Deathly Slaves

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

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for staying tuned…. I really enjoy reading all your comments:) This story is the longest I have written (so far) and hopefully will continue to be a big success. I have more chapters to write! Hopefully by chapter fifteen or so, the story will end, as I know many people don't like long, long, long dragged out stories! Anyway, I'm going to finish writing now, that way you can read the next chapter. :)

Chapter Twelve

Dean walked down the hallway. He had no idea where he was going, but he kept going.

"Looking for your sister, little boy?"

He whirled around and brought his gun up. He'd be ready whenever this thing decided to show.

"Or your brother?"

Dean whirled around again. This thing was everywhere. But no where at the same time. Then it hit him, there's more then one of them. Crap.

"Who are you and where is he?"

"Could it be your child you're looking for?"

Dean twirled around. This god-damn thing was driving him nuts. Stupid ghosts have to play fucking games.

"Or maybe you want to talk to me. The big black man."

Dean whirled around one last time. There was the ghost, not two inches away from him. He attempted to fire, but the ghost was too fast for him. It placed his hands on Dean's temples and suddenly all went black.

Meanwhile…

Leah sat up, panting. This was no ordinary fainting spell. That was another psychic vision. She stood up and tried to take in her surroundings, or remember what happened for that matter. She remembered Sam missing then she got that feeling. Stupid feeling. Then all went black. And the vision. In it, Dean was wondering around in a hall. All of a sudden someone or something started taunting him. He turned around and it was there. It grabbed his temples and made something happen. She wasn't sure what. But then he fell to the floor. Fainted, or so it looked. Hopefully, it wasn't any worse then fainting.

She stared at her surroundings. Everything was the same as before, except the big salt circle she sat in.

She was alert. Everything was weird. She felt hurt, as if something were hurting her physically, but nothing was. Then she heard footsteps. Afraid that it was the owner, she hid. But as soon as it entered, she knew who it was.

"Sam?"

"Leah?"

She came out of her hiding spot and walked toward Sam.

"Sam, where the hell were you?"

"I told you I was going to check out the other rooms."

"No you didn't!"

"Yeah, while you two were bickering about everyone being okay or something."

"You mean me and the-"

She stopped herself. Now she felt guilty as she realized Dean hadn't told Sam about the twins. She wouldn't betray Dean's trust and say anything, so she had to back track. And fast.

"You and the who," Sam asked, getting suspicious.

"Me and the Winchesters," she said with a smile that looked like a smirk, "Anyway, we have to find Dean. He's in trouble."

Sam's face got pale.

"Let's hurry," he said, afraid that his big brother would be hurt.

Leah nodded and started to walk out of the room, when a cold wind came in. The door slammed closed. Leah turned to look at Sam, who was filling his gun with rock salt.

"Sam," she said in an even tone, even though it was obvious she was scared, "We need to find Dean."

"I know. I know."

"Sam, you-"

Another cold wind came in. This time it threw Leah against the wall. With a thud she landed on the floor, motionless.

"Leah!"

He started to run toward her, but was stopped when something formed in front of him. There stood a slave. Sam started to back up, but he was quick. He moved quickly, blocking any path that Sam thought of, just by being there. Sam aimed his gun and shot, making him disappear then reappear.

"Go," shot, "Away," shot, "Leave," shot, "Us," shot, "Alone!"

It wasn't working. The thing kept coming back. He was stuck. Stuck to live the same fate as his brother.