looking away.

Leah walked down the hall and outside. Sam got into the Impala's driver seat.

"I'll go the library. You guys find out what you can from the workers and local historians," he said as he started the car up and pulled out, leaving Dean and Leah in the driveway.

A second of silence passed, before either of them spoke.

"Dean, I'm not feeling too good," Leah said holding her stomach, "Why don't you take my car and find out what you can. I'll stay here."

"Ya know, you don't need to be embarrassed. I did the same thing you did."

"Yeah," she said as she threw him the keys, "But I really don't feel good."

"Alright."

He sighed as he got in the car and pulled away, leaving Leah alone at her house. She hit the garage closer and went inside. Immediately she felt nauseous and ran to the bathroom to throw up. Oh fuck. I have a bad feeling about this.

Leah started to get up, but fell back down. As she lay there, on the bathroom floor, something didn't feel right. Something was off. But for the life of her she could not figure out what. Then she lost all consciousness.

Meanwhile…

As Dean pulled out of the driveway, he got the feeling something was wrong. That he should've stayed. That Leah wasn't feeling good for a reason. He had to turn around, if just to find out what was wrong. He turned Leah's car around and started back toward the house. Once in the driveway, he killed the engine and walked inside.

"Leah?"

Nothing. Not even a mutter. Everything was quiet. Way too quiet. And Dean didn't like it. Not at all.

"Leah? Don't play games!"

No response. He started checking the rooms. Nothing in the living room, kitchen, or study. Nothing in Sam's room or her room. Where was she? The only place he hadn't checked was the bathroom.

He walked into the bathroom. There she was, sprawled out on the floor.

"Leah," Dean half said, half asked.

He was at her side in an instant. Was she okay? Was she hurt? He felt for a pulse, she had one, in fact a normal pulse. But she wasn't sleeping. He didn't know what she was doing. He carefully picked her up in his arms. She seemed to get lost in him. She was so petite. And he was so muscular (A/N: We all know that! Yum…. Lol). He walked out of the bathroom and toward her bedroom. He gently placed her down on her bed and sat on the edge of it. What was going on?

He felt for a pulse again. It was still there, normal as could be. He checked her breathing and looked for cuts. He even tested her for some type of stroke or heart attack. Nothing. She was as fine as could be, considering she wouldn't wake up.

"Leah," he asked again.

She stirred, turning on her side. Then she came out of the seemingly peaceful sleep she had been in and turned it into a fitful one. She started trashing about the bed, so much so that Dean had to get off the bed, for fear of being kicked or hit. Then, as quick as it had come, it stopped. What was wrong with this girl? She returned to a peaceful sleep, but clutched her stomach with a death grip.

Suddenly, she sat straight up. She was awake, but panting heavily.

"Leah, what was--?"

"Dean, I know what happened."

"What? When?"

"The slaves, last night, this morning, the factory. I know it all."

"Wait, slow down."

"Dean, there's something else. About last night."

"Slow down. Start from the beginning."

"Okay," she took a deep breath, "There's this thing that runs on my dad's side of the family. Some psychic junk. But I've never shown any signs of it. And for some reason I got it today."

"While you were taking a crap," Dean asked, obviously being skeptical.

"No Dean. I was sick. I threw up."

"Oh," he said looking like a guilty puppy.

"Anyway," she said rolling her eyes, "I saw the slaves, being hung and the daughter's death. All of that. Then the building was built and I saw the hauntings. Which means, we are dealing with the slaves. But then I saw this morning or last night rather."

She sighed.

"What?"

"Well, I saw you and me, you know… Then I saw this morning, us waking up. And I saw a bit of the future."

"You still don't know who started last night, huh?"

"Idiot," she rolled her eyes again, "No I don't. But I do know something else. Pretty big."

Leah thought for a moment. Should I tell him? Or let him live his life? He has to know.

"Dean," she started, "We have to get an abortion."

Ohhhhh! You're probably cursing me right now. But in all other stories (ones with Dean getting a girl pregnant) you see the girl have the baby, or assume that she did. This one's different. Hahaha! Now we get to see what we normally don't! Evil aren't I? Well, if your pro-life or pro-choice, stay tuned, as you will like the ending either way! Hope you liked it…. :)