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Quick apology for all my errors in the last chapter, going to try something new for season 2 and name the chapters, hope you enjoy =)

Chapter 23- Here Comes Goodbye

I see the bad moon arising. I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightin'. I see bad times today. Don't go around tonight, well, it's bound to take your life. There's a bad moon on the rise.

"You're going to have to let him go," I heard my mom's voice as the music played on.

I hear hurricanes a blowing. I know the end is coming soon. I fear rivers over flowing. I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

"You will be ok with out him," she reassured me but I couldn't see her.

Don't go around tonight, well, it's bound to take your life. There's a bad moon on the rise.

"It's meant to be," she whispered as the music drifted away.

"Mom?" I called out with no reply before I started free falling into the darkness.

"This one's coming to," a man said shinning a flashlight in my eyes.

"Tell me if they are ok! Are they even alive?" I heard Sam shouting.

"Sammy?" I called out before blacking back out.

Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep.

I groaned in frustration, I knew we were in a hospital before I even opened my eyes.

"Leah?"

"What?" I replied hoarsely not opening my eyes, I knew it was Sam just by the sound of his voice.

"Thank God you're awake," I heard him sigh, "How you feeling, freckles?"

"Like I got hit by a fucking truck," I scoffed and opened my eyes, "Dude you look like you went three rounds with a sumo wrestler."

He wasn't too bad; a couple cuts on his face and neck and his right eye was almost completely swollen shut but he was still my Sammy.

"Says the girl in the hospital bed," Sam teased back.

Then I realized it was only Sam in the room with me, "Where's dad and Dean?"

"You're father is awake," a doctor announced coming in the room, "Well it looks like someone else has woken up too!"

He took my vitals, listened to my lungs and checked my bandages. I had a few stitches over my left eye from hitting the window when we crashed and my mid section was tightly wrapped.

"How's she doing?" Sam asked as the doctor made a few notes in my chart.

"Temperature is a little higher than I would like it so we will have to keep an eye out so infection doesn't set in and unfortunately when it comes to her ribs there is nothing we can do but give her medication for the pain and keep it wrapped."

"And when do I get that medication?" I asked, the more awake I got the more the pain set in.

"A nurse will be right in," the doctor replied before turning to leave.

"Wait," I called out, "How's our brother?"

"Well, he was on the side of impact so he has sustained some serious injuries," the doctor started.

"How serious?" Sam asked taking my hand in his and I had a flashback to when he got electrocuted.

"He has lost a great deal of blood, he has contusions to his liver and kidney but it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There are early signs of cerebral edema."

"Well, what can we do?" Sam asked.

"Well we won't know his full condition until he wakes up…if he wakes up."

"If?" I questioned.

"I have to be honest most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard but you need to have realistic expectations."

"The only realistic expectation we need to have is him waking up," I exclaimed as the nurse came in and handed me some pills.

I took them quickly as the doctor backed out of the room. Once the nurse had left I started pulling the IV's out of my arms and the monitors off my chest.

"What are you doing?" Sam yelled trying to stop me.

"I'm going to see dad, he needs to fix this," I answered getting out of bed but as soon as my feet hit the floor I swayed a little.

"What you need to do is relax," Sam said sitting me back down on the bed.

"Sam if you don't want your other eye swollen shut you will let me go to dad's room," I threatened.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Stay here I'll be right back."

He came back in the room a minute later with a wheelchair.

"Seriously?" I asked him disbelief.

"You ride or you don't go," he stated and pointed to the seat of the wheelchair.

"Fine," I grumbled and got off the bed and into the chair with the help of Sam.

SUPERNATURAL

"Here give them my insurance," dad said handing a card to Sam.

"Elroy McGillicutty?" Sam read off the card.

"And his three loving children," dad nodded.

"I Love Lucy, really dad? At least Dean chooses rock star names," I shook my head.

"So let me guess you had to force her into the wheelchair," dad asked Sam.

"Yup," Sam replied and I rolled my eyes.

"So what else did the doctor say about Dean?" dad asked getting serious again.

"Nothing," Sam answered.

"The doctors won't do anything, then we have to, that's all. I don't know, we will find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him or something," I added.

"We'll look for someone," dad started.

"Good," I nodded.

"But little girl, I don't know if we're going to find anyone," dad finished.

"Why not?" Sam spoke up, "I found that faith healer before."

"Right and that was one in a million," dad answered.

"So what we just sit here with our thumbs up our asses?" Sam yelled.

"No, I said we would look, I'll check under every stone," dad stated pausing for a moment and then asking, "Where's the Colt?"

"Your son is dying and you're worried about the Colt?" I exclaimed.

"We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us too, that gun may be our only card," dad said.

"It's in the trunk, they dragged the car to a yard off of I-83," Sam answered because I had no idea.

"Alright, you've got to clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside," dad started.

"I already called Bobby," Sam interrupted, "He's like an hour out he's going to tow the Impala back to his place."

"Alright, you go meet up with Bobby. You get that Colt and you bring it back to me," dad finished.

"Watch out for hospital security," I added.

"I think I got it covered," Sam replied.

"Here," dad said handing him a piece of paper, "I made a list of things I need have Bobby pick them up for me."

"Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?" Sam asked.

"Protection," dad answered.

I was pretty sure it was used for summoning a demon not protection but figured the pain medication was messing with my memory.

"Hey dad," Sam said before leaving the room, "The demon said he had plans for me and children like me. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?"

"No I don't," dad shook his head and Sam left the room.

SUPERNATURAL

After Sam had left I wheeled myself down the hallway in hopes of finding where they were keeping Dean. Luckily, it was only a few rooms down from my dad's. I don't know what I thought I would see but I was not expecting to see him look so lifeless. He skin was almost an eerie shade of gray and he was hooked up to a ventilator to help him breathe. I rolled myself over to the bed and carefully took his hand in mine.

"You know if you were awake right now you would probably be telling me to stop being dramatic," I laughed a little through the tears.

Flashback

"Hey pita, what are you doing?" a twelve year old Dean asked as he made his way over to the swings where Sam and I were.

"Why does he always call me pita?" I asked Sam who was pushing me on the swing.

"So he won't get in trouble for swearing," Sam answered.

"Huh?" I asked confused.

"It stands for pain in the ass which you are," Sam laughed.

"Dean! Sammy said a bad word!" I said stopping my swing as Dean leaned against the pole.

"It doesn't count! I was explaining something!" Sam argued.

"He called me an ass!" I exclaimed getting off the swing and crossing my arms in anger, even at eight I had a temper.

"Leah Marie!" Dean yelled, "You don't say things like that!"

"Sammy said it first!"

"I was explaining why you call her pita!" Sam argued and I started walking away.

"Where are you going?" Dean called after me.

"Away from you!" I shouted and started running.

Of course it didn't take long for Dean to catch up with me and by the time he did I already had tears streaming down my face.

"What the hell has gotten into you, you know better than to run off like that!"

"What do you care?" I asked plopping myself down in the sandbox, "You just think I'm a pain in the ass."

"Leah Marie I don't want to hear you talking like that," Dean sighed and sat down on the edge of the sandbox, "You know a little sister is supposed to be a pain so you are doing your job."

"So you're not going to leave me?" I questioned finally meeting his eyes.

"Why would I do that?" he asked confused.

"Everybody else does," I sniffled, "I don't have a mommy, daddy is always gone and Sammy tried to trade me to some old lady for her dog."

"I'll never leave you," Dean said pulling me into a hug and running his fingers through my hair.

"Promise?" I asked into shoulder.

"Promise."

SUPERNATURAL- PRESENT

Sam came into Dean's room to get me.

"Come on there's something you need to hear," he said as he rolled me out of Dean's room and down the hallway.

"Sammy what's going on?" I asked but go no response that is until we got into my dad's room.

"Do you think I wouldn't find out?" Sam yelled as he wheeled me in.

"What are you talking about?" dad asked and looked over to me for any clue but I just shrugged.

"That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one! You're planning on bring the demon here aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?!" Sam yelled.

"I have a plan Sam," dad sighed.

"So it's true?!" I exclaimed but was ignored.

"That's exactly my point, Dean is dying and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!" Sam yelled louder than I have ever heard before.

"Don't tell me how I feel I am doing this for Dean!" dad yelled back.

"How? How is revenge going to help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!" Sam continued.

"You know it's funny I thought it was your obsession too!" dad shouted, "This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend! You begged me to be a part of this hunt. Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened!"

"Dad!" I shouted in shock.

"I would have killed you too!" Sam yelled.

"Yeah and your brother would be awake right now!"

"Stop it, stop it, stop it!" I screamed as I stood up from the wheelchair, "don't you dare put that on Sam dad! It's your fault!"

Sam looked at me in disbelief and then to dad to see what he would say.

"Excuse me young lady?" dad bellowed.

"You should have let it kill me!"

"I couldn't watch you die again Mary!" dad shouted and I froze, "I should have never agreed to bring you three along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake."

"Go to hell," I sneered and the glass of water on the bedside table went flying through the air before crashing to the floor.

We stood in silence trying to figure out what had just happened when nurses started running down the hallway.

"Something's going on out there," dad commented.

Sam and I left the room and quickly ran to Dean's.

"All clear," a doctor yelled before shocking Dean with the paddles.

"No," Sam breathed out.

"Still no pulse," the nurse called out.

"Ok let's go again, 360," the doctor said.

"Charging," the nurse said.

"Come on De…come on don't do this," I muttered grabbing onto Sam's hand.

"No change, starting CPR, 5…4…3…2…1."

"We have a pulse, we're back into sinus rhythm," the nurse informed.

"Thank God," I sighed as Sam threw his arm around me.

"Don't worry we'll find a way to save him," Sam said but I wasn't sure if he was trying to convince me or him, "I've got to go pick something up I'll be back."

"Now?" I asked. I was beyond pissed at my dad, Dean had almost died literally two seconds ago and Sam wanted to go shopping.

"I'll be gone less than a half hour," he replied.

"Wait, grab me some clothes please," I begged.

"Why so you can check yourself out, I don't think so."

"Sam this thing is drafty and if I need to run between rooms I don't think you want the doctors seeing my ass," I said motioning to the hospital gown.

"Fine, I'll see what I can find," he grumbled as he walked away. I knew that would work.

I walked into Dean's room after the doctor and all the nurses had left.

"Don't forget your promise, you need to hold on I know how I can fix this," I whispered into his ear before kissing him on the forehead.

I wrapped myself in the gown as tight as I could so no one could see anything and I tracked down the nurse I needed to sign myself out. She argued with me for awhile on how she didn't agree and the doctor wouldn't either but since I was over eighteen I didn't have to listen. I signed all the papers stating I was leaving against the doctor's wishes and waited impatiently for Sam to get back.

SUPERNATURAL

"Here this is all I could find," Sam said handing me a brown paper bag.

"I'm sure it's fine," I said taking it from him and heading for the nearest bathroom to change.

He had gotten me sweatpants, an 'I love Missouri' t-shirt and a pair of flip flops. What Sam didn't notice was me slipping his wallet out of his back pocket. After I changed I peeked my head out of the bathroom and saw Sam sitting on the floor in Dean's room with his back to me. If I didn't want to be caught I would have gone closer to see what he was doing but instead I tip toed past the room and right out the front entrance. I shivered as the cold air hit me and I mentally kicked myself for not grabbing someone's jacket on the way out. I went to the nearest payphone and called Bobby.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Bobby it's Leah, I need to know exactly what stuff you got for my dad."

"Why can't you just ask him?"

"Please Bobby," I begged.

He reluctantly told me exactly what was on the list and I wrote it down on a page I ripped out of the phone book. I hung up the phone, hailed a cab and went to the health food store where I was able to get most of the things I needed with a few substitutions. I took everything I had into a small back alley where I knew no one would come looking for me and I prepared everything to summon yellow eyes. I took out my knife and sliced my palm open dripping blood over the ingredients as I chanted in Latin.

"Well, well, well I didn't think we would meet again so soon," a man said appearing behind me.

I quickly turned around and tried to hide my fear, "I want to make a deal."

"Oh really?" he asked amused.

"Can you bring Dean back?" I questioned.

"That is already taken care of," he smiled.

"What are you talking about?" I asked confused.

"You're too late."

SUPERNATURAL

I ran as fast as I could all the way back to the hospital. I was gasping for air and limping when I saw my dad in the hallway dressed in normal clothes. I looked at him with disgust before entering Dean's room preparing for the worst only to see him sitting up in bed with no monitors hooked up to him. I sighed in relief as I ran over tackling him in a hug.

"It's good to see you too," he joked hugging me back, it hurt like hell but it was worth it.

"How you feeling?" I asked sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Fine, I guess," he shrugged, "I'm alive."

"That's what matters," dad nodded.

"Where the hell were you two last night?" Sam started.

Dad and I shared a look of confusion.

"I had some things to take of," dad replied.

"Me too," I answered.

"Well, that's specific," Sam scoffed.

"Come on Sam," Dean sighed.

"Did you go after the demon?" Sam asked.

"No," dad and I answered in unison.

Great that doesn't sound like a cover up, I thought to myself. That's when I noticed dad's matching cut on the palm of his hand. He summoned the demon before me, that's why I was too late.

"You know, why don't I believe you right now?" Sam questioned my dad and thankfully kept his glare away from me.

"Can we not fight?" dad asked sounding defeated, "You know, half the time we're fighting I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I…I've made some mistakes but I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, ok?"

"Dad, are you alright?" Sam asked.

"Yeah…yeah I'm just a little tired. Hey, son would you…uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine? I'm sure your sister would like a cup too."

"Yeah sure," Sam nodded and left the room.

"What is it?" Dean asked noticing how dismal dad looked.

"You know when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt and after what I'd seen, I'd be…I'd be wrecked and you," dad said to Dean, "you'd come up to me and you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and say 'it's ok, dad'…Dean, I'm sorry."

"For what?" Dean questioned.

"You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put too much on your shoulders; I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of my little girl," he said getting choked up, "you took care of me and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you."

"This really you talking?" Dean asked.

"Yeah it's really me."

"Daddy, why are you saying all this?" I asked my anger towards him turning to worry.

"I want you to watch out for Sammy and my little girl, ok?" dad asked Dean not answering my question.

"Yeah dad you know I will," Dean said confused.

"Daddy, you're scaring me," I admitted.

Dad leaned over and whispered something in Dean's ear before turning to me.

He took the hand I cut open to summon yellow eyes in his own hand before leaning over and whispering in my ear, "I'm happy I got to him first, you will always be my little girl. Don't be scared, I'm not."

Dean and I sat there in shock each thinking about what dad had told us. I had no idea what dad said to Dean but it must have been something big for Dean to look scared.

"Help! I need help in here!" Sam yelled.

Dean and I took off running down the hallway and stood in the doorway of my dad's room as a group of nurses and doctors lifted him onto the bed and started compressions. One of the nurses tried to move us out of the door way.

"No, no, no, it's our dad!" Dean exclaimed.

"Ok, let's try again an amp of atropine," the doctor instructed.

"Come on, come on, come on," I pleaded as the tears started rolling down my cheeks even though something told me he wouldn't be coming back from this.

"Still no pulse," the nurse said.

"Ok, that's it everybody," the doctor announced.

"What? No!" I screamed, "You have to do something!"

"Time of death: 10:41 A.M."

The nurses started turning machines off and filling out of the room.

"You have to do something!" I screamed grabbing onto the doctor's jacket, "Anything! That's my dad!"

"Le, let go," Sam said softly prying my hands off of the doctor and attempting to pull me into a hug.

I shoved him off and threw myself on the bed next to my dad clinging on to his lifeless body.

"I'm so sorry," I cried, "I love you, I'm so sorry."

I don't know how long I stayed up there but I never wanted to leave, having him out of my sight made it real for me but this couldn't be real, this had to be a nightmare.

"Miss I'm sorry but the body needs to be cleaned up," the doctor came back in the room at some point and informed me.

"It's not a body, it's my dad!" I screamed holding on tighter to my dad's body as it got colder.

"Miss, I really…" the doctor started but Dean cut him off.

"I've got her," he said as scooped me up into his arms.

"No, please no!" I cried trying to get out of his grasp and back to my dad.

"Shh angel it's ok," he hushed me as he walked with me in his arms out into the hall before sitting down in a chair with me on his lap.

I cried hysterically into his shoulder and he rocked me gently back and forth letting a few of his own tears fall as Sam joined us.