Author's note: I do not own anything having to do with Supernatural, only Leah belongs to me. Just a reminder SUPERNATURAL signifies a break in time. Just a shout out to the lovely Wondertogondor for the idea for this chapter and to the awesome Mayrem I left this chapter off so that the next one will be my first original chapter for this story! As always please remember to ~Read and Review~

Chapter 15

"I know you are just doing your job but the police have been here all week already I don't see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story the more he believes it's true."

"Mrs. McKay we know you have spoken with the local authorities but this seems like a matter for the state police," I said as the three of us stood in her house dressed like sheriffs.

"Don't worry about how crazy it sounds Evan just tell us what you saw," Sam said encouraging the woman's son to talk.

"I was up late watching TV when I heard this weird noise," Evan answered.

"What did it sound like?" I asked.

"It sounded like a monster."

"Tell the officers what you were watching on TV," Mrs. McKay instructed.

"Godzilla versus Mothra," Evan replied.

"That's my favorite Godzilla movie so much better than the original, huh?" Dean asked smiling like a little kid himself.

"Totally," Evan nodded.

"He likes the remake," Dean said pointing to Sam.

"Yuck," Evan said.

"Anyways…did you see what this thing was?" I asked trying to get back to topic at hand.

"No but I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins it pulled him underneath the car."

"Then what?" Sam asked.

"It took him away; I heard the monster leaving it made this really scary sound…like this whining growl."

"Thanks for your time," Sam nodded as we let ourselves out.

"Thank God I can't wait to get out of this thing," I complained as I unbuttoned the front of my shirt revealing my tank top underneath.

"I thought you like costumes," Sam teased.

"Not these kind," I winked.

"Too much information," Dean yelled putting his hands over his ears.

"No Dean too much information is when I come home and find you tied to the bed post and wearing make up," I said wrinkling my nose at the memory.

"I would have gotten out of it," Dean huffed.

SUPERNATURAL

"So the local police haven't ruled out foul play apparently there were signs of a struggle," Sam said sitting at a small table in the bar drinking a beer.

"They could be right it could just be a kidnapping, maybe this isn't our kind of gig," Dean replied taking his turn at darts.

"Yeah maybe not except dad marked the area for possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker," I added waiting for Dean to be done with his shot.

"Why would he even do that?" Dean asked stepping aside so I could throw.

"Well he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night, grabs people then vanishes," I answered successfully hitting the bulls eye all three times, "Pay up big brother, that's three in a row."

"You cheated," Dean griped but handed me over a twenty.

"How did you know that was in here, you almost quoted it word for word," Sam asked looking at dad's journal.

"I told you Sam I know that thing frontward and backwards," I shrugged.

"Ok then what else did he say about the area?" Sam challenged moving the book so that I couldn't see.

"This county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state," I answered.

"Damn freckles that's just creepy," Sam stated.

"Ok all mighty smart one, don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds, Jenkins was taken from a parking lot," Dean argued.

"Actually there are all kinds they can take anyone at anytime, too bad it won't take both of you so I could go check him out," I said eyeing a guy at the bar.

"Well lucky for you we are here," Sam remarked.

"Oh come on don't you guys want me to be happy…I mean the happier I am the less you two will hear me whine," I mentioned.

"You're right," Dean said putting an arm around me, "So we will stop and get pie on the way back to the motel."

"You suck," I said punching him in the side.

"What do you say tomorrow morning we see if we can find anything else out about what happened and if it's not our kind of thing we move on," Sam suggested.

"Sounds good," Dean nodded.

"You two ready to go?" Sam asked.

"Already?! Can't we have another round…or two?" I asked.

"We should get an early start," Sam said packing up the few things he had laid out on the table.

"You really know how to have fun don't you grandma…I'll go pay the tab," Dean sighed.

"Let me just run to the bathroom real quick," I replied as I headed to the other side of the bar where they were located.

"Meet us at the car," Sam called after me.

I impatiently waited for my turn in the bathroom for about five minutes until there was finally a stall free. I quickly went to the bathroom and ran out the bathroom door only to run into Dean.

"What the hell are you trying to knock me over or something? I thought you were going to meet me at the car?" I asked.

"What and give you the chance to go hook up with some guy while Sam and I waited outside…I don't think so," Dean smirked, "Come on Sam's waiting outside."

We walked outside towards the car when I noticed dad's journal sitting on the hood of the Impala but no Sam.

"Where did he go?" I asked Dean.

"Maybe the phantom attacker got him you know you did wish it would take us both," Dean teased.

"Come on out Sam this isn't funny!" I exclaimed.

"Sam joke is over," Dean called out with no reply.

"Sammy!" I screamed.

"Go check inside maybe we passed him somehow I'll check out here," Dean said with concern lacing every word even if he would never admit it.

I ran back in the bar and after doing a quick sweep with my eyes I didn't see him. I went over to the bartender and asked if she had seen him but she said only earlier with us. I even checked the men's room just in case but with every minute of Sam missing I was getting more and more nervous. I went back outside hoping Dean had found him only to find Dean not there.

"Dean!" I yelled but got no reply.

"Sammy! De!" I cried out while frantically running around the parking lot trying to find them.

I did notice the parking lot had surveillance cameras and after realizing they weren't going to just reappear I knew it was my job to find them. I got in the Impala and remembered Dean had the keys.

He is going to kill me for this, I thought to myself as I reached down and hotwired the car.

SUPERNATURAL

"So what can we do for you Officer Washington?" the sheriff behind the desk asked as she handed back my fake ID.

"I'm working a missing persons," I started.

"I didn't know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police," she interrupted.

"Uh no it's someone else actually my cousin, we were having a few last night at this bar out by the highway and I haven't seen him since," I answered only talking about Sam since I couldn't ask about Dean without tipping them off that he was still alive.

"Does your cousin have a drinking problem?"

"Sam…two beers and he is doing karaoke," I laughed and then got serious, "He wasn't drunk, he was taken."

"What's his name?" she asked leading me over to her desk.

"Winchester, Sam Winchester."

"Like the rifle?"

"Exactly," I answered sitting down.

"Samuel Winchester," she read off the screen, "So you know that his brother Dean died in St. Louis after he was suspected of murder."

"He's kind of the black sheep of the family," I commented.

"And you also know that his sister Leah was charged in Ohio two years back with one count of assault and one count of indecent exposure," she said with an eyebrow raised.

"Like I said black sheep of the family, her and Dean were inseparable when they were younger," I said remembering when we were little and wondering what I would do if I never got a chance to see them again.

"Well he isn't showing up in any current field reports."

"Oh I already have a lead; I saw a surveillance camera out by the highway."

"Uh huh, county traffic cam."

"Yeah I'm thinking the camera picked up whatever took him…or whoever," I added quickly.

"Well I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county works department but let's do this the right way. Why don't you fill out a missing persons report and sit tight over here," she said handing me a form on a clip board.

"Officer please he's family, I've got to say he is usually the one looking out for me, you have to let me go with you," I pleaded.

"I'm sorry I can't do that."

"Well tell me something your county has its fair share of missing persons, any of them come back?"

Instead of answering verbally she just looked down.

"I need Sam and he is coming back, I'm bringing him back."

SUPERNATURAL

I waited on a bench outside of the county works building while Kathleen, the officer who was helping me, looked up the traffic cams by the bar.

"I was just kidding when I said I wanted them to disappear, if anyone is listening please bring them back," I said softly.

I knew it wasn't going to work but I had to try. I felt so lost without them, I mean sure I have worked a job by myself before but I always could call my dad or Dean for back up but this time I was completely alone and that terrified me. I thought about calling my dad but figured if he wouldn't help when Dean was dying then why would he help now.

"Hey Stephanie," Kathleen called over to me to get my attention.

"Did you get anything?" I asked hopefully.

"I think we got something, these traffic cams take an image every three seconds as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time your cousin Sam disappeared," she said handing me print outs of the images.

"This really isn't what I'm looking for," I said flipping through the pictures.

"Just wait look at the next one, that was taken right after Sam left the bar and look at the back end of it, now look at the plates," she pointed out.

"The plates look new they are probably stolen," I said.

"So whoever is driving that rust bucket must be involved," Kathleen concluded as an old black work van drove past.

"You hear that engine?"

"Yeah."

"Kind of a whining growl isn't it?"

"Sure," she answered not sure where I was going with it.

"I'll be damned the kid was right," I whispered.

SUPERNATURAL

"Ok the next traffic cam is fifty miles from here and your pick up didn't appear that one so…" Kathleen said as we drove down the highway in her cruiser.

"So they must have pulled off somewhere but I don't see any other roads here," I said looking over the map.

"Well a lot of these back road properties have their own private roads."

"Great," I sighed.

"So Stephanie," she started.

"Yeah…"

"I ran your badge number it's routine procedure when we are working with state police for accounting purposes and what have you and they just got back to me," she said pulling off to the side of the road and stopping the car, "It says here your badge was stolen and there is a picture of you."

She turned the screen on the laptop so I could see the picture of a heavy set, African American male.

"I had a sex change and I have that Michael Jackson skin disease," I tried even though I knew I was busted.

"Ok will you step out of the car please," Kathleen said taking her seatbelt off.

"Look you want to arrest me that's fine I'll cooperate I swear but please, please, please let me find Sam first," I begged.

"I don't even know who you are or if this Sam person is missing."

"Look into my eyes and tell me if I am lying about this," I said seriously willing myself not to breakdown and cry.

"Identity theft…you're impersonating an officer."

"Because I would do anything to find him, sure we get under each others skin but I would give anything to see him right now and I'm afraid that if we don't find him soon…" I trailed off wiping away a few tears that had escaped, "He's my family he is all I have left."

"I'm sorry you've given me no choice I have to take you in…after we find Sam Winchester," she said buckling her seat belt.

SUPERNATURAL

"Ok Kathleen look I don't mean to press my luck…" I started the next morning as we headed out to look for Sam and Dean again.

"You're luck is so pressed," she cut in.

"I was just wondering why you are helping me out," I asked.

"My brother Riley disappeared three years ago, a lot like Sam, we searched for him but nothing. I know what it's like to love someone and to never be able to see them again."

I was almost sorry I asked what if I was truly alone. What do I do? Would dad let me come with him? What if he doesn't care? What if I never get to tease Sam again? What if Dean, the one person I could always count on no matter what, was dead?

"Hey are you ok?" Kathleen asked snapping me out of my train of thought.

"I'm fine," I lied as we continued down the road.

We drove in silence until I saw what looked to be a driveway.

"Hey pull off here," I pointed, "This is the first turnoff I've seen so far."

Kathleen pulled the cruiser over and we both got out to look down the driveway but it was too long and all you could see were trees.

"You stay here I'll check it out," she instructed.

"No way in hell," I said. I wasn't just going to stand by the car if there was a possibility Sam and Dean were at the other end of this driveway.

"You're a civilian and a felon I think, I'm not taking you with me."

"You're not going without me," I declared standing my ground.

"Alright you promise you won't get involved, you let me handle it."

"Yeah I promise," I lied and gave her the old Winchester smile.

"Shake on it," she said with her hand out.

I shook her hand and she slapped one end of the cuffs on me and one onto the handle of the door.

"This is fucking insane," I grumbled, "Kathleen I really think you are going to need my help!"

"I'll manage," she answered locking the cruiser and walking down the driveway.

I waited until I could no longer see her before taking a bobby pin out of my hair, biting off the little plastic part at the end and picking the lock on the cuffs. As soon as I was free I made my way quickly but quietly down the driveway mentally kicking myself that I didn't have my gun with me. That's when I heard it, the same whining growl from before; I crouched down behind some brush just in time as the van went up the driveway towards the road. I waited in the brush and watched as a man got out of the passenger side of the van and into Kathleen's cruiser. Both vehicles past me again and I made sure no one was around before getting back out on the driveway and headed towards the closest building that looked like a barn. At least with Kathleen there was strength in numbers but here I was all alone, unarmed and in the middle of freaking no where.

"Could things get any worse?" I whispered and as if on cue it started to rain, "Oh of course."

I crept through the barn door to see chains hanging from the ceiling. I carefully walked further into the barn when I noticed three large metal cages, one with Dean, one with Sam and one with Kathleen.

"Dean…Sam," I exclaimed in relief and ran over to stand between their cages, "Are you hurt?"

"No," Sam smiled.

"Damn it's good to see you," Dean added.

"You have no idea trust me," I said.

"How did you get out of the cuffs?" Kathleen asked.

"I know a trick or two," I shrugged.

"And I thought Dean was dead…" she continued.

"He is, Dean is a common name in our family," I quickly covered.

"But you only said you were looking for one cousin," she remarked.

"Listen Kathleen you can sit there and question me all you want or you can shut up and I can try and get you out of the damn cage, ok?"

I went to look at the locks on the cage but it was easy to tell it wasn't going to be a simple pick.

"These locks are going to be a bigger bitch than I am," I proclaimed.

"I doubt that," Dean mumbled.

"You know I could leave you in there," I said and then smiling at the look on Dean's face as if to say 'you wouldn't dare'.

"Well there is some kind of automatic control right there," Sam said pointing to a box posted on a beam.

"Have you seen them?" I asked.

"Yeah…they are just people," Sam answered.

"And they jumped you…both of you?" I asked in shock.

"Shut up and get us out of the damn cage," Dean hollered.

"What do they want?" I asked as I pressed every button I could in the box but nothing happened.

"I don't know they let Jenkins go but it was some sort of a trap," Sam answered.

"Did you see anything else out there?" Dean asked.

"There's about a dozen junk cars hidden out back with plates from all over so I'm guessing when they take someone they take their car too," I answered.

"Did you see a black Mustang out there about ten years old?" Kathleen asked.

"Yeah actually I did…it was your brother's wasn't it…I'm sorry," I said sadly, "This thing takes a key to turn it on, do you know where it is?"

"No idea," Sam answered.

"Can't you just like short circuit it or something?" Dean asked.

"No but that reminds me I did have to hotwire the Impala," I said waiting for the explosion.

"You…you…you what?!" Dean bellowed.

"Hey you are the one who got jumped by some hillbilly and forgot to leave me the keys," I shrugged.

"Nice job telling him while he is still in the cage," Sam laughed.

"Hey you still owe me pie," I said pointing at Dean.

"Aren't you the one that wished we would disappear in the first place," Dean challenged.

"I never meant it!" I exclaimed.

"Relax Le he is just kidding," Sam said glaring at Dean.

"Whatever I better go find this key," I said walking back towards the barn door.

"Hey be careful!" Dean called after me.

"I'll be fine I promise," I called back in a loud whisper.

I snuck into the basement of the house and started looking around with a new sense of safety. Even with Dean and Sam locked up, I knew that they were alright and that was enough for me. In the basement I found Polaroid pictures of their victims along with piles of eyeglasses and jars of organs.

"Well this is a whole new level of creepy," I muttered.

I made my way up the basement stairs and into the main part of the house. I could hear what sounded like forties music playing and someone chopping something. I grabbed a pickaxe that was leaning against the wall and tip toed down the hallway running into a mobile made of jaw bones.

"What the fuck?" I whispered.

Next to a jar full of loose teeth was an old lunch box full of keys. As I reached out to grab the keys I heard a floor board squeak behind me. I turned around and raised the pickaxe to see a young girl.

"Shh…it's ok I'm not going to hurt you," I whispered putting the axe down.

"I know," she smiled pulling out a knife, "Daddy! Daddy!"

I was quickly tackled to the floor from behind only to be pulled up by my hair and punched in the stomach. I threw a couple of punches myself before being hit over the head with something knocking me out.

SUPERNATURAL

I came too tied to a chair with three hillbilly looking men and the little girl staring at me.

"Come on let us hunt her," one of them begged.

"Yeah she's a fighter," another one smiled.

"Oh you got to be kidding me, that's what this is about you assholes hunt people?" I asked in disbelief.

"You ever killed before?" the oldest of the men asked me.

"That depends on what you mean," I answered.

"I've hunted all my life just like my father, his before him. I've hunted deer and bear I even got a cougar once but the best hunt is human. Oh there's nothing like it holding their life in your hand, seeing the fear in their eyes just before they go dark makes you feel powerful and alive," the eldest replied.

"You're sick you know that," I stated.

"We give them a weapon, give them a fighting chance. It's kind of like our tradition passed down from father to son, of course only one or two a year never enough to bring the law down we're not sloppy," he continued and I figured out he was the father and the two others must be his sons.

"Well don't sell yourself short you are plenty sloppy," I said hiding my growing fear.

"Are you a cop?" he asked getting right in my face.

"If I tell you do you promise not to make me into an ashtray?"

One of the sons hit me in the face for my comment.

"The only reason I don't let my boys take you here and now is there is something I need to know," the father said walking over to the fire place and grabbing a poker before walking back and holding it directly in front of my eye, "Tell me any other cops going to come looking for you?"

"Oh bite me…no, no, no wait you actually might."

"You think this is funny? You brought this down on my family…alright you want to play games we'll play some games, looks like we are going to have a hunt tonight after all boys and you get to pick the animal one of the boys or the cop," the father said.

"Look nobody is coming for me ok, it's just us," I answered not being able to hide my fear any longer.

"If you don't choose I will," the father said burning my shoulder with the poker from the fire.

I screamed out in pain, "You son of a bitch!"

"Next time it's your eye," the father threatened.

"Ok the guy the shorter guy," I answered quickly knowing Dean had a fighting chance.

"Go do it," the father said handing one of the sons the key that was around his neck, "Don't let him out though shoot him in the cage."

"What? I thought you said you were going to hunt him, I thought you were going to give him a chance!" I screamed.

"Nate, when you are done with the short one, shoot the tall one and the bitch too," the father called after him.

"You hurt my brothers I swear I'll kill you myself, I'll kill you all!" I yelled as I heard gun shots from the barn.

"Nate…Nate!" the father yelled with no reply, "Jared you come with me, Missy you watch her."

"Yes daddy," she smiled evilly and stood right in front of me with her knife out.

I heard more gun shots from the barn and started struggling with my ropes.

"Sit still," the girl growled.

"Eat me," I replied as I broke through my ropes and head butted her.

I went to run towards the door when I felt a searing pain in my side, I looked down to see the girl's knife sticking out of my side before I had a chance to react she pulled it out and stabbed me again in the side causing me to fall to the floor in pain. I reached my arm up and dropped one of the jars filled with teeth on her successfully knocking her out.

"Leah!" I heard Dean calling me and even in the great deal of pain that I was in a smile came across my face knowing he was ok.

"In here," I called out holding my side and trying to stay conscious from the amount of blood I had already lost.

"Oh my God what did they do to you?" Dean asked dropping to his knees at my side.

"I guess I have no luck with knives," I breathed out trying to joke.

"Let me take a look," Dean said moving my hand away and the look on his face said everything his word weren't, "It's not that bad we can patch that up in no time ok angel."

"I'm cold De," I managed to get out.

"Don't even think of going anywhere you promised me you would be fine and now is not the time to start breaking your promises," Dean said as he held pressure to my side.

"What the hell happened?" Sam exclaimed as he made his way into the house and knelt on the other side of me.

"Sammy," I smiled. I didn't care what happened to me; I did my job and made sure they were ok and that's when everything went black.