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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"Son of a bitch!"

Sam jerked awake as his brother growled at the laptop. "What?"

"Your ghost girlfriend was cremated. It says here, they found her after she jumped from the look-out and her family cremated her." Dean's frown deepened, "according to this article, her parents were devastated over the loss but knew how Leigh loved the look-out. They believed that she fell because she was too happy to have committed suicide. They cremated her and let the ashes out at the look-out." Dean hit the table with his fist. "How can she be haunting the place if she's been cremated?"

Sam sat up and shrugged, "maybe there's an item like Bloody Mary or Hook Man?"

Dean nodded, "we need to go back and talk to Paul." He stood up and grabbed his jacket and the keys. Glancing over he noticed that Sam wasn't moving. "You coming?"

Sam was suddenly a little afraid to go. He knew that if he went he could have a chance of seeing her again. He wanted to see her. That was problem, he really wanted to see her more than anything else, and that scared the hell out of him.

Dean must have sensed what Sam was thinking, "I wont let her near you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you Sammy, you know that."

Sam looked up, knowing his brother was sincere, "but Dean … you can't even see her."

Dean frowned. Sam had a point. "I'm not leaving you here alone. So far you've only seen her at the church and the look-out, so maybe those are the only places she can appear, but I don't want to leave you here alone just in case it's something else."

Sam nodded, grabbed his jacket, and followed Dean out the door.

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When they arrived at the church, there were a few cars in the parking lot, so the boys left their larger weapons behind. They could hear talking and movement upstairs. The pews were empty so they went upstairs. There was a youth group having a meeting in one of the conference rooms at the end of the hall. One boy in is middle teens was walking back to the room when he saw Sam and Dean. He smiled and waved lightly as Dean waved to catch his attention, "we're looking for Mr. Hastings." The boy smiled and pointed to the last door on the left, "he's in there discussing our trip with our parents."

"Thanks."

The boy smiled again and said, "No problem," as he went back into the room where the other kids were.

"We should probably wait downstairs," Sam whispered, still a little anxious to be there.

Dean nodded and they went down and sat in one of the pews. Dean pulled out the EMF and turned it on, nothing. Sam took a deep breath and sighed in relief. Dean smiled and set the reader on the pew beside him, leaving it turned on.

After a while of waiting, Paul came down stairs with the parents and mingled with them for a little while longer near the entrance until they finally gathered up their respective kids and left the church. Paul noticed Sam and Dean sitting there and sat down on the same pew with them. "How can I help you boys today?"

"We need to know everything you know about Leigh." Dean said bluntly.

Paul frowned and sat back a little, studying the two boys in front of him. "Why?"

"Uhhh, because we stumbled on to her story while working on yours and we think it would make a good addition or second story for later," Sam tried to persuade.

"Look, she was a very good friend of mine and we were all shaken by her decision to take her own life. You two need to leave her be. I will not have you sullying her name for your own fame." Paul stood angrily and indicated with his hand towards the door of the church. "Unless you have need for guidance in a spiritual fashion, I would like for you to be on your way."

"Mr. Hastings," Sam tried to sooth the now ruffled minister, "I'm sorry we upset you."

Dean grabbed the EMF from the pew and followed Sam from the church, as they reached the car the whine and lights from the indicator made them both jump. Looking up at the entrance to the church, Leigh stood in the doorway looking at Sam.

Dean couldn't see anything. He looked at Sam and then tried to look in the same direction but saw nothing. "Do you see her?"

"Yeah. She's in the doorway." Sam's voice was soft, like he was looking at something that took his breath away. That's what scared Dean; that it might actually take his breath away and not give it back.

Sam took a couple of steps back towards the church before Dean got his attention, "Sam! Get in the car."

Sam hesitated, looking back a Leigh in the doorway. She had her hand stretched out towards him smiling. He wanted so desperately to go up there and take her hand, but Dean walked around the car and stood in front of him, "get in the car Sam. Now."

Sam blinked a few times, looking at Dean and the worry that was beginning to creep onto his face. Without looking back up at Leigh, he nodded and got in the car. He kept his eyes on the floorboard, not going unnoticed by Dean, and didn't look up until they were out of the church parking lot and on the road back to the hotel.

"What has gotten into you, dude?" Dean scowled but never took his eyes off the road. "It's like she's got some kind of hypnotic control over you or something."

"I don't know," Sam whispered from his seat, "but it's worrying me."

"You and me both."

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Once back at the hotel, Dean began taking inventory of their supplies. "Ok, I'm going back to the church tonight and searching Paul's office. Maybe I can find something there."

"What about me?" Sam asked as he realized Dean was making plans that didn't involve the word we at all.

"You're not going anywhere near that church, look-out, or anything else that might involve that girl. So basically, you're keeping your butt here in the motel room."

"Dean, don't you think that's a bit extreme."

"Nope."

"Dean?"

"Nope. You're keeping your butt here if I have to hog-tie you."

"Dean!"

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Dean parked the Impala a block away and walked in the shadows to the side entrance of the church. There were no cars in the driveway and no lights on inside. Picking the lock easily, the door swung quietly opened. He'd already checked during their previous visits and the church didn't have an alarm system. He closed the door behind him, turned on his EMF and flashlight, and headed for Paul's office.

He searched from one end of the church to the other and found nothing. The only thing that seemed to be remotely linked to her was the one picture in Paul's office.

Frustrated and tired, he left the church and headed back to the motel.

Sam leapt from the bed as Dean walked in the door, "well?"

"Easy boy," Dean smirked at him, "I didn't find anything. There was nothing in that church about her except the picture. The EMF never went off either." Dean frowned, "I guess the next thing we can check is Paul's house, after he leaves for the church in the morning."

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The boys park a little ways down the street from Paul's house. They watched from the safety of their hiding place as he drove away to the church. Checking to make sure no one was watching or out and about before they quickly jumped the fence and picked the back door.

As soon as they entered the house Sam knew she was there. Not because Dean's EMF reader began screaming two seconds later, but because he could feel her.

"Get out of here Sam," Dean snapped as the EMF needle and red lights maxed themselves.

Sam couldn't see her, but he could feel her there. Dean got in front of Sam and pushed him back out the door. At first he fought against it, not really understanding why. He wasn't looking at Dean, he was looking farther into the house, looking for her. It wasn't until Dean's hands roughly shoved against his chest that he looked down into his brother's extremely worried eyes and allowed himself to be pushed back out the door.

"What the hell was that Sam?" Dean growled once they were away from the house standing in the back yard.

"I … I don't know … she's in there … somewhere." Sam replied hesitantly.

"No shit Sherlock," Dean snapped, "Keep your ass out here, do you hear me?"

Sam blinked in slight confusion at first then understanding swept over his features as he took a deep breath and nodded his assent to Dean.

Dean turned around and entered the house carefully. There was no alarm and no pets to deal with, so he went about searching the house for anything that might appear to be related to Leigh.

Dean was extremely nervous as he went through the living area of the house, he couldn't see Sam because there were no windows, but Sam had promised to stay away from the house. Everything was neat and tidy. The pictures on the wall were scenery. A few portraits were on the hallway walls as he moved to the back rooms of the small one-story house. He entered one room that had been set up as a small office and glanced out the window into the back yard. Sam was pacing nervously near the fence.

As Dean started going through the desk drawers the EMF flared and then died out. Dean frowned at it, thinking the batteries might have run out. Then he heard Sam call out. Rushing to the window he could see Sam backing up slowly, calling his name.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, hoping his brother would hear him without alerting the neighbors at the same time. Leigh was walking slowly towards him from the porch. It was strange that he didn't feel the same pull to her that he did before. As she stepped almost within touching, he back up and called for Dean again. She gave him a slightly confused look, almost hurt.

She suddenly looked off into the distance, but her eyes drooped almost sleepily like she was listening to something far away. "I have to go to the church." She whispered, "Someone needs to be healed." She looked back at Sam, smiled, and disappeared.

Dean came running out of the house with his gun drawn, looking franticly around the yard before reaching Sam. "What? Is it her?" Dean saw nothing and turned to Sam, "Sammy?"

"She's gone." Sam blinked and took a deep breath, "she said she was going to the church because someone needed to be healed."

They raced back to the car and to the church.

The service had already started when they arrived. "Sam, I think you should stay in the car." Dean looked over at his brother with concern.

"What? No way!" Sam frowned, "you can't even see her Dean. I have to go in there with you."

"Sam, no. I'm not taking a chance on her getting to you again."

"I'm not staying in the damn car, so just stop and let's go." Sam opened the door and stepped out.

Dean growled but followed Sam into the church. As they neared the door the EMF reader maxed again. They both stopped to look at it nervously, then Dean turned it off and put in back in his pocked.

They entered the church and could see Paul at the podium speaking to a large number of people filling most of the pews. Looked like the same crowd from the previous Sunday. Paul saw them enter and a flicker of disapproval flashed quickly across his face, but was gone after a breath and he continued with his sermon. They quickly took their usual seats and Sam began looking for Leigh.

She was sitting in the same seat that Sam had seen in her the first time he'd laid eyes on her. She was staring at nothing in particular and appeared to be listening and talking to no one in particular. After a few moments, she stood up and walked up to Paul.

Sam stiffened, which immediately made Dean stiffen and start looking to where Sam was. Dean couldn't see anything, so he began pressing Sam, "what's going on?" He had to ask twice and lightly punch his brother's arm before Sam finally responded.

"It looks like she's talking to Paul. She's standing next to him saying something, but I can't hear."

Even as the words finished leaving Sam's mouth, Paul stopped talking and appeared to lose his train of thought as the looked down at the podium. Leigh walked away from him, heading down the isle towards the back of the church and Sam became more nervous as she neared him. This made Dean more nervous and he started to stand up, but Sam caught his arm, "wait."

Leigh moved towards the back of the church to the last pew where other people were seated, smiling to where Sam and Dean were sitting.

Paul coughed at the podium and anxious eyes looked up at him, "Thomas Wilman? Is Thomas here with us today?"

There was a simultaneous gasp through the church as a woman stood up with her young two year old cradled in her arms. "He's here, he's my son." The boy was wearing a cute pant and shirt outfit and nice shoes, probably his Sunday best. He was limply holding on to his mother and barely picked his head up to look around as she stood. He was horribly pale and the dark circles under his eyes stood out more contrasting to the paleness of his face.

The other people in the church became excited and some even whispered loudly that he was going to heal the boy.

Sam and Dean both shuddered as their memories of Reverend Le Grange came to mind once again as Paul began talking about how God had sent him a message with this boys name to be healed of his illnesses. Sam watched dumbfounded as Leigh walked down each pew with her arms outstretched. He could see something happening as she touched each person, like wisps of smoke and light were leaving each individual and being drawn into Leigh.

The closer she got to the podium where the woman had already taken the boy, the more her body began to radiate a light of its own. Paul had asked the woman to come up next to him and had pulled a chair up for her to sit in. By the time Leigh reached where they were, Paul was on his knees with his hand on the boys back praying. Leigh was like a majestic light that almost hurt Sam's eyes to keep them on her, but he watched intently as she walked up to the boy and placed her hand over Paul's. Sam could see the same kind of wispy light coming from Paul as he did the other people in the church, but instead of going into Leigh it became part of a flowing river that was leaving Leigh and entering the boy.

Dean watched anxiously between Paul and Sam trying to get a feel for what was going on. Sam refused to acknowledge him as he whispered, "what's happening Sam?" Sam's awestruck expression didn't make him feel any better, but it was obvious that Sam was not in trouble as he had been the last couple of times they'd encountered Leigh. Dean turned his attention to the boy who had started to convulse slightly in his mother's arms where she gripped him tightly and prayed along with the rest of the congregation.

Sam watched as the light dimmed around Leigh, but even after she appeared to be back to normal the wisps of light continued to leave her. He suddenly became concerned as her form started becoming transparent. "What is she doing to herself?" Sam whispered in such a scared tone that it started even Dean.

"What do you mean? Sam? What is going on?"

"Leigh is the one healing the people. I think that's what she's doing right now, she's up there healing the boy. But it looks like it's killing her … except that she's already dead …" Sam blinked and looked at Dean, "I don't know exactly what she's doing, but it looked like she took something from everyone in the church and she's giving it to the boy."

"Took something? Took what?"

"I don't know Dean, just something." Sam was starting feel frustrated at all Dean's questions. He was concerned about Leigh and didn't really know why. He wanted to go up there and make her stop before she disappeared, which she was nearly to that point when he looked up there again. He even started to move, but Dean grabbed his arm. He jerked his arm away and looked up to the podium just as Leigh disappeared completely. He suddenly felt complete panic, "She's gone Dean; she disappeared!"

"Ok, so we go check on the boy and the minister." Dean frowned, he could tell that Sam was upset but couldn't understand why. "What's wrong with you Sam?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah, whatever. Get up there so we can talk to Paul." Dean pushed Sam a little towards the end of the pew. Unfortunately everyone else was still in the church and crowding around the boy. As they hesitated behind the crowd someone yelled out to call 911. Sam and Dean moved out of the way and found out that Paul had collapsed and was being taken to the hospital.

"Alright, I'm going to the hospital to find out what happened to Paul. You go back to the motel and wait for me." Dean looked at Sam intensely, noticing the clenching of his jaw muscles. "Sam?"

"Yeah, I got it. Back to the motel."

It didn't take long for Dean to drop Sam off at the motel and head to the hospital. Sam went inside and immediately opened up the laptop to do as much research on Leigh as possible.

Dean waited for a while before they let him in to see Paul. They were saying he'd collapsed from exhaustion and mild dehydration. They had an IV to give him fluids, but otherwise he was awake and able to talk to Dean. Once the nurses left the room, Dean tried to ask questions about Leigh and how Paul knew to choose the boy. Paul had heard a whisper in his mind, distant and hard to hear, but when he concentrated and listened quietly, he could hear the boy's name. Unfortunately, Dean couldn't get anything more about Leigh than what Paul had already told them.

"Do you by chance have any personal items that use to belong to Leigh?"

"I don't think so, why do you ask? I thought I told you that I didn't want you sullying her name in some crap story." Paul looked a little agitated.

"No reason and we're not going to do any kind of damaging story on her. We actually wanted to look at the accidental falling side." Dean was starting to feel nervous. He needed Sam here to use those puppy dog eyes and dimples to smooth over Paul, who was obviously getting upset. But he'd rather have Sam at the motel safe. So Dean continued to talk to Paul for a little while longer about the healings and what he knew about Leigh before leaving.

Sam paced around the motel room for a while. He couldn't get the image of Leigh disappearing out of his mind. He felt the intense need to go back to the church, Paul's house, and the look-out in hopes of finding her again. Dean would kill him if he left the motel, but Sam had to find out what happened to her and find out how she healed that boy. He gathered his jacket and a few miscellaneous items, including his 45, which he tucked into his belt by his lower back. Leaving the motel room he traveled a couple of blocks before hot wiring a car that was in the back of a diner. He was closest to Paul's house, so went there first. When he didn't get the sensation that Leigh was there, he went to the church. Again nothing, so he went to the look-out.