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Chapter 14

"Dean…Leah wake up," Sam exclaimed as he ran around our motel room packing our things.

"What are you doing it's the middle of the night?" Dean asked shielding the light from his eyes.

"We have to go," Sam answered quickly.

"What's happening?" I asked muffled by my pillow, I had just fallen asleep about an hour ago and need more sleep.

"We have to go right now!" Sam yelled throwing the covers off of me.

"Sam it's cold," I complained curling myself in a ball to keep warm.

"GET UP!" he hollered causing me to jump out of bed.

"Ok she is up, can you stop yelling now it's the middle of the damn night," Dean stated.

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"McCreedy…Detective McCreedy badge number 158 I've got a signal 480 in progress, I need a registered owner of a two door sedan, Michigan license plate Mary Frank 0637…yeah ok just hurry," Sam said talking on his cell phone.

"Sammy, relax I'm sure it's just a nightmare," Dean tried as we sped down the highway.

I was trying my best not to rip Sam a new one for dragging me out of bed in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain because of some nightmare he had about some random guy dying in a car. At this point I would give anything for a bed and a decent pillow but no I had the backseat of the Impala and one of Sam's old sweatshirts as a pillow.

"Yeah tell me about it," Sam scoffed.

"I mean it a normal everyday, naked in class nightmare. This license plate it won't check out you'll see," Dean tried again.

"It felt different Dean…real. Like when I dreamt about our old house and Jessica," Sam retorted as he was still on hold waiting for information.

"Well yeah that makes sense you were dreaming about our house and your girlfriend, you ever see this guy before?" I questioned as I leaned my head against the window.

"No," Sam answered.

"No, exactly because why would you have premonitions or whatever it is that you have about some random guy in Michigan? And an even better question, why do we have to go check it out in the middle of the fucking night?" I complained.

"I don't know…" Sam started until the person he was talking to on the phone came back, "Yes I'm here…Jim Miller…Saginaw, Michigan…do you have a street address?...got it, thanks."

"Well?" Dean asked as Sam hung up.

"It checks out," he answered, "How far are we?"

"From Saginaw? A couple hours," Dean answered.

"Drive faster," Sam instructed and Dean hit the gas.

"Try and get some sleep Le we'll wake you when we get there," Dean said looking at me in the rear view mirror.

"Mmhhmm," I mumbled with my eyes already closed.

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"Hey we're close," Sam said nudging me awake.

I nodded but kept my eyes close until I felt the car come to a stop and Dean turn the engine off. I couldn't believe it when I opened my eyes and saw a man being taken away in a body bag. We got out of the car and made our way over to where a small group of people had gathered.

"What happened?" Dean asked one of the women.

"Suicide…can't believe it," she answered.

"Did you know him?" Sam asked standing on the other side of her.

"Saw him every Sunday at St. Augustine's he always seems…seemed so normal. I guess you never know what's going on behind closed doors."

"I guess not," I replied watching who I assumed to be the wife and son of the man who had died.

"How did uh…how are they saying it happened?" Sam asked uneasily.

"I heard they found him in the garage, locked in side the car with the engine running," she replied as Dean and I shared a look.

"Do you know about what time they found him?" Sam asked as I moved closer to him looping my arm through his.

"Just happened about an hour or two ago. His poor family, I can't even imagine what they are going through," she answered.

Sam shrugged me off and walked back to the car.

"Sam we got here as fast as we could," Dean reasoned as he leaned on the car next to Sam.

"Not quick enough," Sam sighed, "It just doesn't make any sense, why would I even have these premonitions unless there was a chance I could stop it from happening?"

"I don't know," Dean answered.

"So what do you think killed him?" Sam asked.

"Maybe the guy just killed himself, maybe there is nothing supernatural going on at all," Dean replied.

"Maybe instead of saving him you are supposed to learn something from it," I suggested standing in front of them.

"What is there to learn from people hurting themselves, that they are selfish?" Sam scoffed.

I couldn't help but think he was talking about me instead of what had just happened.

"Sam," Dean exclaimed looking at him in disbelief.

"No it's fine obviously he has something to say," I said taking a step closer to Sam.

"I just can't believe you of all people would actually suggest something like that," Sam said standing straight so he was no longer leaning against the car.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I questioned.

"Don't worry I'll keep your little secret," Sam stated.

"Someone want to fill me in?" Dean asked looking between us but neither of us answered, "Ok…Sam like I said before maybe this isn't our kind of thing."

"I'm telling you I watched it happen he was murdered by something, it trapped him in the garage," Sam said finally breaking his glare from me.

"A spirit, a poltergeist, what?" Dean asked.

"I don't know what it was, I don't know why I am having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening," Sam confessed earning a look from Dean, "What?"

"Nothing man, I'm just worried about you," Dean admitted, immediately making me worried as well. If Dean was admitting he was worried then there was definitely something not right.

"You do look like crap," I said trying to lighten the mood.

"Thanks," Sam smiled sarcastically.

"Come on we will just pick this up in the morning, check out the house, talk to the family…" Dean said as he went to get in the car.

"Dean, you saw them they are devastated they're not going to want to talk to us," Sam remarked.

"Yeah you're right but I think I know who they will talk to," Dean smirked.

"Who?" I asked.

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"This is a whole new low for us," Sam muttered as we waited for someone to answer the door.

"Good afternoon I'm Father Simmons, this is Father Freely we are new junior priests over at St. Augustine's," Dean introduced as a man answered the door.

"And her?" the man nodded towards me.

"I'm a grief counselor associated with the church whenever one of the parishioners pass away especially unexpectedly I like to accompany the priests to the house and help anyway I am able to," I answered earning an impressed look from Dean.

"You want to pitch your whole the Lord has a plan thing fine but don't pitch it to me, my brother is dead," the man stated.

"Roger please," the woman who I saw outside the house last night exclaimed.

"Excuse me," Roger said as he walked away.

"I'm sorry about my brother in-law he is just so upset about Jim's death, would you like some coffee?" Ms. Miller asked.

"That would be great," Dean smiled.

"It was wonderful for you to stop by the support of the church means so much right now," Ms. Miller said as she poured us each a cup of coffee in the living room.

"Of course, after all we are all God's children," Dean replied and I had to refrain from rolling my eyes.

"Ms. Miller did your husband have a history of depression?" Sam asked.

"Nothing like that…we had our ups and downs like everyone but we were happy," she answered before getting choked up; "I just don't understand how Jim could do something like that."

"I'm so sorry you had to find him like that," Sam said sympathetically.

"Actually it was our son Max who found him."

"Do you mind if I go talk to him?" Sam asked.

"Oh thank you father," Ms. Miller smiled as Sam made his way into the other room to talk to Max.

"Ms. Miller I hate to ask but may I use your restroom?" I asked.

"Up the stairs second door to the right," she answered.

"Thank you," I smiled.

As soon as I was upstairs I pulled out the EMF reader and started sweeping the hallway and the bedrooms, I even checked the bathroom just in case. When I got back down stairs I gave Dean a subtle head shake to tell him I didn't find anything.

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"So what do you have?" Dean asked as he cleaned the weapons in our motel room.

"A whole lot of nothing, nothing bad has happened in the Miller house since it has been built," Sam answered.

"What about the land?" I asked laying on one of the beds.

"No graveyard, battlefield, tribal lands or any other kind of atrocity on or near the property," he answered as he sat on the bed with his back to me.

"Sam I'm telling you I searched the house there were no cold spots, nothing smelling like sulfur, nada," I said and saw him pinch the bridge of his nose.

"And the family said everything was normal?" Sam asked.

"Well if there was a demon or a poltergeist there someone would have noticed something," Dean replied as he put the gun back together.

"So what you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sort of freakish coincidence?" Sam asked.

"I don't know but I do know there is nothing supernatural about that house," I answered reaching over to put my hand on Sam's back.

"Yeah well…maybe uhh…maybe it has nothing to do with the house…maybe it's just uhh…gosh…maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way," Sam said and I felt his back tense under my hand.

"Sammy what's wrong?" I asked nervously pulling myself up to a sitting position.

"Uhh…yeah my head," he winced in pain as he slid off the bed onto the floor.

"Sam?" Dean called out in concern.

"Sammy what's going on?" I asked squeezing myself behind him and wrapping my arms around him.

"Hey…Hey talk to me what's happening?" Dean asked grabbing his shoulders to try and get him to look him in the eye.

Sam started breathing heavier but still didn't answer it was like he was in some sort of a trace.

I hugged him tighter and whispered in his ear, "Come on Sammy talk to us, you are ok."

I didn't know who I was trying to convince him or myself.

"It's happening again something is going to kill Roger Miller," Sam finally said snapping out of his trance.

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"Roger Miller…no no just the address please…ok thanks," Sam said into the phone before hanging up, "450 West Grove apartment 1120."

"You ok?" I asked still very worried about whatever had happened back in the motel room.

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"If you're going to hurl I'll pull the car over cause you know the upholstery…" Dean started but I knew he was just as worried as I was.

"I'm fine just drive," Sam answered.

"Does it hurt? Are you in pain? Do you want some aspirin or something?" I asked shuffling through my bag to see what we had.

"Leah chill your going to give yourself a panic attack, Sam is fine," Dean said before glancing over to him, "Right?"

"I don't know man I'm scared," Sam admitted, "As if these nightmares weren't bad enough now I'm seeing things while I'm awake? And these visions or whatever are getting more intense and painful."

"Here," I said handing him some aspirin and a bottle of water.

"What is it about the Millers? Why am I connected to them? Why am I watching them die? What the hell is this happening to me?" Sam questioned after taking the aspirin.

"I don't know Sam but we will figure it out ok, we face the unexplainable everyday this is just another thing," Dean tried to reassure him.

"It's never been us, it's never been in the family like this," I exclaimed earning me a glare from Dean. I know we were supposed to be making Sam feel better but I was pretty freaked out myself and it wasn't even happening to me.

"Tell me the truth you can't say this doesn't freak you out," Sam asked Dean.

"This doesn't freak me out," Dean said deadpanned but we all knew he was lying.

We pulled onto the street where Roger's apartment building was located and saw him walking down the sidewalk with grocery bags in hand.

"Hey Roger hold up a second," Sam called out the window.

"What are you guys missionaries?" Roger stopped to ask before continuing to walk towards the building, "Leave me alone."

"We're trying to help," Sam answered as Dean parked the car and we quickly ran after him.

"I don't want your help," Roger said locking the front door of the building in our faces.

"We're not priests you have to listen to us," Sam yelled.

"Roger you're in danger," I yelled.

"Come on come on come on," Dean yelled motioning for us to run to the back of the building.

"You go," I said bending down to pick the lock of the door.

It took me longer than I would have wanted to pick the lock but I eventually got the door open and climbed the stairs as fast as I could to get to Roger's apartment. I wasn't sure what I was going to be up against but I knew I had to stop it not only for Roger's sake but hopefully it would help Sam in someway. I almost ran into someone in the hallway with a dark sweatshirt on but shrugged it off finally finding Roger's door. After a few good kicks the door finally opened, I drew my gun and made my way into the apartment only to find Roger dead on the ground. I froze when I heard a window opening I immediately aimed my gun and was about to shoot when I noticed it was Dean.

"Hey whoa," Dean said putting his hands up.

"Sorry, where's Sam?" I asked nervously.

"He's fine just wiping our prints off the fire escape, did you see anything?"

"No he was already like this when I got here," I replied putting my gun away in the small of my back.

"Wipe down anything you touched I'm going to do a quick sweep with the EMF," he said as he started sweeping the house.

I waited for him to finish and we met Sam back at the car.

"I'm telling you there was nothing in there, there's no signs either just like the Miller house," I said as we got closer to Sam.

"I saw something in the vision like a dark shape, something was stalking Roger," Sam argued.

"Well whatever it was we can be sure it wasn't connected to their house," I mentioned.

"No it's connected to the family itself, so what do you think vengeful spirit?" Sam asked as we got in the car.

"There has been a few to latch onto families follow them for years," Dean agreed.

"So maybe Roger and Jim got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy, and now something is out for revenge and the men in their family are dying," I suggested.

"Hey do you think Max is in danger?" Sam asked.

"Let's figure it out before he is," Dean answered.

"Well I know one thing I have in common with these people," Sam commented.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Both our families are cursed."

"Our family isn't cursed we just…" I started unsure of what to say since sometimes I thought maybe we really were cursed.

"Had our dark spots," Dean finished.

"Our dark spots are pretty dark," Sam said.

"You're dark," Dean teased as we drove away.

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"My mom is resting she is pretty wrecked," Max said as he led us into the living room the next morning.

"Of course," Dean nodded.

"All these people kept coming with casseroles I finally had to tell them all to go away, you know cause nothing says I'm sorry like a tuna casserole," Max scoffed.

"Food has been known in the past to be very comforting," I stated, "How are you holding up?"

"I'm ok."

Yeah because I would be perfectly ok if my dad just committed suicide, I thought to myself.

"Your dad and your uncle were close?" Sam asked.

"Yeah I guess I mean they were brothers, they used to hangout all the time when I was little."

"But not lately?" Sam questioned.

"No it's not that it's just we used to be neighbors when I was a kid. We lived across town in this house, Uncle Roger lived right next door so he was over all the time."

"So how was it in that house when you were a kid?" Dean asked.

"It was fine, why?"

"All good memories? Do you remember anything unusual something regarding your father and your uncle maybe?" I asked noticing him get slightly paler with every question.

"What are you…why do you ask?"

"Just a question," I said innocently.

"No there was nothing, we were totally normal…happy."

"That's good, well you must be exhausted so we will let ourselves out," I smiled.

Once we were outside and far enough from the house so he couldn't hear us anymore we started to discuss what he just told us.

"Nobody's family is totally normal and happy," Dean commented.

"Yeah and did you see when he was talking about his old house…he sounded scared," I added.

"Well your face can be scary," Dean teased.

"That's not what Dylan said," I retorted as I got into the backseat completely wiping the smile off of Dean's face.

Dylan was a hunter we ran into from time to time. I guess the way you would describe our relationship with each other would be as friends with benefits. The few times we did work together we always managed to sneak away for a couple of hours or so but it was never anything more than just sex. Of course no one knew this but it was fun to mess with Dean.

"Dylan…Dylan Porter, Caleb's nephew?" Sam asked.

"Yeah but it was a joke Sammy," I laughed.

"Well it wasn't funny," Dean grunted as he started the car.

"Let's go find the old house and see what life was really like for the Miller's," I suggested still laughing at the scowl on Dean's face.

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"Have you lived in the neighborhood very long?" Sam asked a man who was sweeping off his front steps.

"Yeah almost twenty years now it's nice and quiet, why are you looking to buy?"

"No we were just wondering if you remembered a family that lived right across the street I believe," Sam answered.

"Yeah the Miller's they had a little boy named Max," Dean added.

"Yeah I remember the brother had the place next door, so what's this about, that poor kid ok?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well in all my life I've never seen a child treated like that. I mean I used to hear Mr. Miller yelling and throwing things clear across the street, he was a mean drunk. He used to beat the tar out of Max bruises and broke his arm two times that I know of."

"And this was going on regularly?" I asked in shock.

"Practically everyday, in fact that brother of his was just as likely to take a swing at the boy but the worst part was the step mother. She would just stand there, not lift a hand to protect him, I must have called the police seven or eight times but it never did any good."

"Now you said step mother?" Dean asked confused.

"I think his real mom died some sort of accident, car accident I think," he answered and turned his gaze towards Sam, "Hey are you ok man?"

I looked over to see Sam grabbing his head just like the other night in the motel room. I put my arm around his waist and he put his arm over my shoulder for support.

"Yeah," he winced.

"Thanks for your time," Dean told the man before getting on the other side of Sam and just in time to as Sam nearly collapsed.

"Sammy," I whispered terrified.

We helped him into the front seat and anxiously waited for the vision to pass.

"Max is doing it everything I've been seeing," Sam said finally coming back to us.

"What? How?" I asked digging through my bag for more aspirin.

"I don't know it looked like telekinesis," Sam answered taking the aspirin from me.

I leaned forward to wipe some sweat off of Sam's face and then searched the backseat for another bottle of water.

"Here drink this," I said handing him another bottle.

"Freckles I'm fine," Sam sighed as I put my hand on his forehead to check for a fever.

"So what he's psychic…he's a spoon bender?" Dean asked as we drove back towards the Miller's house.

"I didn't even realize it but the whole time he was there, he was outside the garage when his dad died, he was in the apartment when his uncle died…" Sam replied.

"He must be the one I bumped into," I said trying to think back but all I could remember was the black sweatshirt.

"These visions this whole time, I wasn't connecting to the Miller's I was connecting to Max. The thing I don't get is why…I guess because we are so alike?"

"What are you talking about dude's nothing like you," I declared.

"Well we both have psychic abilities, we both…" Sam started.

"Both what?" I asked, "Sam, Max has already killed two people and he is gunning for a third!"

"Well with what he went through with the beatings, to want revenge on those people, I'm sorry but it's not that insane," Sam replied.

"Yeah but it doesn't justify murdering your entire family!" I exclaimed.

"Enough you two he is no different than anything else we have hunted alright, we have to end him," Dean said as we pulled up in front of the Miller's.

"We can't kill Max," Sam protested.

"Then what you want to hand him over to the cops and say lock him up officer he kills with the power of his mind?" I asked sarcastically.

"He is a person we can talk to him, promise me you are going to follow my lead on this one," Sam remarked.

"Alright fine but I'm not letting him hurt anybody else," Dean agreed as he took his gun out of the glove box and stuck it in his pants.

"That goes for you too Leah," Sam said turning to look at me.

"I know," I nodded knowing that I still had my gun tucked away in the small of my back.

We walked up the front porch and as Sam was about to knock when Dean kicked the door down.

"Fathers?" Ms. Miller asked as we busted in the house.

"What are you doing here?" Max asked calmly but it looked as if he had been crying.

"Max can we talk to you outside for just one second?" Sam asked.

"About what?"

"It's private I wouldn't want to bother your mother with it, we won't be long at all though I promise," Sam answered.

"Ok."

"Great," Sam smiled and we turned back to the front door.

Before I knew what was happening the front door slammed shut along with all the shades in the house.

"You're not from the church!" Max yelled.

Dean went to pull out his gun but Max took it from his grasp and telekinetically moved it into his own aiming it at the three of us.

"Max what's happening?" Ms. Miller asked.

"Shut up!" Max yelled.

"What are you doing?" she asked again before being flung into the kitchen counter and knocked unconscious.

"I said shut up!" Max cried.

"Max calm down," Sam pleaded as he and Dean instinctively stepped in front of me.

"Who are you?"

"We just want to talk to you," Sam answered.

"Yeah right that's why you brought this!" Max exclaimed waving the gun around.

"That was a mistake alright, so was lying about who we were but no more lying Max ok? Just please hear me out," Sam tried.

"About what?"

"I saw you do it, I saw you kill your dad and your uncle before it happened."

"What?"

"I'm having visions Max about you."

"You're crazy."

"So you weren't going to launch a knife at your step mom…right here?" Sam asked pointing to his eye, "Is it that hard to believe Max look at what you can do. Max I was drawn here alright I think I'm here to help you."

"No one can help me," he cried.

"Let me try, we will just talk, me and you. We can get Dean, Leah and your step mom out of here."

"No way," Dean said shaking his head at Sam.

"Nobody leaves this house!" Max screamed and the chandelier started to shake.

"And nobody has to alright they'll just…go upstairs," Sam suggested.

"Sammy I'm not leaving you," I whispered loudly.

"Yes you are. Look Max you're in charge here alright we all know that no one is going to do anything you don't want to do but I'm talking five minutes here," Sam tried again.

"Five minutes…Go!" Max demanded.

Sam kept his post in front of me while Dean went to grab Ms. Miller who was starting to come to. I gave Sam one last look before making our way upstairs to Ms. Miller's bedroom. I cleaned the cut on her head as well as I could before I started pacing the room.

"I should have shot him," I said talking to myself.

"You wouldn't have been able to," Dean said as he sat on the bed next to Ms. Miller.

"So what we just wait here while Sam chats with a spoon bender?" I asked incredulously.

"I don't like this any more than you do," Dean answered.

A few minutes later Max came into the room slamming the door behind him and throwing Dean into the wall with his mind.

"Dean!" I yelled as I ran over to help him up.

"Max!" Ms. Miller exclaimed as Max pulled the gun out of his pocket and aimed it at her.

Dean went to move in front of her and Max aimed the gun at him, "Stay back it's not about you."

"If you want to kill her you have to go through me first," Dean stated.

"Ok," Max replied cocking the gun.

I don't know what I was thinking all I knew was that a gun was pointed at Dean and I didn't know where Sam was so I pulled out my own gun and aimed it him.

"Don't you dare," I seethed cocking my gun.

"Max No!" Sam screamed as he busted through the door, "Max please! We can help you alright but what you are doing isn't the solution."

"You can't help me, you don't understand what it feels like to feel so empty and alone, it hurts it always hurts," Max cried.

"Maybe he doesn't but I do. You feel like it won't matter whether you're around or not, right? You feel like you would do anything just for one day of complete happiness, right? I know it hurts and I know if feels like there is no way out but I promise you it does get better," I said lowering my gun.

"When?"

"It's not going to be easy and it takes time but you can do it," I answered.

"You're wrong," Max replied turning the gun on himself and pulling the trigger.

"No!" I screamed. Dean came over and pulled me into a tight hug turning my head away from where Max laid dead on the floor.

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"Max attacked me, he threatened me with a gun," Ms. Miller told the officer.

"And these three?" the officer asked pointing at us.

"They're family friends I called them as soon as Max arrived I was scared they tried to stop him they fought for the gun," she cried.

"Where did Max get the gun?" the officer asked.

"I don't know he showed up with it and he…I've lost everyone," she sobbed.

"We will give you a call if we have any further questions," the officer said turning to us.

"Thanks officer," Dean nodded, "Come on let's go."

"If I just said something else, gotten through to him some how," Sam sighed as we walked down the front steps.

"Yeah I know what you mean," I added.

"Don't do that," Dean said.

"Do what?" Sam asked.

"Torture yourselves, it wouldn't have mattered what you said Max was too far gone," Dean replied.

"Sometimes hearing that you aren't alone is all you need to hear," I said smiling at Sam.

He threw his arm around me as we walked the rest of the way back to the car.

"Maybe if we had gotten there twenty years earlier things would have been different," Dean said.

"I'll tell you one thing we're lucky we had dad," Sam said stopping Dean in his tracks.

"I never thought I would hear you say that," Dean confessed.

"Well it could have gone a whole different way after mom, a little more Tequila and a little less demon hunting we could have had Max's childhood, all things considered we turned out ok thanks to him," Sam replied giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"All things considered," Dean smiled.

"Anyone else want to go get a drink?" I asked.

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"Guys I've been thinking," Sam said when we were back in the room packing up.

"Well that's never a good thing," I teased finishing my fourth beer since we had gotten back to the room.

"I'm serious I've been thinking why would this demon, or whatever it is, why would it kill mom and Jessica and Max's mother you know what does it want?" Sam asked.

"Makes me want another beer," I mumbled pulling one from the case.

"No idea," Dean answered.

"Well do you think maybe it was after us…after Max and me?" Sam asked.

"Why would you think that?" Dean questioned.

"I mean either telekinesis or premonitions we both had abilities maybe he was after us for some reason," Sam answered.

"Sam if it wanted you it would have just taken you, this is not your fault it isn't about you," Dean tried.

"Then what is it about?" Sam asked.

"It's about that damn thing that did this to our family, the thing that we are going to find, the thing that we are going to kill and that's all," Dean stated.

"I'll drink to that," I smiled raising my beer before chugging it.

"Actually there is something else to," Sam started.

"Oh great," I sighed grabbing another beer.

"When Max locked me in that closet and put that big cabinet in front of the door, I moved it," Sam finished.

"Looks like carrying her ass around all these years paid off," Dean laughed nodding in my direction as I finished yet another beer.

"No I moved it…like Max."

"Oh," Dean commented.

"Here bend this," I smiled holding up a spoon.

"I can't turn it on and off Leah," Sam exclaimed.

"Well how did you do it?" I asked.

"I don't know I can't control it, I saw you and Dean die and it just came out of me like a punch, you know like a freak adrenaline thing."

"Well I'm sure it won't happen again," Dean said as he finished packing his bag.

"Aren't you guys worried? I mean aren't you worried I could turn into Max or something?" Sam asked.

"Nope," I answered grabbing the last beer.

"And you want to know why because you have one advantage Max didn't have," Dean added.

"Dad? Because dad's not here Dean," Sam said.

"No us, and as long as I'm around nothing bad is going to happen to you."

"You know last time you said that to me I got stabbed in the arm by a knife," I commented finishing my beer.

"I know you wanted a drink but you couldn't even leave me one," Dean protested as he shook the empty case.

"Yeah what's up with you, does this have to do with what you said to Max?" Sam asked, "Because I thought we talked about this a long time ago."

"We did and I remember every word I'm just celebrating," I answered.

"Are you two ever going to fill me in on your secret?" Dean asked.

"What are you celebrating?" Sam questioned ignoring Dean.

"That I didn't end up like Max," I smiled, "But you know Sammy I was thinking I know what we have to do about your premonitions, I know where we have to go."

"Where?" they both asked simultaneously.

"Vegas," I smirked.