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Chapter 21

Sam sped the Impala down the highway with dad in the passenger seat.

"Hold on everything will be ok," Sam tried to reassure us.

"This can't be happening," I cried as I held Dean's head in my lap.

"He'll be…" Dad started until a semi hit the side of the Impala.

I shot up in bed gasping for air and only calming down once I realized I was safe in our motel room. That was different, usually I dreamt of Sam dying this time it was all four of us. I quickly got dressed and went next door to my dad's room where he was explaining to my brothers what he knew about the demon.

"So this is it…this is everything I know," Dad said as I walked in the room.

There wasn't a bare spot on any of the walls they were all covered with newspaper clippings, weather reports and sticky notes with my dad's writing on them.

"You're awfully pale, you alright?" Dean whispered to me and I gave him a small smile.

"Look our whole lives we have been searching for this demon right?...not a trace just nothing until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail," Dad finished.

"That's when you took off," I said.

"Yeah the demon must have come out of hiding or hibernation," Dad nodded.

"Alright so what's this trail you found?" Dean asked.

"It starts in Arizona then New Jersey…California," Dad answered, "It's going after families just like it went after us."

"Families with infants?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah the night of the kid's six month birthday," Dad said.

"I was six months old that night?" I asked feeling myself get paler if that was even possible.

"Exactly six months," Dad replied.

"So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason, the same way it came for me? So mom's death…is all because of me?" I managed to get out.

Sure I always felt responsible even if I was just a baby; it was my nursery she died in.

"All because of us," Sam corrected, "I was in that nursery that night too…maybe that's why it went after Jess…"

"Guys stop we don't know that," Dean tried.

"Oh really? Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure Dean!" I exclaimed.

"For the last time what happened to them is not your fault," Dean said frustrated.

"You're right it's not our fault but it is our problem," Sam yelled pointing between him and me.

"No, it's not your problem it's our problem as a family," Dean yelled back.

No longer able to contain the anger building inside of me I cocked my arm back and punched the wall as hard as I could, creating a small hole.

"Enough, no one is blaming anyone here!" Dad hollered before turning his attention to me, "and Leah Marie you put another hole in that wall…"

"Why's he doing it? What does it want?" I asked cutting him off.

"Look I wish I had more answers, I do. I've always been one step behind it. Look, I've never gotten there in time to save…"

"Alright so how do we find it before it hits again?" Dean asked.

"There's signs, look it took me awhile to see the pattern but it's there, in the days before these fires, signs crop up in the area. Cattle deaths, temperature fluctuations, electrical storms…and then I went back and checked…and…"

"These things happened in Lawrence," I finished for him.

"A week before your mother died and in Palo Alto…before Jessica," Dad nodded, "And these signs, they're starting again."

"Where?" Sam asked.

"Salvation, Iowa."

SUPERNATURAL

"You know I thought you had your anger under control," Dad brought up as I rode with him in the truck on the way to Iowa while Dean and Sam followed in the Impala.

"I'm sorry," I said staring out the window watching the world past me by.

"All that anger you carry around with you is going to eat you alive one day little girl."

"Dad about the night you left," I started unsure if I really wanted to know or not, "Why did you just leave me all alone?"

"Did something happen?" he asked concerned.

"No I finished the job like you would have wanted me to…it's just…I mean…"

"It was always about keeping you safe and I couldn't have you come with me and risk something going wrong."

"I missed you," I admitted.

"I missed you too little girl, everyday, but from what your brothers have been telling me you have been doing a good job without me."

Before I had a chance to respond dad's cell phone rang he answered it, said very few words and then hung up angrily tossing the phone back on the seat.

"What happened?"

"Pastor Jim was killed," he replied pulling off to the side of the road.

As if someone flipped a switch the tears started pouring down my cheeks. Pastor Jim was someone we used to stay with when we were younger, he was like the uncle we never had. He was the one who taught me about exorcisms, angels and God even if I never truly believe. Dad got out of the truck and I followed.

"Son of a bitch," Dad exclaimed hitting the side of the truck.

"What is it?" Dean asked and then noticed my tears, "What happened?"

"I just got a call from Caleb," Dad answered as I wondered over to Dean like a lost puppy looking for comfort.

"Is he ok?" Sam asked, "Is Dylan?"

"He's fine, they both are…Jim Murphy's dead," Dad replied.

"Pastor Jim?" Dean asked in disbelief and I nodded my head against his chest while I cried.

"How?" Sam asked walking around to the other side of the car.

Dad paused for a moment watching me with sad eyes, "His throat was slashed, he bled out."

"Shh," Dean tried to comfort me while running his fingers through my hair.

"Caleb said he and Dylan found traces of sulfur at Jim's place."

"The demon?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, could just be he got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the demon knows we're getting close."

"He wouldn't be careless," I cried.

"What do you want to do?" Dean asked with his arm still around me.

"Now we act like every second counts. There's two hospitals and a health center in the county. We split up you each take a hospital and I'll go to the center, Sam I need you to keep your sister with you at all times. I want records; I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week."

"Dad that could be dozens of kids, how the hell are we going to know what one is the right one?" Sam asked.

"We check them all that's how, you got any better ideas?"

"No sir," Sam answered dejectedly.

We all went to get in our cars, Dean opened the backdoor of the Impala for me when I saw dad stop and lean against the truck.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah…it's Jim. You know, I can't…" he replied starting to get choked up but he pushed it back down going into what we used to call his military tone, "This ends, now. I'm ending it; I don't care what it takes."

SUPERNATURAL

"Here you go officer," a nurse said handing Sam and I a stack of patient files.

"Thank you," he smiled.

I started looking through the files and writing down any names and addresses I could find.

"You doing ok?" Sam asked as he skimmed another file.

"Yup," I lied.

"It's ok to be upset you know," he continued.

"Yup," I repeated.

After about twenty more minutes we had all the information we needed. As we were walking outside Sam was looking through the list of names we had acquired when he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Great all alone with Sam while he is having one of his premonition things, I thought to myself as he started breathing heavier.

"Sam you alright?" I asked nervously.

"Train," he breathed as he took out a map of the area.

"What train?" I questioned looking around; we were no where near any trains.

"Come on this way," he said as he took off in the other direction.

"Sam!" I called after him but he only slowed his pace so I could catch up.

I followed him around for about ten minutes until I walked right into him when he stopped suddenly and stared at a house.

"You want to tell me what's going on?" I asked.

"That's her," Sam muttered crossing the street to talk to a woman pushing a stroller.

"That's who?" I said sighing before following him.

"Here let me help you, it looks like you don't need that anymore," Sam said taking the umbrella from the woman and closing it before handing it back, "She's gorgeous, is she yours?"

"Yeah," the woman smiled.

"Oh wow, hi!" Sam smiled at the baby.

If we weren't working probably the biggest job of our lives I definitely would have teased him for being so cutesy with the baby.

"I'm sorry he is being rude," I spoke up, "I'm Leah and this is Sam we just moved in up the block."

"Oh hi, I'm Monica and this is Rosie," she introduced.

"Hi Rosie," I smiled at her, ok maybe Sam was onto something, it's hard to keep a straight face when you have something so adorable staring back at you.

"So, welcome to the neighborhood!"

"Thank you," I said mesmerized by Rosie's beautiful blue eyes, "She is such a good baby."

"I know! I mean she never cries she just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you and I swear it's…it's like she's reading your mind."

"What about you Monica have you lived here long?" Sam asked as I started playing peek-a-boo with Rosie.

"My husband and I, we bought our place just before Rosie was born," she answered pointing to the house we were standing in front of.

"Can I hold her?" I asked excitedly.

"Sure," she smiled.

I lifted Rosie into my arms and we danced around in circles as I hummed 'The Bare Necessities' from the Jungle Book.

"Well I know who I'll be calling to baby-sit," Monica laughed watching us.

"How old is Rosie?" Sam asked.

"She's six months today. She's big right? Growing like a weed."

"Hey Le, I think it's time to go," Sam said.

"Bye precious," I smiled at Rosie placing her back in her stroller.

"Look Rosie there's daddy!" Monica sang as a car pulled into the drive way.

"Take care of yourselves," Sam said as we crossed the street to start walking back.

"She was so cute!" I exclaimed as I linked arms with Sam.

"Yeah you looked like a natural," Sam mentioned before he started pinching the bridge of his nose again.

"Sam?"

"Oh God," he groaned in pain and almost doubled over.

"It's ok," I reassured him as we sat down on the curb.

I quickly pulled out my cell phone and called Dean.

SUPERNATURAL

Sam was still rubbing his head in pain as he sat at the table in the motel room, Dean and Dad sat at the end of each bed while I ran around trying to find some aspirin.

"A vision…" Dad said flatly.

"Here take this," I said handing Sam a few pills and a glass of water while trying to keep my hands from shaking.

The rollercoaster of emotions I was on was not a fun ride to say the least.

"Yes, I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling," Sam answered as I maneuvered myself behind him and started massaging his temples in hopes of relieving some pain.

"And you think this is going to happen to this woman you met because…" Dad said still not understanding what was going on.

"Because these things happen exactly the way I see them," Sam replied.

"It started out as nightmares then it started happening when he was awake," Dean explained.

And that's when it hit me…my nightmares. But no I couldn't have the same thing as Sam, could I? That's when I realized unlike Sam I needed to change something in the order of events to change the outcome. In my dream with the vampires Sam got his neck snapped but in my dream dad wasn't there.

"Yeah," Sam winced and pinched the bridge of his nose, "It's like the closer I get to anything to do with the demon the stronger the visions get."

"Alright when were you going to tell me about this?"

"We didn't know what it meant," Dean answered.

"Alright something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me."

"Call you?" I asked walking towards my dad, "Are you kidding me? Dad, Dean called you from Lawrence alright? He called you when I was in the hospital, hell I called you several times when Dean was dying. I mean getting you on the phone? I've got a better chance of winning the lottery!"

"You're right, although I have to say I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry."

"Look guys, visions or no visions, fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight and this family's going to go through the same hell we went through," Sam stated.

"No they're not. No one is ever again," Dad promised as my cell phone started ringing.

Leave me to die here, help me survive here, alone, don't remember, remember. Put me to sleep evil angel. Open your wings evil angel.

"Hello?"

"Leah?"

"Who is this?"

"Think real hard it'll come to you."

"Meg," I realized and everyone in the room tensed up, "Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window."

"Yeah, no thanks to you. That really hurt my feelings by the way."

"Just your feelings? That was a seven story drop."

"Let me speak to your dad."

"My dad…I don't know where my dad is."

"It's time for the grown ups to talk Leah, let me speak to him now."

Dad walked over to me with his hand out and I reluctantly handed him the phone.

"This is John…I'm here…Caleb?...You listen to me, he's got nothing to do with anything, you let him go!"

"Oh God," I whispered covering my mouth with my hand in shock.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dad said into the phone before shouting, "Caleb? Caleb!...I'm going to kill you, you know that?"

Dad had his back turned to us when he suddenly turned and looked at us he hesitated for a minute before agreeing to whatever Meg had said on the phone.

"I said ok, I'll bring you the Colt…it's going to take me about a days drive to get there…That's impossible I can't get there in time and I can't just carry a gun on a plane," he said into the phone Meg said something else we couldn't hear before hanging up.

"Caleb?" Sam asked and dad shook his head in the negative.

Someone flipped the switch and again tears poured out of my eyes, this time Sam pulled me into a hug to try and comfort me.

"What about Dylan?" I asked brokenly.

"She didn't say," Dad replied.

SUPERNATURAL

"So you think Meg is a demon?" Sam asked.

"Either that, or she is possessed by one. It doesn't really matter," Dad answered.

"What do we do?" Dean asked.

"I'm going to Lincoln."

"What? Please tell me I am hearing things," I begged.

"It doesn't look like we have a choice. If I don't go, a lot of people die, our friends die."

"Dad, the demon is coming tonight for Monica and her family. That gun is all we got, you can't just hand it over," Sam proclaimed.

"Who said anything about handing it over? Look besides us and a couple of vampires no ones really seen the gun, no one knows what it looks like."

"So what you're just going to pick up a ringer at a pawn shop?" Dean questioned.

"Antique store," Dad corrected.

"You're going to hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?" Dean asked.

"As long as it's close she shouldn't be able to tell the difference."

"Yeah but for how long? What happens when she figures it out?" I almost yelled at him.

"I just…I just need to buy a few hours, that's all."

"You mean for us," Sam stated, "You want us to stay here and kill this demon by ourselves?"

"No Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home, I want Leah to have her own family. I want…I want Mary alive. It's just…I want this to be over."

SUPERNATURAL

"Did you get it?" Dad asked as Dean and I got out of the Impala.

"You know this is a trap don't you? That's why Meg wants you to come alone," Dean said handing over the replica gun we had just bought.

"I can handle her, I've got a whole arsenal loaded; holy water, Mandaic amulets…"

"Let me go with you," I tried again for the millionth time, "Sam and Dean can take the Colt and go after the demon and I can watch your back."

"Little girl we've been over this," Dad sighed.

"Then promise me something," I said.

"What's that?" Dad asked.

"This thing goes south just get the hell out, you're no good to us dead," I replied refusing to cry.

"I promise and the same goes for you three."

I know it probably wouldn't seem much to anyone else but just hearing my dad say the words 'I promise' made me feel better. There were three people in the whole world that could say those two little words and mean them and those three people were standing in front of me.

"Alright listen to me; they made the bullets special for this Colt. There's only four of them left, without them this gun is useless. You make every shout count."

"Yes sir," Sam nodded.

"I've been waiting a long time for this fight, now it's here and I'm not going to be in it. It's up to you three now, it's your fight you finish what I started, understand?" Dad said handing the Colt to Dean.

"We'll see you soon dad," Sam said.

"Please be careful," I whispered in his ear as I hugged him goodbye.

SUPERNATURAL

"Maybe we could tell them there's a gas leak, might get them out of the house for a few hours," Sam suggested as we sat in front of Monica's house in the Impala.

"Yeah and how many times has that actually worked for us?" Dean asked.

"We could always tell them the truth," I spoke up from the backseat.

Both brothers turned, looked me in the eye and said, "No," at the same time.

"You know it's creepy when you do that," I commented.

"You know what we have to do," Dean stated, "We have to wait for the demon to show itself and then we get it before it gets them."

"I wonder how dad is doing," Sam thought out loud.

"I'd feel a lot better if we were there backing him up," Dean replied.

"I'd feel a lot better if he was here backing us up," I admitted as my leg anxiously jumped up and down.

"Hey nothing's going to happen to you," Dean said turning around and putting a hand on my knee to stop it from moving, "I promise."

I wanted to believe him, I knew that Dean didn't make promises he couldn't keep but tonight felt different, tonight I wasn't so sure.

"Come sit up here with us," Dean said and I climbed over the seat careful not to kick Sam in the head before sitting between them.

"This is weird," Sam stated.

"What?" Dean asked.

"After all these years we're finally here, it doesn't seem real," Sam replied.

"We just got to keep our heads and do our job like always," Dean said.

"Yeah but this isn't like always," I sighed.

"True," Dean nodded.

"Dean…Leah…I want to thank you," Sam started.

"For what?" I questioned as I nervously bit at the skin around my nails.

"For everything. You two have always had my back you know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone I could always count on you two. And…I don't know I wanted to let you know just in case."

"Yeah well I couldn't ask for two better brothers, my guard dogs, my protectors and my security," I added leaning into Sam's side as he put his arm around me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa are you kidding me?!" Dean exclaimed making me jump slightly.

"What?" Sam asked giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't say just in case something happens to you, I don't want to hear that freaking speech! Nobody is dying tonight, not us, not that family, nobody except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't getting any older than tonight, you understand me?"

SUPERNATURAL

"This is John Winchester, I can't be reached. If this is an emergency call my son Dean 555-8976 or my daughter Leah 555-1160, they can help."

I slammed my phone shut in frustration, "Dad's not answering."

"Maybe Meg was late…maybe cell reception's bad," Sam tried.

"Wait listen," I said trying to change the radio station but every channel was static. The wind started to pick up and the lights inside the house started to flicker.

"It's coming," Sam stated before we jumped out of the car and ran towards the house.

Dean used a credit card to slide the lock on the front door open and we quietly entered the house. Monica's husband appeared and swung a bat at Dean but missed and smashed a nearby lamp.

"Get out of my house!" he screamed.

Dean grabbed the bat before he could swing again and pinned him against the wall.

"Mr. Holden please," Sam tried.

"Be quiet and listen to me, be quiet and listen. We are trying to help you," Dean whispered loudly.

"Charlie? Is everything ok down there?" Monica called from upstairs.

"Monica get the baby!" Charlie yelled.

"No don't go in the nursery!" I yelled running up the stairs with Sam following closely behind.

When Sam and I made it into the nursery we saw a man standing over Rosie's crib and Monica slid up the wall. Sam raised the Colt and aimed it at the demon as I stood frozen in fear staring at the all too familiar yellow eyes. Sam shot the demon and he disappeared into smoke causing Monica to fall to the floor.

"Where the hell did it go?" Sam yelled.

"My baby!" Monica screamed getting to her feet and trying to run to the crib but Sam held her back.

"Take her and go," Dean instructed running in the room and scooping Rosie up before the crib went up in flames.

Both brothers ran out of the house, Sam with Monica and Dean with Rosie assuming I was following them but I was frozen in time watching the crib burn. The room filled with thick black smoke and the flames danced around me but I couldn't get my feet to move. The next thing I knew I was being thrown over Dean's shoulder and carried out of the house. He sat me down on the grass and quickly looked me over for any burns.

"It's still in there," Sam yelled staring up at the window of the nursery and trying to run back inside.

"Sam. Sam, no!" Dean yelled grabbing him by the jacket.

"Dean let me go, it's still in there," Sam yelled trying to get out of Dean's grasp.

"No it's burning to the ground it's suicide!" Dean yelled.

"I don't care," Sam yelled.

"We do!" I cried from my spot on the grass.

SUPERNATURAL

Back in the motel room I sat on the floor cross legged resting my elbows on my knees trying to keep myself from falling apart while Dean tried to call dad again.

"Ah dad, answer your phone…damn it something's wrong," Dean said slamming his phone shut in frustration but when he got no response from either of us he continued, "Do you hear me something's happened."

"If you had just let me go in there…I could've ended all this," Sam sighed sitting on the end of one of the beds.

"Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life," Dean stated.

"You don't know that," Sam said defiantly.

"So what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself is that it?" Dean asked walking over to Sam.

"Yeah, yeah you're damn right I am," Sam said standing up from the bed.

"Yeah well that's not going to happen not as long as I'm around," Dean disputed.

That was it I couldn't do it anymore, this was too much for me to handle. Dad wasn't answering his phone, I came face to face with my worst fear and Sam was willing to sacrifice himself. I started gasping for air finally succumbing to a panic attack.

"Leah!" Sam exclaimed.

"Deep breaths remember," Dean instructed as he sat behind me and wrapped his arms around me, "That's it nice and slow."

"Sammy it's not worth dying over," I finally managed to get out.

"What?" Sam asked kneeling in front of me and I could almost feel Dean glaring at him warning him to watch his words, "We have been searching for this demon our whole lives, it's the only we have ever cared about!"

"If hunting this demon means getting yourself killed then I hope we never find the fucking thing," I screamed working myself up again.

"Alright relax…breathe," Dean said tightening his hold on me.

"That thing killed Jess," Sam continued, "That thing killed mom!"

"Don't you think I know that?!" I screamed, "You said yourself once that no matter what we do they're gone and they are never coming back!"

"Don't you say that, not you, not after all of this don't you say that," Sam snarled as he grabbed me by the front of my shirt.

"Sam, enough!" Dean yelled as he hit Sam's hand away and gently rocked me.

"Sammy, please the four of us…that's all we have…and it's all I have," I admitted softly, "Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together…and without you two or dad…"

"He should have called by now, try him again," Sam stated.

"Let me," I said as Dean pulled out his phone to call again.

I took his phone and got a slight glimmer of hope when someone answered the phone only to be let down again once I heard the voice on the other line.

"You three really screwed up this time," Meg said on the other line.

"Where is he?"

"You're never going to see you're father again."