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Chapter 28- Blondes have more fun

"Los Angeles, California," Dean stated as he closed the trunk in front of the roadhouse.

"What's in L.A.?" I asked walking around to the side of the car.

"Young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult," Dean answered looking down at the keys in his hands.

"Oh yeah, girl have a name?" Sam questioned and I knew he had picked up on Dean's lie as well.

"Katie Holmes," Dean replied and Sam and I laughed.

"You know she did just leave her husband, Tom Cruise, are you hoping to be a rebound?" I smirked trying to contain my laughter.

"You read way too many of those tabloid magazines," Sam said shaking his head.

Just then we heard some glass break inside the roadhouse and yelling coming from inside.

"Of course on the other hand…catfight," Dean said as he turned to go inside with Sam and I following.

"I am your mother I don't have to be reasonable," Ellen yelled.

"You can't keep me here," Jo screamed back.

"Oh don't you bet on that, sweetie."

"What are you going to do? Chain me up in the basement?"

"You know what you have had worse ideas than that recently. Hey, you don't want to stay, don't stay go back to school."

"I didn't belong there I was a freak with a knife collection!"

"Yeah but getting yourself killed on some dusty back road that's where you belong?" Ellen questioned before realizing we were watching the whole thing, "Guys, bad time."

"Yes ma'am," Sam nodded as we started for the door.

"Wait," Jo stopped us, "I want to know what they think about this."

"I don't care what they think!" Ellen yelled as the phone started ringing and she reluctantly went to answer it.

"Three weeks ago a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment," Jo said as she tried to hand Dean a folder, "Take it, it won't bite."

"No, but your mom might," Dean stated glancing over to where Ellen was on the phone.

"You're scared of my mother?" Jo asked incredulously.

"I think so," Dean admitted still watching Ellen.

"Give me that," I sighed as I took the folder out of her hands.

"And this girl wasn't the first, over the last eighty years six women have vanished, all from the same building, all young blondes. Only happens every decade or two so cops never eyeballed a pattern," Jo continued as I flipped through the folder, "So we are either dealing with one very old serial killer or…"

"Who put this together, Ash?" Dean questioned cutting her off.

"I did it myself," she replied smiling like the Cheshire cat.

"Nice work," I nodded as I skimmed one of the articles, "You know we've hit the road for a lot less."

"Good, you like the case so much you take it," Ellen said rejoining our little group.

"Mom!" Jo protested.

"Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough," Ellen stated, "I won't lose you too, I just won't."

SUPERNATURAL

"I feel kind of bad snaking Jo's case," I said as I picked the lock of the apartment of the latest victim.

"Yeah she put together a great file but could you see her out here working one of these things?" Dean asked as we walked into the apartment with our EMF readers.

"Absolutely," I replied as I scanned the small kitchen and I knew Dean rolled his eyes even though his back was to me.

"So, you getting anything?" Dean asked clearly trying not to start an argument.

"No," I sighed sticking the EMF reader back in my pocket.

"What's that?" Sam asked staring at the light switch.

"What's what?" I questioned as Dean and I walked over to where Sam was standing.

"Holy crap," Sam exclaimed as he touched the black goo that was coming out of the light socket.

I touched it getting a very small dot on the tip of my finger so I could look at it more closely, "That's ectoplasm."

"Well guys, I think I know what we are dealing with here…it's the Stay Puff Marshmallow man," Dean said completely deadpanned.

"Dean, I've only seen this stuff like twice," Sam stated.

"Well that's probably because to make this stuff you have to be one majorly pissed off spirit," I said as I wiped the remaining goo that was on my fingers on Dean's sleeve.

"Do I look like a towel to you?" Dean questioned visibly agitated.

"Ummm, no but that's what big brothers are for right?"

"So wipe it on Sam!" Dean exclaimed.

"He's not the one pissing me off," I declared.

"Oh and please tell me what I did to offend Princess Leah," Dean said exasperated.

"Guy, we probably should be trying to find this thing before it snags anymore girls," Sam spoke up.

We left the apartment and started down the hallway when we heard voices, Dean pushed Sam and me into a little out cove so we wouldn't be seen.

"Yeah, it's a great building fixed it up real nice, all the apartments come furnished too," we heard a man say.

"It is so spacious. You know, my friend told me I absolutely have to come check it out, and I have to admit she was right. You did a really good job with this place," a woman said as the three of us looked at each other recognizing the voice, Jo.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean questioned stepping out into the hallway.

"There you are, honey," Jo smiled as she walked over and grabbed him around the waist, "This is my boyfriend, Dean and our friends Sam and Leah."

"Nice to meet you, quite a gal you've got here."

"Yeah she's a pistol," Dean said through gritted teeth as he smacked her in the ass.

"So, did you already check out that apartment?" Jo asked turning her attention to Dean, "The one for rent."

"Oh…yeah…loved it, great flow."

"How'd you get in?" the landlord questioned.

"It was open," Dean replied.

"Now Ed, when did the last tenant move out?" Jo asked.

"About a month ago, cut and run too, stiffed me for the rent."

"Well her loss our gain, because if Dean-o loves it it's good enough for me," Jo smiled and I knew she was having way too much fun with this, I knew I was.

"Oh, sweetie," Dean forced a smile.

"We'll take it," Jo said pulling out a wad of cash and handing it to the landlord.

SUPERNATURAL

"I'll flip you for the sofa," Jo smirked at Dean once we had brought our bags into the apartment.

"Hell no," I spoke up, "We take the bed, Dean-o and Sammy can flip for the sofa."

"Great one big slumber party," Dean grumbled before turning his attention to Jo, "Does your mother even know you are here?"

"What are you going to do tell on her?" I laughed.

"Told her I was going to Vegas," Jo replied.

"You think she's going to buy that?" Dean questioned.

"I'm not an idiot, got Ash to lay a credit card trail all the way to the casinos."

"You know you shouldn't lie to your mom…you shouldn't be here either," Dean said as he took apart his gun to clean it and Jo looked over to me in disbelief.

"It's her case, she has every right to be here," I stated and received a small thank you smile from Jo.

"She's not staying," Dean said not looking up from the gun in his hands as if that was the end of the conversation.

"Well I am, so untwist your boxers and deal with it," Jo said and I knew this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

"Where did you get all that money from anyways?" Sam asked as he set up his laptop on the kitchen table.

"Working at the roadhouse."

"Hunters don't tip that well," Dean scoffed.

"Well they aren't that good at poker either."

"Or pool for that matter," I added as I gave Jo a high five and my cell phone began to ring.

Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry. Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Is she with you?"

"Oh, hi Ellen," I said and Jo pleaded with her eyes that I wouldn't say anything while Dean glared at me expecting me to tell her.

"She left a note she was in Vegas but I don't believe it for a second."

"I haven't seen her," I said and watched Jo sigh in relief and anger build in Dean.

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Well please, if she shows up you'll drag her butt right back here, won't you?"

"Absolutely."

"Ok, thanks honey," Ellen said as I hung up the phone.

"What the hell was that?" Dean growled.

"I told you before she has every right to be here," I replied.

"Who died and made you queen? You had no right lying to her mother," Dean yelled pushing the chair back in anger as he stood up, "And how does she have your cell phone number?"

"Ash kind of has it on a poster in the backroom," Jo answered.

"Did you sleep with him?" Dean questioned in an eerily low voice and I saw Sam look up from his laptop curious at the answer.

"Who I choose to sleep with is none of your business," I answered simply as I picked up one of the weapons to help cleaning them.

"I'll kill him," Dean hollered.

"For what?" I yelled back in disbelief.

"For sleeping with my sister!"

"So how did Dylan get a pass?" Jo asked.

"What?" Dean asked confused and I shot her a look as if to say 'shut up'.

"Nothing," she answered quickly walking over to the living room and taking the information on the case out.

"I never slept with Ash would you fucking relax," I sighed loudly dropping the gun I was cleaning on the table.

"And Dylan?" Dean questioned.

"None of your damn business!"

"You did, didn't you?" Sam said looking over the top of his laptop as if it was some type of shield.

"Stay out of this Sam," I warned.

"When the hell did you become so easy," Dean asked with a look of disgust on his face.

"Easy? Try taking a look in the mirror, kind of calling the kettle black isn't it?"

"It's different," Dean defended.

SUPERNATURAL

"This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago," Jo informed us as she twirled a small knife in her hand while sitting at the table.

"Yeah, what was here before 1924," Dean asked as he paced the room still angry from earlier.

"Nothing, empty field," I answered as I went back to playing Solitaire on the laptop.

"So, most likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building and now he's back and raising hell," Sam said.

"I already checked, it the past eighty two years, zero violent deaths. Unless you count a janitor who slipped on a wet floor sign," Jo replied before turning to Dean, "Would you sit down, please?"

Dean sat down and started, "So, have you checked police reports, county death records…"

"Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources, I know what I'm doing," Jo finished.

"I think the jury is still out on that one," Dean scoffed, "Can you put the knife down?"

"What does she have to do to prove she knows what she is doing?" I asked as I put the last king up winning my game and Jo put the knife on the table.

"Ok…" Sam spoke up before another argument could start, "So it's something else then, maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it."

"Well, we've got to scan the whole building everywhere we can get to, right?" Jo asked looking over to me.

"Right," I nodded, "So, we will each take a floor and…"

"I don't think so," Dean interrupted, "You and I will take the top two floors and Sam will stay with Jo and work from the bottom."

"We'd move faster if we spilt up," Jo brought up.

"Yeah and I don't know if you have noticed but you are kind of the spirit's type," Dean stated.

"Exactly."

"I don't think that is such a good idea," Dean said. Of course I thought Jo could handle the job but I didn't want her to be bait.

"It's the quickest way to draw it out and you know it," she argued.

"I'm so regretting this," Dean mumbled.

"You know, I've had it up to here with your crap," Jo stated standing up.

"Excuse me?" Dean asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Well this should be interesting," I whispered to Sam who slightly nodded in agreement.

"Your chauvinist crap, you think women can't do the job!"

"Sweetheart, this ain't gender studies. Women can do the job fine or have you not met my sister. Amateurs can't, you have no experience and I don't have the time to keep an eye on everyone. So, you will stay with Sam and Leah and I will take the top two floors," Dean instructed as he got up and grabbed the EMF readers off the coffee table.

"So I guess it's you and me then," Sam said to Jo trying to break the tension in the room.

"Leah, let's go," Dean hollered and stormed out the door.

"He needs to get laid," I whispered to Sam and he looked suggestively at Jo, "I meant by someone he can forget in an hour not someone who has feelings for him."

"Leah!" Dean called from the hallway getting angry that he had to wait for me.

We were silent for a few minutes scanning the halls with our EMF readers when Dean broke the silence.

"I didn't mean the comment earlier about you being easy," Dean started.

"Whatever," I sighed and we fell back into silence until I asked, "Are you ever going to trust me?"

"What?"

"You heard me," I replied as we finished the top floor and headed for the stairs.

"I do," he answered still confused.

"Funny way of showing it," I scoffed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked lightly grabbing my arm in the stairwell so I had to stop and look at him.

"Ever since Guthrie you haven't let me out of your sight!"

"You shot someone, Leah!" he exclaimed as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"To save your ass!" I shouted ripping my arm out of his grasp and storming through the door to the next floor.

"Would you wait up," he called after me, "I can't help you if you won't talk to me."

"God you sound like Sammy," I said rolling my eyes as we swept the floor.

"I'm serious," Dean sighed.

"So am I, there's nothing to talk about."

"So…you haven't gone back to old habits," Dean asked hesitantly.

"What?" I questioned him stopping to turn and look him in the eyes.

"It's just I haven't seen you in short sleeves lately and…" he started.

"It's cold outside you moron!" I exclaimed before taking off the flannel I was wearing revealing a t-shirt underneath and I stuck my bare arms out for him to see, "Here look, no cuts…happy?"

I put my flannel back on and continued down the hallway until we came to the end, "You smell that?"

"Yeah, what is that?" he asked scrunching his nose up.

"I know it I just can't put my finger on it," I said sniffing the air again.

Dean moved the EMF reader towards the vent on the floor and it started going off.

"It's in the vent," Dean stated as he pulled out a screwdriver and started removing the cover.

"You always carry screwdrivers around with you?" I teased.

"You know, always be prepared," he smirked.

"Dean you sound like an over grown Boy Scout," I said as I turned on my flashlight so he could see into the vent.

"There's something in there," he said as he reached his hand in and pulled out a clump of bloody, blonde hair, "Somebody's keeping souvenirs."

SUPERNATURAL

Dean grunted as he woke up from sleeping in an awkward position in the chair in the living room while Jo and I sat at the kitchen table.

"Morning princess," Jo smiled.

"Where's Sam?"

"Went to get coffee," I answered as I sharpened my knife Dean reluctantly gave back to me last night.

"I need a hot shower," Dean said as he stretched his back out and shuffled towards the bathroom.

"I guess you guys aren't morning people," Jo laughed slightly.

"Only Sammy," I replied.

"Well you don't seem so bad this morning."

"That's because I never went to sleep."

"Why?"

"Just going over everything," I shrugged and pointed to the small knife she had twirling in her hand again, "Want me to sharpen it?"

"I guess," she replied handing it over and I noticed W.A.H. engraved on the blade and looked to Jo for an answer, "William Anthony Harvelle."

"I'm sorry," I said softly completely understanding.

"What do you…what do you remember about your dad? I mean, what's the first thing that pops in your head?" Jo asked.

"His smile, there was this one time…"

FLASHBACK

Dean-13

Sam-10

Leah-9

"Dean, I want you to keep an eye on Sammy," Dad said as he grabbed the weapons bag and headed for the door.

"What about me?" I asked playfully.

"You're coming with me, little girl so grab your jacket and get in the car."

"She's going with you?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"We're going just to the town boarder where there is an empty field, it's time your sister learns how to shoot a gun," Dad replied.

"She's nine years old!" Dean exclaimed loudly causing Sam to come into the living room.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Dad's taking Le shooting!" Dean nearly yelled.

"Don't you raise your voice in this house," Dad hollered, "It is not up for discussion, Leah get in the car."

I didn't see what the big deal was, I knew what we did for a living and I was thrilled that I was finally learning how to shoot especially since Sam started when he was eight. I was able to take almost any gun apart, clean it and put it back together flawlessly. We got to the field my dad was talking about and he set up empty beer bottles throughout the field, some on boxes, some on the ground and at different distances before coming over and hading me a gun.

"Now you know how to take the safety off," Dad instructed as he stood behind me, "so when you are ready I want you to stand right here and hit as many as you can."

I hit every single bottle my first try and the happiness I felt was nothing compared to the smile on my dad's face when I turned around.

PRESENT

"He must have been proud," Jo said.

"What about your dad?" I asked anxious to change the subject before Dean got out of the shower or Sam came back with coffee.

"I was still in pigtails when my dad died, but I remember him coming home from a hunt. He'd burst through that door like…like Steve McQueen or something and he's sweep me up in his arms and I would breathe in that old leather jacket of his. And my mom, who was sour and pissed from the minute he left, she started to smile again," Jo answered as Dean joined us at the table, "We were…we were a family. You want to know why I want to do the job? For him, it's my way of being close to him; now tell me what's wrong with that."

"Nothing," I answered softly. Truth be told I felt the same exact way; I was only hunting because I felt close to my dad.

Just then Sam came bursting through the door, out of breath.

"Where's the coffee?" Dean asked.

"There are cops outside, another girl disappeared."

SUPERNATURAL

"Teresa Ellis, apartment 2F, boyfriend reported her missing around dawn," Dean said returning to our apartment after talking to the police while Sam, Jo and I went over every inch of our notes.

"And her apartment?" Jo asked.

"Cracks all over the plaster…walls…ceiling, there was ectoplasm too."

"Well, between that and the hair you guys found I'd say this sucker's coming from the walls," Sam said as I ran a hand over my face trying to wake myself up.

"But who is it?" Dean questioned, "The building's history is totally clean."

"Maybe we're looking in the wrong place," I said picking up a picture that was on the table.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Check this out," I said handing the picture to Sam.

"An empty field?" he said looking at the picture.

"Maybe you need some coffee," Jo suggested probably thinking I was seeing things.

"I do, but that field is where this building was built, now take a look at the one next door…the windows."

"Bars," Sam said as he looked closer.

"We're next door to a prison?" Jo asked.

"Looks that way," Sam replied.

Sam graciously offered to go grab the coffee he was supposed to get earlier while I tried pulling anything I could up about the prison that was next door, with little luck. Jo was on the phone with Ash promising him bodily harm if he said anything to Ellen and Dean was…well being Dean and supervising. Sam came back with four large coffees and passed them out.

"Have I told you recently how much I love you," I said to Sam after taking the first sip of my coffee.

"No," he laughed as Jo hung up the phone with Ash.

"Ok, Moyamensing prison. Built in 1835, torn down in 1963 and get this, they used to execute people by hanging them in the empty field next door," Jo informed us.

"Well then we need a list…all the people executed there," Sam said.

"Ash is already checked it should be in your email," Jo said turning to me.

"You have an email address?" Sam asked in disbelief, "How come you never gave it to me?"

"Because I am with you 24/7, what the hell would I email you about?"

"Wait, why does he have your email address?" Dean questioned with an eyebrow raised.

"I gave it to him," I stated.

"Why?" Dean questioned again.

"Again with the twenty questions?" I asked angrily as I opened my email and saw the list Ash sent me, "Holy shit."

"What?" Sam asked.

"There's a hundred fifty seven names," I answered as I scrolled through the names.

"We've got to narrow that down or else we're going to be digging up a hell of a lot of stiff," Dean commented.

"Herman Webster Mudgett," I read of the list.

"Yeah…" Jo said unsure of the reason I picked that name.

"Wasn't that H.H. Holmes' real name?" I asked turning to my brothers.

"You've got to be kidding me," Dean stated.

"Hold on let me check," I said as I did a quick Google search, "Yeah here it is, Holmes was executed at Moyamensing, May 7, 1896."

"H.H. Holmes' himself…come on, I mean what are the odds?" Sam asked.

"Who is this guy?" Jo questioned.

"The term "multi-murderer," they coined it to describe Holmes. He was America's first serial killer, before anyone knew what a serial killer was," I started.

"Yeah, he confessed to twenty seven murders, but some put the death toll at over a hundred," Sam continued.

"And his victim flavor of choice…pretty petite blondes, he used chloroform to kill them," Dean finished.

"Which is what I smelt in the hallway last night," I realized.

"At his place cops found human remains, bone fragments and long locks of bloody, blonde hair," Dean stated.

"Wow, you sure know how to pick them," I winked at Jo.

"Well we just find the bones, salt them and burn them, right?" Jo asked and I could sense a tinge of fear in her voice.

"Well, it's not that easy. His body is buried in town but it's encased in a couple tons of concrete," Sam said.

"What, why?" Jo questioned.

"The story goes that he didn't want anybody mutilating his corpse…cause you know that's what he used to do," Dean answered.

"You know something, we might have a bigger problem than that," I said.

"How does this get bigger?" Jo asked.

"Holmes built an apartment building in Chicago, he called it the Murder Castle. The whole place was a death factory, they had, uh…trap doors, acid vats, quick line pits…he built these secret chambers inside the walls. He's lock his victims in, keep them alive for days…some he'd suffocate, others he's let starve to death," I answered.

"So Teresa could still be alive…she could be in these walls," Jo stated.

"We need sledgehammers, crowbars," Dean said heading for the door, "We've got to smash anywhere thick enough to hide a girl."

"You three know an awful lot about this," Jo commented as we rounded up flashlights, floor plans for the building and crowbars.

"Well when your dad is out killing God knows what and you ask your older brother to tell you a bedtime story, that's what you get," I answered looking over to Dean who just shrugged.

SUPERNATURAL

"Ok, call us after you check the southeast wall," I told Dean before hanging up the phone, "They haven't found jack squat either."

"You know I'm surprised Dean didn't make you go with him," Sam said as we squeezed through the crawl space.

"We have an understanding," I replied.

"So how do you think Jo and Dean are doing?"

"I just told you they haven't found anything."

"That's not what I meant…"

"Honestly, I think he likes her too but will never admit it. She will get tired of waiting after awhile and move on like the rest of them. I have to say it's nice to not be out numbered."

"Can't go any further it's too narrow," Sam said shinning his flashlight further down the crawl space.

"I can fit in there," I said as I squeezed my way past Sam.

"You're not going in there by yourself," Sam exclaimed.

"Sam, brunette remember?" I said as I whipped my hair in his face.

"Dean will kill me if I let you out of my sight," Sam tried again this time giving me the puppy dog eyes.

"One that doesn't work on me and two Teresa is going to be the one dying if we don't find her. I'm not letting some two hundred year old bastard that Dean used to tell us stories about scare me…I have my iron knife…I'm going."

I scooted along the wall as far as I could before I had to turn down another; it wasn't long until my phone rang.

Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry. Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal.

"Yeah," I answered ducking out of the way of some cobwebs.

"Where are you?" Sam asked anxiously.

"In my happy place," I replied praying I wouldn't see a rat.

"What?"

"I'm on the north wall; I'm heading down some kind of air duct."

"No, no, no, no stay up here."

"Sam, stop worrying I'm fine."

"Alright but stay on the phone, I'm heading to you."

"Sure thing, Sasquatch."

After making my way down the air duct I was in another crawl space that looked very similar to the one Sam and I was just in. I squeezed past a couple of pipes when I heard a weird gurgling noise. I stopped and looked around and that's when I noticed the black goo seeping out of the wall in front of me.

"Oh God," I breathed into the phone.

"What is it? Le? Leah!" I heard Sam yell into the phone as the chloroform filled my nostrils and everything went black.

SUPERNATURAL- General Point of View

Dean rushed back up the hallway, running headlong into Sam.

"Whoa," Sam said shocked by the encounter.

"He's got Jo," Dean stated.

"Leah too," Sam added.

"What?!" Dean exclaimed.

"I wasn't with her, I left her alone…" Sam trailed off, "Wait, how did he get Jo?"

"I couldn't fit, she was smaller and went ahead without me," Dean answered.

"We've got to find them," Sam said shifting on his feet nervously.

"Where?" Dean asked as they made their way back to the apartment.

"Inside the walls," Sam answered simply.

"We've been inside the walls all night! None of the other girls were there, she won't be either!" Dean yelled.

"Look, we've just got to take a beat and think about this, maybe we got Holmes' M.O. wrong, I mean Leah's not blonde," Sam said as he went back to the table with all the information from earlier on it and started quickly sifting through it, again.

"Yeah, well we'd better friggin' think fast," Dean stated as his phone rang Deep Purple's 'Smoke on the Water', "Yeah."

"You three lied to me, she's there," Ellen said on the other line.

"Ellen," Dean started.

"No…Ash told me everything. Man's a genius, but he folds like a cheap suit. Now you put my damn daughter on the phone since your sister isn't answering hers."

"She's going to have to call you back, she's taking care of…uh…feminine business."

"Yeah, right. Where is she?...Where is she?!"

"Look, we'll get her back."

"Get her back? Back from what?"

"The spirit we're hunting, it took her and Leah."

"Oh my God."

"She'll be ok, I promise."

"You promise? That is not the first time I've heard that from a Winchester."

"What?"

"If anything happens to her…"

"It won't, I won't let it. Ellen, I'm sorry I really am."

"I'm taking the first flight out, I'll be there in a couple of hours," she stated and hung the phone up.

"Damn it!" Dean exclaimed.

"Don't beat yourself up Dean, there's nothing you could of done," Sam tried.

"And would that make you feel better if I said that to you about Leah?" Dean questioned.

"No of course not…" Sam started.

"Tell me you've got something," Dean cut in.

"Uh, maybe. You look at the layout of the Holmes Murder Castle, there's all the torture chambers inside the walls, right?" Sam questioned.

"Right," Dean said.

"But there's one we haven't considered yet, the one in this basement," Sam said pushing a few pages to the side.

"This building doesn't have a basement," Dean stated.

"You're right, it doesn't. But I just noticed this…beneath the foundation; it looks like part of an old sewer system that hasn't been used in…"

"Let's go," Dean cut him off again, this time grabbing his jacket and heading for the door.

SUPERNATURAL- Leah's Point of View.

I woke up in a small, dark place lying on my back. I realized I still had my flashlight with me and I turned it on so I could try and figure out where I was and how to get out. The wood a few inches from my face had long, bloody scratches in it from people trying to escape. There was a small slot on the side of the compartment I was in; I scooted over enough to peek out the slot when I heard a banging noise and what sounded like crying.

"Hello?" I called out not sure if I wanted someone to answer or not.

"Is…is anyone there?" I heard a woman's voice ask, she sounded so broken.

"Are you Teresa?" I asked.

"Yeah," she answered.

"Leah, is that you?" I heard Jo ask sounding just as scared as I felt.

"Jo?" I questioned, "Are you alright?"

"Peachy," she answered warily.

"Oh God, he's out there, he's going to kill us," Teresa called out.

"No, he won't. We're getting out of this, my brothers are looking for us and they'll find us," I tried to reassure her and Jo as I heard footsteps entering the small chamber.

"Oh God, it's him," Teresa cried.

"Shh, just be quiet!" I tried and then heard Jo screaming.

"Hey leave her alone!" I yelled and tried kneeing the side of the compartment so it would open until I heard my knee cap pop and I started to cry from the immense pain but I couldn't let him hurt Jo, "Hey creepy asshole, leave her alone, take me instead!"

I heard footsteps again in the chamber and Jo stopped screaming, I sighed in relief before realizing Holmes was now looking through my slot.

"You're so pretty…so beautiful," he sang as he reached his hand towards me.

"Go to hell," I seethed as I tried to cram myself into the corner of the compartment.

"Not very nice…but so pretty," he sang again running a decayed finger along my jaw line before he grabbed a handful of my hair and ripped it out from the roots.

I could feel the blood start to appear on my scalp as I stabbed my knife into his arm and he disappeared, screaming.

"How do you like that? Pure iron you evil son of a bitch!" I screamed.

"Is he gone?" Jo asked with a shaky voice.

"I don't know."

A few seconds later I heard Jo struggling to scream like something was placed over her mouth before I had a chance to get the attention off of her and back on to me I heard the most comforting sound in the world, Dean's voice.

"Hey!" I heard him yell before shots were fired.

"Jo? Leah?" Sam and Dean called out.

"I'm here!" Jo called out.

"Over here, Sammy," I answered with a sigh of relief as I heard Dean breaking Jo out of her compartment.

As soon as Sam opened the small door he pulled me into a fierce hug with one hand on the back of my head and the other around my waist lifting me off the ground, he only pulled away when he noticed the blood on his hand.

"You're bleeding," he exclaimed moving my hair to check where it was coming from.

"I'm fine, he just pulled my hair," I told Sam, "Put me down and go get Teresa."

Sam hesitantly released his hold on me and the moment I tried to stand by myself I fell to the ground.

"Leah!" Dean yelled running over to me.

"It's my knee," I managed to get out through the tears that fell as my knee pulsed with pain.

"How did you manage to pop your knee," Dean questioned as he gently ran his fingers over top of it.

"She distracted him so he wouldn't come after me," Jo said standing behind him.

"Angel, I'm sorry…this is going to hurt like a bitch but after it will feel better," Dean said as he grabbed my leg preparing to pop it back in.

"Just do it," I said closing my eyes and I felt Jo take my hand.

"One, two…" Dean counted and popped my knee.

I screamed out in pain before yelling at him, "What the fuck happened to three?"

"Sorry," Dean said sympathetically before turning to Sam, "Get Teresa and Leah out of here."

"What about Jo?" I asked.

"Remember when I thought her being bait was a bad plan?...Now it's kind of the only one we have," Dean replied.

"I'm staying with her," I said pulling myself up and breathing through the pain.

"I'll be ok," Jo tried to reassure me but the emotion behind those three little words said it all, she was terrified.

Sam had taken Teresa out of the chamber and made his way back down to us. Jo sat in the middle of the room waiting for Holmes while Dean agreed I could stay with them but I wasn't able to be bait. Holmes appeared behind Jo and when he got close enough Dean yelled for her to move. Jo dived forward and I pulled her into the tunnel where we were waiting while Sam and Dean fired at bags we had placed around the room causing Holmes to be surrounded by salt.

"Scream all you want, you dick, but there's no way you're stepping over that salt!" Jo yelled.

SUPERNATURAL

"What happened to Holmes only going after blondes?" Jo asked as we sat on the grass by the entrance of the sewers waiting for Sam and Dean.

"Good question," I said rubbing the back of my head, "Hey, so much for blondes have more fun, huh?"

"Do you think Dean is mad at me?" Jo asked shyly.

"No, probably mad at himself for not being able to protect you."

"How do you deal with all the arguing? I think I would go insane."

"It's not so bad, it's a sibling thing I suppose…so, this job as glamorous as you thought it would be?" I asked her as I picked a piece of grass.

"Well except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah. But that Teresa girl's going to live a life because of us. It's worth it, isn't it?"

"Yeah…yeah it is."

"Hey, what if somebody finds that sewer down there or a storm washes the salt away?"

"Both very fine points…which is why we're waiting here."

"For what?"

"For that," I pointed as I heard the beeping of the cement mixer backing into the field.

"You ripped off a cement truck?" Jo asked in disbelief as both brothers got out.

"I'll give it back," Dean said giving her a cocky smile.

"Well, that should keep him down there until hell freezes over," I laughed as Sam pulled me up.

SUPERNATURAL

We drove down the highway at night heading towards the roadhouse with Dean driving, Ellen in the passenger seat and Sam, Jo and I in the backseat with me in the middle.

"Boy, you really weren't kidding about flying out were you?" Dean asked.

But Ellen gave no response and kept staring out the front window; the three of us in the back exchanged glances but didn't say anything.

"How about we listen to some music," Dean suggested and turned the radio on.

'You're as cold as ice…' blared from the speakers before Ellen reached over and turned the radio off.

"This is going to be a long drive," Dean sighed.

I nodded in agreement and snuggled into Sam's side to get some very over due sleep.

SUPERNATURAL

We pulled up to the roadhouse sometime mid-morning and Ellen dragged Jo by the elbow into the bar.

"Ellen, this is my fault, ok?" I said limping after them into the bar, "I lied to you and I'm sorry…but Jo did good out there, I think her dad would be proud."

"Don't you dare say that," Ellen protested, "Not you. I need a moment alone with my daughter…alone."

I limped back outside where Dean was waiting for me by the door to help me to the car.

"Don't be too hard on him," I whispered as I held Dean's arm for support.

"What are you talking about?"

I gave him a knowing look before glancing in Sam's direction, "It's not his fault."

"He should have never…" Dean started.

"I'm fine, Dean…you need to let it go, he feels bad enough."

"You know you keep saying 'I'm fine' but I don't think you realize what that means anymore, it's like you just say it out of habit."

As we got closer to the car Sam came and picked me up setting my down on the hood so I could sit.

"Sam, stop babying me," I sighed. I knew he felt guilty but he had no reason to.

A few minutes later Jo stormed out of the bar.

"Go," I whispered pushing Dean in her direction.

"That bad, huh?" he said following her.

"Not right now," she stated and kept walking.

"What happened?" he asked catching up with her and lightly grabbing her arm to stop her, "Hey, talk to me."

"Get off me!" she yelled yanking her arm out of his grasp.

"Sorry, see ya around," Dean said as he turned to walk back to the car.

I slid off the hood and hobbled over to her, "Hey! Don't you scream at him because you are in a bad mood."

Dean stood there with me so I could hold onto him but I could tell it was the last place he wanted to be at that very moment.

"It turns out my dad had a partner on his last hunt. Funny, he usually worked alone, this guy did too, but…I guess my father figured he could trust him…mistake, guy screwed up got my dad killed."

"What does this have to do with…" I started.

"It was your father, Leah."

"What?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"Why do you think John never came back? Never told you about us? Because he couldn't look my mom in the eye after that, that's why."

"Jo," Dean started.

"Just…just get out of here. Please just leave."

"No, your mom must have gotten the story wrong," I said shaking my head.

"Excuse me?" Jo questioned taking a step closer to us.

"My dad wouldn't have screwed up and he certainly wouldn't have gotten someone killed," I said letting go of Dean and taking a step closer to her as well as Sam made his way over to us.

"Well it looks like you didn't know your father as well as you think you did," Jo said as she sized me up.

I was about to swing when Sam pulled me back and Dean stood between us with his back to me.

"I think it's time we go."