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Chapter 13

"Ok I think we found a way we can bypass that construction we might even make Pennsylvania faster than I thought," Sam said looking over a map on the hood of the car while Dean was filling it up.

"Problem is we aren't going to Pennsylvania," I said as I hung my phone up and went to get in the car.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I just got a call from…an old friend, his father was killed last night and thinks it might be our kind of thing," I answered.

"What?" Sam asked this time.

"Believe me he never would have called and I mean never if he didn't need us," I answered.

"Where to?" Dean sighed getting in the driver's seat.

"Cape Girardeau, Missouri," I answered softly hoping Dean wouldn't catch on.

"Why does that sound so familiar?" Dean asked as he pulled onto the highway but there was no way I was going to answer.

We drove in silence as Sam dozed off in the front seat for a few hours until I sneezed so loud it woke him up.

"Sorry," I said trying to laugh at the fact that I just scared him by sneezing.

"Whatever. So by old friend you mean…" Sam said turning to look at me in the backseat.

"A friend that isn't new," I replied not looking up from the magazine I was flipping through.

"So it's ok for you to have friends but when I say I keep in touch with my friends from school you two tell me to cut them out of my life, how does that work?" Sam asked.

"Sam it's not like I kept in contact with him I haven't talked to him in over two years and to be honest I'm surprised he still has my number," I replied.

"What's his name?" Sam asked.

I paused for a moment before answering, "Kevin."

I thought Dean was going to drive off the road, "You're kidding me, right?"

"Wait you actually remember a guys name," Sam said shocked.

"Yeah we went out," I answered Sam trying to avoid Dean's death glares from the rear view mirror.

"You dated somebody…for more than one night?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"Dean and I were working a job in town and we went out for a couple of weeks," I replied shrugging my shoulders like it was no big deal.

"I'm sorry about his dad but it kind of sounds like a standard car accident I'm not seeing how it fits with what we do," Sam said shaking his head, "Which by the way how does he know what we do?"

I knew this wasn't going to go over well so instead of answering I tried to give him my best innocent smile.

"You told him! You told him the secret! Our big family rule number one, 'we do what we do and we shut up about it'. For a year and a half I do nothing but lie to Jessica and you go out with this guy in Missouri a couple of times and you tell him everything?!" Sam yelled.

"He told Cassie!" I yelled pointing at Dean trying to get the attention off of me.

"Who the hell is Cassie?" Sam hollered at Dean.

"And you should have learned from my mistakes!" Dean yelled at me instead of answering Sam's question.

SUPERNATURAL

We walked into the newsroom that Kevin worked at and I had every emotion you could think of running through me. I was excited to see him again but nervous because of how we left things. A part of me was still very angry with the way he took things while the other part of me understood why he acted that way. I was also anxious that my brothers would make this more awkward than it already was. I stood there for a second and stared at him from across the room until he saw me.

"Leah," he breathed as we walked over to him.

"Hey Kevin," I couldn't help but smile, "This is my brother Sam and I'm not sure if you remember Dean."

"Nice to meet you," Sam said shaking his hand. I bit my lip wondering what Dean would say but he just nodded.

"I'm sorry about your dad," I told him.

"Yeah me too," he answered.

This was so much harder than I ever thought it would be, I wasn't sure what to say or expect him to say and I was still silently praying Dean wouldn't say anything.

SUPERNATURAL

"My mother is in pretty bad shape so I've been staying with her, she is so nervous and frightened, she was worried about dad," Kevin said as he offered us coffee in the living room.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"He was scared, he was seeing things," he answered.

"Like what?" Dean questioned.

"He swore he saw an awful looking black truck following him."

"A truck? Who was the driver?" Sam asked.

"He didn't talk about a driver, just the truck. He said it would appear and disappear and after the accident dad's car looked like it had been slammed into by something big," he answered before turning to me, "You still take four sugars in your coffee?"

"Yeah," I answered and I caught Sam smiling at me.

"You sure this dent wasn't there before?" Dean asked.

"He sold cars always drove a new one, there wasn't a scratch on that thing. It had rained hard that night and there was mud everywhere, there were a distinct set of muddy tracks from dad's car leading right to the edge where he went over. One set of tracks…his."

"And the first person killed was a friend of your fathers?" I asked wanting to get up from my seat, go comfort him and tell him everything was going to be ok and how much I cared for him but I just couldn't make myself move.

"That's right, Clayton Sawyers, they owned the car dealership together. Same thing; dent no tracks and the cops said the same thing they said about my dad that he lost control of his car."

"Can you think of any reason why your father and his partner may be targets?" Dean asked.

"No."

"And you think this vanishing truck ran him off the road?" Sam asked.

"Well when you say it out loud like that…" he said shaking his head, "Listen I'm a little skeptical about this ghost stuff or whatever it is you guys are into."

And just like that I was back to being angry with him.

"Skeptical?" I asked getting up from my seat and pacing the room, "From what I remember you called me fucking insane!"

"That was then," he said watching me pace the room.

"Yeah and now that you need help I'm not so fucking crazy right? I mean what happened to never call me again? I did what you asked and haven't bothered you in over two years!" I screamed.

"Maybe I shouldn't have called," he replied softly, "But I knew deep down that if I needed help you would come."

Just then a woman rushed through the front door.

"Mom, where have you been?" Kevin asked getting up to meet her.

"I had no idea you invited friends over," she said.

"Mom this is…a friend mine, Leah and her brothers Dean and Sam," Kevin introduced us.

"Leah?" the woman asked with her arms open, "Oh honey it's been so long."

"I'm so sorry for your loss Mrs. Robinson," I said going over to hug her.

"Well I won't interrupt," she said turning to leave.

"Mrs. Robinson we would really like to talk to you if you don't mind," Dean said.

"I'm really not up for that just now," she replied before walking away.

SUPERNATURAL

"Accidents do happen Kevin, that's what they are accidents," we heard a man say to Kevin as we walked over to the scene of another crash.

"Did the cops check for additional denting on Jimmy's car to see if it was pushed?" I asked standing next to Kevin with my brothers behind us.

"Who's this?" the man asked.

"Leah, Sam and Dean Winchester, family friends," Kevin answered, "This is Mayor Harold Todd."

"There's one set of tire tracks, one. It doesn't point to foul play," Mayor Todd said.

"Mayor the police and town officials take their cues from you, if you're indifferent about…" Kevin started.

"Indifferent?" the Mayor cut him off.

"Would you close the road if the victims were white?" Kevin protested.

"You're suggesting I'm racist, Kevin. I'm the last person you should talk to like that," Mayor Todd answered.

"And why's that?" Kevin challenged.

"Why don't you ask your mother," he replied before walking away.

SUPERNATURAL

"I'll say this for him, he's fearless," Sam said as he put on the jacket for his suit.

"Mmhhmm," I answered securing the straps on my heels.

"Bet he set you straight a couple of times," Sam teased, "But what's interesting is you guys never really look at each other at the same time. You look at him when he's not looking, he checks you out when you look away…"

I gave him a look as to say 'what's your point' as I went to fix Dean's tie.

"It's just an observation, in a you know observationally interesting way," Sam finished.

"I think we might have some more pressing issues here," I said.

"Hey if I'm hitting a nerve…" Sam started.

"Let's go," I said grabbing my purse and walking out the door.

SUPERNATURAL

"Excuse me, are you Ron Stevens?" Dean asked as we approached two men eating lunch on the dock.

He nodded.

"You were friends with Jimmy Anderson?" I asked.

"Who are you?" Ron asked.

"We're with Mr. Anderson's insurance company we are just here to dot some I's and cross some T's," I answered.

"We were just wondering had the deceased mentioned any unusual recent experiences?" Sam asked.

"What do you mean unusual?" Ron questioned.

"Well visions, hallucinations…" Sam started.

"It's all part of our medical examination," I finished.

"What company did you say you were with?" Ron asked.

"All National Mutual," Dean answered quickly showing him a folded up piece of paper inside his jacket which I knew to be just some random pamphlet.

"Tell me did he ever mention seeing a truck…maybe a black truck?" I asked getting impatient that this guy was asking more questions than he was answering.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ron asked but I noticed the frightened look of the man sitting next to him when I asked about the truck.

"This truck, big scary monster looking thing?" the guy asked.

"Yeah actually I think so," I answered and he nodded.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I have heard of a truck like that," he replied.

"You have? Where?" I asked.

"Not where, when. Back in the '60's there were a string of deaths, black men, story goes they disappeared in a big nasty black truck."

"They ever catch the guy who did it?" Dean asked.

"Never found him," he replied and then laughed to himself, "Not sure they ever really looked, see there was a time when this town wasn't too friendly with all of its citizens."

"Thank you," I nodded before we walked away.

"So a truck," Dean said as we walked back to the car.

"It keeps coming up doesn't it," Sam answered.

"You know I was thinking, you heard of the flying Dutchman…" I started.

"Yeah a ghost ship infused with the caption's evil spirit," Sam finished.

"So what if we are dealing with the same thing, you know phantom truck as a result of some bastard ghost reenacting past crimes," I said.

"The victims have all been black men," Dean agreed.

"It's more than that it seems to be connected to Kevin and his family," I said.

"Alright you work that angle and go talk to him," Sam suggested.

"I will."

"Oh and you might want to mention that other thing," Sam smiled.

"What other thing?" I asked him completely lost.

"The serious unfinished business," Sam laughed, "Freckles, what is going on between you two?"

"Alright so maybe we were a little more involved then I said," I answered.

"A little?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.

"Ok a lot more maybe and I told him the secret and I shouldn't have," I replied getting defensive.

"Everyone has to open up to someone sometime," Sam said looking at me with those sad eyes.

"Yeah well I don't, it was stupid to get that close and look how it ended," I said and looked up to see Sam smiling at me, "Would you stop!...Blink or something!"

"You loved him," Sam exclaimed.

"Oh God," I rolled my eyes.

"You were in love with him but you dumped him…" Sam started but I didn't answer.

"Oh wow," Dean said catching on, "He dumped you, that's why you came back hysterical that night."

"Get in the car," I sighed sliding into the backseat.

"Go talk to him about what's going on and figure stuff out with him if you want to but I'm telling you right now you come back to the room crying again he will be praying to see the damn truck," Dean warned as he got into the car.

SUPERNATURAL

Surprisingly Dean let me take the Impala over to Kevin's house saying something about if I needed a quick get away. I made my way up the front steps, smoothed out my shirt under my jacket and nervously knocked on the front door. After a few moments Kevin answered the door.

"Leah, Hey come on in," he said holding the door open for me.

"Hey," I smiled, "So are you busy?"

"Uh the paper's doing a tribute to Jimmy so I was just going through his stuff, his awards just trying to find the words," he answered as I followed him into the small office area.

"It's got to be tough," I said not really knowing what to say, it was the first time we had been alone together since we got into town.

"For years his family owned the paper, the Dorian's, they had a whites only staff policy after they sold it Jimmy became the first black reporter and he didn't stop until he became editor. He taught me everything…Where's your brothers?"

"Not here," I replied.

"Alright so what brings you here?"

"Trying to find a connection between the three victims, by the way did you talk to your mom about what Mayor Todd said about not being a racist?"

"I did, she didn't want to talk about it," he answered leaning against the opposite wall that I was.

"So just then why did you ask where my brothers were?"

"Nothing, not important."

"Could it be because without them here it's just you and me and not you, me and them which would be easier?"

"It's not easier…Look I…" he started.

"No forget it, it's fine we will keep it strictly business," I interrupted him and walked back over to the desk.

"I forgot you do that," Kevin laughed.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Whenever we get, what's the word, close anywhere in the neighborhood of emotional vulnerability you back off or make some joke or find anyway to shut the door on me."

"Oh that's hilarious, see I'm not the one who took that big final door and slammed it behind me," I said walking over so we were face to face.

"Wait," he tried but I continued.

"And I'm not the one who took the key and buried it."

"Are we done with this metaphor?" he asked.

"All I'm saying is I was totally upfront with you back then and you nailed me with it."

"The girl I'm with, the girl I'm hoping might be in my future tells me she professionally pops ghosts," he started.

"Not the words I used," I argued.

"And then she has to leave to go work with her father!"

"I did!" I screamed.

"All I could think was if you want out fine but don't tell me this insane story."

"It was the truth Kevin! And again it didn't sound so insane the minute you thought I could help you!"

"Back then I thought you just wanted to dump me," he screamed back.

"Whoa let's not forget who dumped who!"

"I thought it was what you wanted!"

"Well it wasn't!"

"I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"Well you did!"

"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah me too," I said before wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him passionately.

We broke apart for a minute and gazed into each other's eyes before he kissed me and slid my jacket off my shoulders. We kept making out only stopping to take each other's shirts off. I wrapped my legs around his body and started nibbling on his neck as he guided us to his bedroom. He fell back on the bed and quickly took off his pants and I took off mine before climbing back on top of him and letting my hair down so it hung in his face. He entered me before rolling me onto my back, I grabbed onto the chain around his neck to pull him closer to me.

SUPERNATURAL

"We should fight more often," Kevin laughed as we lay in bed together the next morning with my head resting on his chest.

"Absolutely," I smiled still in heaven from the night before.

"Actually we were always pretty good at fighting, this we were good at…" he started.

"This we were excellent at," I corrected him.

"It's all the other stuff…not so much," he finished.

"Hey I tried, I told you who I really was even though I never wanted to, it was a big first for me."

"Why did you tell me?"

"I don't know, you just kept asking and I didn't want to lie to you."

"Leah when you told me, it scared the shit out of me I thought you were nuts, dangerous even and maybe I was looking for a reason to walk away."

"With the job that we do, I see some horrible things, things that can't be explained. I deal with them but working things out with you…"

"I'm a scary one alright," he laughed and then kissed the top of my head.

"I definitely never thought we would be here again," I admitted.

"You know things usually work out if you really want them too."

"Yeah but I'm still really involved in the job," I said leaning on my elbow so I could look at him in the eyes.

He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, "No more excuses ok? From you or me."

"Ok," I agreed before leaning forward to kiss him.

"Believe it or not, everyone have things that they hide. Believe it or not, everyone keeps most things inside. Believe it or not…" my phone started to ring.

"You've got to be kidding me," I groaned as I reluctantly got out of bed wrapping myself in the sheet to answer my phone.

"What?" I answered nastily after seeing Sam's name on the caller ID.

"Well hello to you too…Leah the Mayor is dead."

"You're kidding?"

SUPERNATURAL

"She's with us," Sam said to the officer as I arrived at the scene.

"Where were you last night?" Sam questioned as I walked up to them.

"Where do you think," I answered rolling my eyes.

"You have sex hair," Dean commented as he tousled my hair.

"Shut up," I smirked and threw my hair into a ponytail.

"So I take you guys worked things out," Sam asked.

"We will be working things out until were ninety, so what happened?" I asked as a body bag was rolled away right in front of us.

"Every bone crushed, internal organs turned to pudding, cops are all stumped but it's almost like something ran him over," Sam answered.

"Something like a truck?" I asked.

"Yup," Dean nodded.

"Tracks?" I asked.

"Nope," Sam answered.

"What was the Mayor doing here anyway?" I asked.

"He owned the property, bought it a few weeks ago," Sam answered.

"But he is white it doesn't fit the pattern," I disputed.

"Yeah well the killing didn't happen up on the road so that doesn't fit either," Dean added.

SUPERNATURAL

"So I'm trying to find some link between those killings back in the '60's and what's going on now but there's not a lot about in the paper," I said as Kevin sat next to me at his desk in the newsroom.

"Not surprising probably minimum police work too, back then equal justice under the law wasn't too literal around here," he stated as my phone rang.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Ok the court house records show that Mr. and Mrs. Mayor bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family for like over one hundred and fifty years," Sam said on the other line.

"Dorian?"

"Yeah."

"Didn't you say the Dorian family used to own this paper?" I asked Kevin while still on the phone with Sam.

"Yeah along with most everything else around here," he answered.

"That's interesting," I said clicking back a few pages on the computer.

"What?" Sam asked.

"This Cyrus Dorian, he vanished in April of '63. The case was investigated but was never solved, that's right around the same time the string of murders were going on back then."

"Well I pulled a bunch of papers up on the Dorian place it must have been in bad shape when the Mayor bought it."

"Why do you say that?"

"The first thing he did was bulldoze the place."

"Mayor Todd knocked down the Dorian place?" I asked Kevin.

"It was a big deal, one of the oldest local houses left, it made the front page," he answered.

"You got a date?" I asked Sam.

"Uh…the third of last month."

"Hold on," I said and typed the date into the computer pulling up the paper from that day, "Mayor Todd bulldozes the Dorian family home on the 3rd and the first killing was the very next day."

"It makes sense the destruction of a building can awaken spirits."

"Not that I need to tell you what I do but I'm going to head back with Kevin to his place."

"Have fun," Sam basically sang into the phone.

"Be careful!" I heard Dean yell in the background before I hung up.

We spent the rest of the day together just like old times watching movies, playing war and just talking. As it got later I waited in the living room while Kevin went upstairs to check on his mother.

"How's she doing?" I asked as he came back down.

"I don't know," he shrugged as he sat down next to me on the couch, "She won't open up to me."

"Give her time," I said curling into his side.

"I just want to help her…" Kevin sighed and the lights started to flicker.

I immediately jumped off the couch and looked around.

"What's going on?" Kevin asked with a hint of fear in his voice.

His questioned was answered by the sound of a truck revving its engine. Kevin quickly got up and shut all the blinds in the living room. The truck was circling the house as if trying to find a way inside. I pulled Kevin into the hallway far from any windows and speed dialed Dean.

"Dean it's here!" I screamed into the phone.

SUPERNATURAL

By the time Dean and Sam arrived at the house the truck was long gone. We gathered in the living room with Kevin, me and Dean on the couch and Sam and Mrs. Robinson sitting in chairs opposite of us.

"So you didn't see who was driving the truck?" Dean asked with his hand on my back.

"It seemed to be no one," I answered.

"Everything was moving so fast and then it was just gone. Why didn't it just kill us?" Kevin asked.

"Whatever is controlling the truck wants you afraid first," Sam said.

"Yeah well it's working," Kevin replied and I gave his knee a reassuring squeeze.

"Mrs. Robinson, Kevin said that your husband saw a truck before he died," Sam tried but she just stared at him.

"Mom?" Kevin asked.

"Hmm? Oh, well Martin was under a lot of stress…he can't be sure of what he was seeing," she said shaking her head.

"Well after tonight I think we can be reasonably sure that he was seeing a truck. What happened tonight, you and Kevin are marked ok? Your son could die so if you know something now would be a really good time to tell us about it," I demanded pointing my finger at her.

"Leah," Kevin whispered trying to calm me down.

"No Kevin this isn't something to be taken lightly if she knows something and is hiding it from us…" I yelled

"Yes…yes he said he saw a truck," Mrs. Robinson said cutting me off.

"Did he know who it belonged to?" Sam asked.

"He thought he did."

"Who was that?" Dean asked while rubbing small circles on my back, I hated to admit it but it was calming me down.

"Cyrus a man named Cyrus," she answered, "Cyrus Dorian died more than forty years ago."

"How do you know he died Mrs. Robinson?" I asked trying to keep my voice even, "The paper said he went missing."

She didn't answer.

"How do you know he died?" I asked again louder causing Dean to start rubbing circles on my back again.

"We were all very young I dated Cyrus awhile, I was also seeing Martin in secret of course, interracial couples didn't go over too well then. When I broke it off with Cyrus and he found out about Martin…I don't know, he changed, his hatred was frightening."

"The string of murders," Sam said.

"There were rumors people of color disappearing in some kind of a truck but nothing was ever done. Martin and I were going to be married in a little church near here but last minute we decided to elope because we didn't want all the attention."

"And Cyrus?" Dean asked.

"The day we set for the wedding," she cried, "was the day someone set fire to the church. There was a children's choir practice in the there, they all died."

"Did the attacks stop after that?" Sam asked as I wiped away a tear from my eye.

"No there was one more, one night that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible," she sobbed uncontrollably, "But Martin somehow got loose and he started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him."

"Why didn't he call the cops?" Dean asked.

"This was forty years ago! He called on his friends, Clayton and Jimmy, and they put Cyrus's body into the truck and they rolled it into the swamp at the edge of his land and all three of them kept that secret all these years."

"And now all three are gone," Sam concluded.

"So is Mayor Todd, now he said that you of all people would know that he was not a racist, why would he say that?" Dean asked.

"He was a good man, he was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus's disappearance once he figured out what Martin and the others had done he did nothing because he also had known what Cyrus had done."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kevin asked.

"I thought I was protecting them and now there's no one left to protect," she said shaking her head.

"Yes there is," I stated grabbing Kevin's hand.

Sam, Dean and I waited out by the car to give Kevin some time with his mom.

"Oh my life was so simple just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms," Sam sighed as he leaned against the passenger door.

"So I guess I saved you from a boring existence," Dean said.

"Yeah occasionally I miss boring," Sam admitted.

"Alright so this killer truck," I started.

"I miss conversations that didn't start with this killer truck," Sam laughed.

"So this Cyrus guy evil on a level that even infected his truck," I said while rubbing the back of my neck, "And when he died the swamp became his tomb and his spirit was dormant for forty years."

"What woke it up?" Dean asked.

"The construction or more destruction of his house," Sam answered.

"Yeah and the same guy that tore down his house, Mayor Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus's murder quiet and unsolved," I added.

"So now the spirit is awaken and out for blood," Sam commented.

"I guess who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway," Dean shrugged.

"You know we're going to have to dredge that body up from the swamp right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," I answered scrunching my nose up.

"Hey," Kevin said walking over towards us.

"Hey how's your mom?" I asked walking over to meet him.

"She's asleep, now what?"

"Now you stay here and look after her and we will be back," I answered, "Don't leave the house."

"Don't go getting all authoritative on me, I hate it," he said and I heard Sam and Dean trying not to laugh behind me.

"Don't leave the house, please?" I said smiling and then kissed him.

I heard Dean clear his throat and I put my finger up behind me to tell him one more minute, I gave Kevin one more quick kiss before getting in the backseat of the Impala.

SUPERNATURAL

"Alright let's get her up," Sam yelled to Dean who was on a tractor with a chain attached to the truck.

"A little more," I yelled as the front tires were finally on the ground.

"Ok stop," Sam instructed.

Dean hopped down from the tractor and came over to the trunk for supplies.

"So you ready to admit it yet?" Sam asked nudging my shoulder.

"Admit what?" I asked.

"Come on your still in love with him," Sam declared.

"Oh God, can we focus please," I said grabbing the salt and Dean grabbed the gas.

"I'm just saying…" Sam said.

"Let's get this done," I said cutting him off.

Dean opened the driver's side door of the truck and with Sam's help they pulled the body out and laid it on the ground. I couldn't help but cover my mouth the smell was indescribable. We quickly doused the body with gasoline and salt before I lit a match and threw it setting it ablaze.

"Think that will do it?" Sam asked.

"I guess not," I answered when the ghost truck appeared.

"So burning the body had no affect on it?" Dean asked.

"Sure it did…it pissed it off," I answered as I ran to the driver's side of the Impala.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"For a little ride I'm going to lead that thing away while you figure out how to burn the truck," I answered thankful that Dean left the keys in the ignition.

"Get the hell out of my car!" Dean yelled.

"Just burn the fucking truck," I screamed back as I tore off in the opposite direction of the truck.

I was hitting over ninety miles an hour and the truck had no problem keeping right on my ass. I pulled my cell out and called Sam.

"Hey you got to give us a minute," he answered.

"I don't have a minute! What are we doing?"

"Let me get back to you," Sam said and hung the phone up.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I screamed into the phone even though he already hung up.

A few minutes later my phone rang again.

"This better be good!" I yelled into the phone.

"Leah, where are you?" Dean asked.

"I'm in the middle of no where with a killer truck on my ass!"

"You're the one who took off!"

"Not the time De! It's like it knows I put the torch to Cyrus!"

"Leah it's important we need to know exactly where you are."

"Decatur Road about two miles off the highway."

"Headed east?"

"Yes!" I answered Dean and the truck rammed into the back of the car, "You son of a bitch!"

"Turn right up ahead!"

I did as instructed causing the tires to screech from how fast I was going.

"Did you make the turn?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, you're going to need to move this thing along a little faster!"

"There's going to be a road up ahead you need to turn left!"

"What?" I exclaimed noticing the truck also coming up on the left. Shit here goes nothing, I thought as I slammed on the brakes and made the turn.

"You need to go exactly seven tenths of a mile and stop," Dean said.

"Stop? Are you kidding me?" I asked.

"It needs to be exactly seven tenths," Dean yelled.

I did as I was told and hit the brakes while turning the wheel so I was facing the direction that I came and the truck's headlights appeared at the end of the road.

"Le, you still there?"

"Yeah."

"What's happening?"

"It's just staring at me, what do I do?"

"Just what you are doing, bringing it to you."

The truck suddenly took of towards me at full speed; I put the phone in my lap, both hands on the steering wheel and prayed he was right. Just when I thought it was going to hit me it completely vanished. I sat there looking around for a minute before realizing I was still on the phone; I could hear Dean yelling my name on the other end.

"Where did it go?" I asked trying to catch my breath.

"You're where the church was."

"What church? There's no church here," I said looking around.

"Church ground is hollowed ground whether the church is still there or not."

"Evil spirits cross over hollowed ground they are destroyed," I finished finally catching on.

"Yeah and Leah," Dean said.

"Yeah?"

"You ever put my baby in harm's way again I'll kill ya," he threatened.

SUPERNATURAL

"My mother wanted me to tell you thanks again," Kevin said as we sat on the same park bench we did a couple years ago.

"Well this is definitely a better goodbye than last time," I said.

"Yeah well maybe this time it will be a little less permanent," he suggested hopefully.

"Kevin I need to be on the road with my brothers, we need to find my father and the thing that killed our mother and I don't know how long that is going to take."

"But after you do you can come back right?" he asked.

"Kev I…"

"No, no, no this isn't goodbye for good," he said shaking his head.

I took his face in my hands and kissed him one more time, "Goodbye Kevin."

I got up and walked the all too familiar way back to the motel room where Sam and Dean were waiting for me. Kevin was the first person I had ever met that made me even consider walking away from the job I loved so much but I still couldn't do it. With tears rolling down my face I walked into the motel room to see Dean sitting on the small couch watching TV and the bathroom door closed with the shower running. I went right over to Dean, curled up on his lap like a little and cried into his shoulder.

"I know angel, I know," he said as he held me tight.

I was no longer crying but still sitting there when Sam came out of the shower.

"I liked him," Sam commented.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"You meet someone like him does it ever make you wonder if it's worth it? I mean putting everything else on hold, so we can do what we do?" Sam asked.

I got off of Dean's lap, grabbed our room keys from the table and headed for the door.

"I'm going to go check us out," I said.