Typical Disclaimer: This story has the typical violence you'll see in the show along with all the angst. I try not to get too off character or too violent, but I'm giving it a mature rating just to be on the safe side.

I of course own nothing and get nothing but the satisfaction of writing the story and hopefully making it enjoyable for others as well. Comments are always welcome, good or bad. Thank you to everyone and I hope you enjoy it.

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Cursing lightly Dean began to pace the room, he wanted to run after his brother but didn't have a car to do it. He could steal a car, but in the middle of the day he was more likely to get caught. Instead he opted to call the church. Once he had Paul on the line he explained that they thought they had a lead but that Sam had left his phone and asked that Paul have Sam call him as soon as he arrived at the church. Paul had agreed, so now Dean paced the motel room again.

Sam pulled up to the church and quickly ran in. The doors were open and inviting, though the church was empty save for a volunteer who was polishing the candle holders around the front near the podium. "Hey," Sam called out to the boy, who turned and smiled, "Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for someone, a girl in her early twenties. Kinda long brown hair and dark blue eyes?"

The boy shook his head, "I'm not sure who that could be. You might ask Mr. Hastings. He's in his office." The boy pointed towards the door that Dean had gone through at the beginning of the week.

Sam quickly headed down the hallway to Paul's office, where he found the minister sitting behind his desk reading over the news paper. When he entered, Paul stood up, "Sam, your partner called and wanted you to call him. You left your cell phone at the motel he said." Sam blinked and checked his pockets. He'd left his wallet, cell phone, everything except the keys to the Impala.

That didn't matter though; he shook his head and said, "I need to find someone. A girl in her early twenties with long brown hair and deep dark blue eyes. She's a member of your parish and is here for every sermon, so she says."

"Well, son, there are a lot of people who come to my sermons and I can name off quite a few that probably match your description. You don't know her name?"

Sam shook his head in frustration.

"Well, if she's here for all my sermons then I'm sure she'll be back on Sunday?" Paul offered, seeing the agitation rising in the young man before him.

Sam took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right," he said softly. Faking a smile, he looked up at Paul, "thank you for your time."

Paul smiled back and nodded, "I'm here if you need me, son."

Sam turned around and froze. The wall of the office was covered in photos with a large assortment of people and places. But the one that caught his attention was the one with the girl in it. He stepped up to the picture quickly and looked it over. It was definitely the girl and she was standing near the edge of a look-out judging by the wooden barrier and mountainous view behind her. She was standing by the barrier with a young man wrapped in each others' arms.

Sam frowned as he felt an almost jealous twinge creep up his spine. He pointed to her picture as he turned to Paul, "this is her."

Paul's frown and the tilting of his head immediately told Sam that he wasn't going to like what the minister was about to say. "I'm sorry son, but that can't be her. Leigh died almost 50 years ago."

His heart sank; he knew it was going to be bad news. "Really?" He tried to feign mild interested, "how did she die?"

A deep breath and a sad sigh later, Paul stated, "she committed suicide by jumping off that very look-out."

"Oh." Sam couldn't keep the sadness out of his voice, "who's the guy with her?"

"Me."

There's the connection. Sam's hunter instincts were starting to kick in. "Do you know why she did it?"

Paul frowned and shook his head.

"Can you tell me how to get to this spot?"

Paul wasn't sure why the boy was so curious and hesitated, but eventually shrugged and gave him the directions he wanted.

Sam bolted out of the church and back into the Impala.

Dean knew that Sam should have reached the church by now, so he picked up his phone and called again. He spoke briefly with Paul and learned what had transpired. He asked Paul a few more personal questions that seemed to offend Paul, but Dean had to know what they were up against. The girl and Paul were friends, her name was Leigh, she'd committed suicide shortly after Paul had left for ministry school, and that Leigh hadn't wanted him to go because she was in love with him. Apparently she couldn't get over him leaving and jumped from the look-out. "Apparently not," Dean grumbled to himself.

After getting the same direction to the look-out that Sam had, Dean went out in search for a car. This time, he didn't care if it was broad daylight.

Sam followed the directions until he reached the look-out. He thought about grabbing a salt rock filled shotgun from the trunk, but hesitated. What if someone else was here? He needed to check out the area first. He walked up the trail from the parking area to where the look-out rested. The view was amazing and Sam paused for a moment as he drank in the scenery of the trees and mountains surrounding him.

"You found me?" The soft voice was calm, soothing, and full of joy that he'd tracked her down. Only he hadn't tracked her down for the reason's she believe … except in that moment, Sam had forgotten why he was there. He remembered her, the touches, the sensations, and he wanted that again. The peace of mind, the dreamless nights, the restful sleep, he wanted all of that.

Sam stepped closer to her and she smiled such a loving smile that Sam's heart melted for her. The only other person who could have possibly made him feel this way was Jess, only Jess was gone and Leigh was here with open arms and comforting touches. His mind was spinning as he embraced Leigh and allowed her take control as before. He felt his knees weakening and just let himself be laid down on the ground. He closed his eyes and his arms easily slide down to the ground beside him. This time he opened his eyes and looked at Leigh. He wanted to see her face smiling at him. She was there, right beside him laying next to him on hovering slightly over him. One hand was cupping his head lightly while it was on the ground, the other was on his jaw as the fingers teased lightly as his hair. Her eyes piercing his, "shhhhh" she whispered softly, "close your eyes and rest."

Sam smiled and closed his eyes peacefully as she gently kissed his lips. He could feel her brushing her cheek against his. She was still there, even as he heard Dean's voice yelling his name from a distance, he could still feel here there with him. She hadn't run away this time. Dean would see her … would Dean try to take her from him? A sudden jealous rage started to burn inside him, but his senses suddenly dulled and his mind went blank and clear, "shhhhh" she whispered in his ear softly again, "I'm here for you and only you. Now rest."

The darkness swallowed him in that peaceful comfort that he'd longed for. Even Dean's voice was no longer in the background. He could only feel warmth, what he believed was her cheek still lightly pressing against his as she lay next to him, he was happy to be there.

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Dean hit the brakes and skidded to a halt in one of the parking spaces near the Impala. Jumping from the car he ran over cursing that he couldn't get in the trunk. He did have his hand gun and the EMF though. He turned on the EMF and started running up the trail towards the look-out. As he neared the top the EMF ready blared to life with all the red lights shining brightly at him. Cursing as he ran the remainder of the way up, he saw Sam lying on the ground near the edge the barrier.

He ran over to Sam's side and looked around, but nothing was there. The EMF continue to scream otherwise, but he couldn't see anything. "Sam!" Dean yelled as he tried to shake his brother awake again, "Sam! Wake up dammit!" A sudden scowl appeared on his brother's face and he thought he'd gotten through, only to have it disappear in a look of such peace that Sam almost appeared dead. Panic began to rise is Dean's chest as he quickly checked for breath and a pulse. Both were there, so he tried shaking Sam again. This time it did nothing.

Still the EMF reader continued to blare. "Let him go you bitch!" Dean screamed at the air. He tucked his gun into his belt and the EMF into a pocket before hauling Sam up by wrapping his arms around his chest from the back. He dragged Sam backwards carefully down the trail to the Impala. He began sifting through Sam's pockets looking for the keys, but they weren't there. Cursing he looked in the car, they were still hanging in the ignition.

Biting back curses about how his beloved car could have been stolen, he opened the back door and pulled his beloved brother into the back seat. Exiting the door on the opposite side, he tried one more time to wake Sam by tapping him lightly on the face and shaking him by the color of his jacket. "Sammy come on man, you're scaring the hell out of me here!" He made sure Sam was in the car completely before shutting both doors and climbing into the driver's side and racing back to the motel.

Dean struggled to pull Sam into the motel room and onto one of the beds. He still hadn't moved but his breathing and heart beat were normal. He paced the motel room trying periodically to wake Sam for almost two hours before he got a reaction.

Sam's warmth was being interrupted by Dean's voice again and something cold on his forehead. Unlike the warmth of Leigh's breath and touch, this was cold and slightly rough. As he turned his head slightly to try to get away from it, he heard Dean's frantic call again, "Sam? Come on Sam, you can do it, wake up." Sam opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times before they came into focus on Dean's extremely taunt and worried face.

"Dean?"

An extremely heavy sigh escaped Dean's lips as his head dropped in relief. "God, Sammy, you have got to stop doing this to me." Dean got up from the bed and paced the room a little all the while giving Sam an angry look, "how could you run off like that and try to take on some ghost without me?"

Sam eased himself up on his elbows and tried to answer him. Only he didn't really have an answer. He had no idea why he would go against all his hunter's instincts. Why he had such a need for her touch. "I don't know."

"You don't know!" Dean's voice was rising in obvious anger and confusion, "how can you not know Sammy. You left this room in my car, went to the church, found out what she is, and then deliberately went to the look-out instead of coming back here. Now I want to know why." Dean was no longer pacing. He was staring at Sam like a parent whose child had just run out in the road without looking both ways and almost got hit. He was angry that Sam had almost gotten hurt but at the same time relieved that Sam seemed to be fine, not to mention completely confused as to why Sam would do something like this.

Sam knew why he'd gone there, knew that she was some sort of addiction and probably demonic in nature. "Did you see her and kill her?" Sam almost dreaded to hear the answer and fully expected Dean to tell him that he'd never be able to see or touch her again.

Dean heard the question and saw the expression on Sam's face and couldn't believe it. Sam seemed worried that he might have actually done it. Or was he worried that he hadn't done it? Dean wasn't sure, but he answered anyway, "no Sam. I never saw her. I only saw you on the ground unconscious and unresponsive again and dragged you back here." Another twinge of anger began to well up inside Dean as he saw Sam relax as if it were good news. "But we're going to take care of it, that's for damn sure. I'm going to find out where she's buried and I'm taking care of her bones tonight."

Sam cringed at the venom in his brother's words. He watched as Dean opened the laptop and began researching. A strange desire to stop Dean began to wiggle in his stomach like a worm. But he knew Dean was right. Instead, he just lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.