Deathly Slaves

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

Okay, as I was revising this, I realized something. How stupid was a Window Factory? Lol. Anyway, enjoy! And I'm really sorry for not posting sooner! I got sick and was working on getting high school testing and I had basketball games... It was a lot! But we have a little more with the story! And then maybe I'll continue with a sequal. :) Enjoy!

Chapter Ten

Once at the Window Factory, they parked Leah's car, especially close to the entrance, yet hidden in a parking lot that still had workers' cars. Just in case they needed a fast escape. Leah was first out and slammed the door behind her. Dean did the same and walked around to her side of the car. It was just getting dark; a good sign that ghost activity would spark soon. The moon had been out for awhile and the only thing that they had to wait for was the sun to go down completely.

Leah leaned against the front of the car and took a deep breath. This was getting nerve racking, the ghost hunting while pregnant thing. Dean walked over to her and leaned next to her. They had a while to wait.

He looked at her. There was something that he hadn't seen before. It was in her eyes now. But what? It could've very well been the pregnant-woman's-glow, but Dean didn't believe in that, he thought it was a lie. A lie about how someone doesn't say, "Wow! You're getting fat!" instead they say, "Wow! What a glow you have! Are you pregnant?" That was something Dean would never stop believing in. But it didn't matter now.

"You okay," he asked gently, because he knew pregnant women were hormonal, but wasn't sure when that started or how bad it was.

She took another deep breath before answering, "Yeah."

She closed her eyes and let silence sit still between them. Dean practically welcomed it; at least she couldn't get mad at him now. He looked back at the sunset for a second. It was shades of orange, red, and yellow with beautiful hues of magenta. There was only one thing he knew of that was more beautiful. And he looked at her (A/N: Okay, just so you know, I meant that she was the only thing more beautiful! Lol. Sorry I kind of confused my editor, my sister, when she read it so… Lol. I want him to say that about me! LOL!).

"Leah?"

"Hmm," she asked, not opening her mouth or her eyes.

"If I die tonight…"

"You aren't dieing," she said without hesitation, opening her eyes and looking at him.

"But if I do…"

"You are not."

"Leah, just let me finish."

She nodded.

"If I die tonight. Will you do a few things for me?"

"You're--"

"Leah."

"Okay."

"I want Sammy to go back to college. The normal life he's always wanted. I want him to get my mother's wedding ring for you. I didn't burn up in the fire, thank god. I want you to have it. And…"

He looked at the sunset. This would be hard to ask of her. To put her life on hold for him. To do one thing for nine months. How could he ask her?

"And," she asked loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough to be gentle.

"And I want you to have the twins."

She looked at him. He returned the look. There was no way she could deny that and somewhere he knew it. She understood though. She'd do it. This man… This man before her. The one she in her vision. She saw him last night ask her to marry him, in her vision. Why? Because it felt like it should be done. The one she had said yes to. Because it felt so right. Like they knew each other else where. That man. She would do it. She'd carry his children.

"Yes," she said, almost a whisper, "Yes."

He moved slowly toward her. This would be like the same kiss we shared last night, she thought. Of course he wouldn't know it. But it would be. The same gentleness in the touch yet deep passion in the feeling. She knew this would feel good. Better then good, one of the best! She felt the same ever burning desire. The same love and hate, the balance he carried with him everywhere. When you felt his kiss, you knew. He hated a lot of things and held onto sorrow from years ago. Yet he managed to love somewhere.

Rrrriiinnggg.

He pulled away quickly. She knew he needed to find out if it was Sam and that was okay. She could wait for Dean.

"Sam," he asked, as he flipped open his cell phone.

"Yeah."

"Sam, where the hell are you," he asked as he stopped leaning and stood up.

"I just finished at the library. I went back to Leah's but you weren't there."

"We're at the factory."

"I figured. I'm pulling in. Wait for me."

Dean flipped his phone shut and turned around. Sure enough there was his Impala pulling in, Sam at the wheel. Leah followed his gaze.

"Interrupted a good kiss for his entrance," Dean muttered sarcastically with a trace of jealousy as he grabbed Leah's weapon's bag and threw it over his shoulder.

They had a job to do.