Deathly Slaves

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

Chapter Thirteen

Dean was lying on the floor. He had no idea what happened. He remembered the thing touching him then memories, not his own but the slave's. But what didn't make sense was that the memories didn't fit in with the story in text books. The first memory he got was one of a little girl walking down the dirt walk. Then one of the men taunting her. Then he got an image of the little girl being chased. Dean shuttered at the next one, one he'd always remember. Dean saw the little girls cut up body. It was horrific. Dean slowly opened his eyes. He had to save his brother and Leah. He looked around the thing was gone. But why? If it wanted to kill him it would have. Dean started to stand up. His whole body felt like it had been hit by a freight train. That guy sure knows how to use his power. He almost smiled at that thought. Almost smiled at the show of power. Almost. As he started to get up, he heard a scream.

Meanwhile…

Leah was quick. The thing almost touched Sam, but not yet. Its fingers slowly edged toward him. Though he did his best to resist, dodging and running, his attempts were futile. So was screaming like a girl, but he did that too (only once, when the thing had its finger not an eighth of an inch from Sam's skin). This thing was fast. But Leah was faster. As soon as she came around and stood up, she went into action. She was quick, but careful not to be seen. As she reached the conference table, she grabbed the gasoline and poured it all over the area where the tree should've been. She then tossed salt, probably more then needed, on it. This will kill off. She had one thing left to do. She grabbed the matches as she glanced at Sam. This thing was coming and quick. It would do something; most likely kill him, if she didn't hurry. She struck a match and dropped it.

Meanwhile…

Dean knew he had to get to Leah quickly. And then find Sam. He stood up, fully alert and grabbed his gun from the floor. The thing hadn't disarmed him. Why? What did it want? So many questions and so little time. Dean didn't even have a little time. He had no time, as he took off running toward the computer room.

Meanwhile…

As the match fell, it seemed like time was standing still. Leah looked down. The match should have lit the gasoline by now. There was the match, lying in the gasoline, extinguished. Suddenly, Leah felt wind. She looked up at Sam and the ghost. They must have noticed it too, because they weren't moving, instead looking around. Suddenly a bright white light came before Leah. The light formed a little girl. She must have been about five or so, in a white dress. The girl was almost transparent. She smiled at Leah.

"Daddy said never play with matches," the little girl said sweetly.

Leah nodded. She did not want to upset a ghost-girl. The girl turned to face Sam and the ghost.

"Daddy said don't put your hands on each other."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Sam was thrown toward Leah, landing hard on his back.

"Sam," Leah said full of concern, as she knelt down to help him.

"I'm alright," he said as he pushed her hands away and sat up.

They both turned to face the girl. She was now cornering the ghost.

"Daddy said never hurt anyone. But you didn't listen, now, did you? So maybe he should hurt you."

The slave was afraid and it was easy to tell. Why would a ghost be afraid of another ghost?

"My daddy would never hurt someone. Unless they hurt, me. And now you're going to be hurt."

As Leah and Sam watched intently, the girl exploded in flames. Screams could be heard. A man's screams. They heard several other screams join in, as if there was more then one man. Followed by the disappearance of the ghosts.

"What the hell happened," Leah asked, still looking at the corner were the ghosts were.

"I- I- I don't know," Sam answered, looking in the same place.

"I do."

Sam and Leah turned. There stood Dean. Limping but alive. Alive. That was good.

"Like in Kansas," Dean said, "They cancelled each other out."

Sam nodded.

"Oh," Leah said still a bit disturbed about the whole situation.

"Come on. We've got to get out of here."

Dean went over the conference table and gathered all their things while Leah helped Sam up.

"You okay Sam," Dean asked as they left the computer room and started walking down the hall.

"Yeah. Just a little bruised."

They walked outside and toward their cars, which were the only ones in the parking lot now.

"Sam," Leah asked, "Want to drive my car?"

"Sure," he said as he smirked at his brother. He knew she wanted to talk to Dean and Dean hated talking.

Sam went ahead and got in the Leah's car and left, while Dean threw the bag in the trunk of his Impala. As he slammed the trunk closed, he noticed Leah was standing there and not in the car. He turned to face her, but was cut off when Leah hugged him. He returned the hug.

"I'm sorry Dean."

"For what," he asked, still not letting go.

"For everything."

"What's everything?"

She pulled away from him and smirked, as she held up his car keys.

"And for making you sit in the passenger seat."