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Chapter 32- Dirty Little Secrets
I knew something was up the second Dean suggested we pulled over for awhile so we could rest. I had been ignoring the questioning looks I was getting from both brothers since last night but nothing was said, yet. I think we were all wrapped up in our own thoughts about what happened. Dean parked the car on the side of the road and handed Sam and I a beer as I hopped up to sit on the old fence by the river. I stuck the bottle in my mouth and popped the top off with my teeth.
"Don't do that," Dean scolded me as he took the top off of his and Sam's with a bottle opener he had on his keychain.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes and chucked the cap at him.
"So…" Dean started and I laughed to myself, thinking if this conversation didn't go well I could always jump in the river and swim away.
"Last night, you want to tell us what the hell you were talking about?" Sam finished leaning against one of the fence posts next to me.
"What do you mean?" I asked trying to sound confused.
"Don't pull that crap," Dean sighed in frustration as he took a long sip of his beer.
"For as long as I can remember you and I would fight over every little thing because you always wanted to be a hunter and I couldn't wait to get away from this it. But now…now you say your tired of the job," Sam continued.
"Just forget it," I said as I picked at the label on my beer bottle.
"No, I can't. No way," Sam said shaking his head.
"Come on Sam, I thought we were all going to die, you can't hold that over me," I tried again to get them to drop it but of course they wouldn't and the river was looking more and more inviting.
"No, no, no, no. You can't pull that crap anymore, you're talking," Sam stated.
"And if I don't?" I challenged.
"Then I'll have to throw your ass in the river," Dean smirked and suddenly the river didn't seem so appealing.
"Come on, what direct order were you talking about last night?" Sam asked nudging my knee.
I sighed and kept my head down as I answered, "Dad…after he died he said it was my fight now…"
"The demon?" Dean questioned and I nodded.
"I just…I know it sounds stupid but I thought last night would be the end, you know. I'm trying to be the hunter he wanted me to be but I just can't," I admitted.
"And that's why you've been so trigger happy lately," Sam stated more than questioned.
"I was trying to be more like him," I replied.
"You don't want to be like him," Dean said softly.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," Dean said shrugging it off as he grabbed another beer.
Sam and I shared a look and I could tell he was just as lost as I was.
"You know I was thinking maybe we should go to the Grand Canyon," Dean brought up.
"What?" Sam asked this time.
"Yeah, you know all this driving back and forth across country we've never been to the Grand Canyon."
"Why would we want to go to the Grand Canyon?" I questioned, "I mean unless we were going to throw you in or something."
"We could go to Atlantic City…or Hollywood, see if we can bang Lindsay Lohan," he suggested.
"Ew," I said scrunching up my nose in disgust.
"You're not making any sense," Sam commented and I was happy I wasn't the only one completely lost.
"I just think we should take a break from all of this. Why do we have to get stuck with all the responsibility," Dean replied pointing to himself and me, "Why can't we live life a little bit?"
"Why are you saying all this?" Sam questioned with concern on his face.
But instead of answering Dean just shook his head and turned back to the car.
"No, no, no, no," I said jumping off the fence, "I had to spill so do you."
"I can't," he said turning to face us again, "I promised."
"Who?" Sam asked.
"Dad."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Right before dad died, he told me something," he said with his head down before looking up at Sam, "He told me something about you."
"What? Dean, what did he tell you?" Sam asked.
"When Leah said he gave her a direct order I thought maybe he told her the same thing."
"De, what did he say to you?" I asked again.
"He said that…he wanted to me to watch out for you, to take care of you."
"He told you that a million times when we were growing up," I said confused.
"No, this time was different. He said that I have to save you, Sam."
"Save me from what?" Sam questioned and I could tell he wasn't trying to freak out.
"He just said that I had to save you, that nothing else mattered and that if I couldn't, I'd…"
"You'd what, Dean?" Sam asked desperately wanting more answers.
"That I'd might have to kill you…he said that I might have to kill you, Sammy."
"What?!" I exclaimed, "You're not going to kill him!"
"I never said I was going to!"
"Kill me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sam questioned.
"I don't know."
"Sam, no ones going to kill you," I said trying to defuse the situation and not show how much what was being said bothered me.
"I mean he must have had some reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go dark side or something?" Sam asked completely freaking out now.
"Sam," I said grabbing onto his arms to try and get him to listen to me, "You don't have an evil bone in your body."
"What else did he say, Dean?" Sam asked shrugging me off of him.
"Nothing, that's it, I swear."
"How could you not have told me this?" Sam demanded.
"Because it was dad and he begged me not to."
"Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!" Sam yelled stepping towards him.
"You think I wanted this? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth! Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day," Dean yelled back.
"Alright, enough," I said wedging my way in between them.
"We've just got to figure out what's going on then, what the hell all this means," Sam said trying to calm himself down.
"We do?" Dean questioned, "I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low. At least for awhile, it'd be safer and that way I can make sure…"
"What? That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?" Sam asked working himself up again.
"I never said that," Dean argued.
"Jeez, if you're not careful you will have to waste me one day, Dean."
"I never said that!" Dean hollered, "Damn it, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control! You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore!"
"Sammy, I agree with De on this one. I'm not saying we ignore it but we should lay low at least until we can figure out or next move, ok?" I asked standing between them.
"Forget it," Sam said finishing his beer.
"Sam, please man," Dean begged, "Just give me some time, I need some time to think, ok? Please, Sam."
Sam finally nodded and we silently got back into the car and drove off to find a motel room. The rest of the night everyone was on edge and at the end of their rope.
"Share with Dean tonight," Sam said as I went to crawl into bed.
"What?" I asked confused.
"Share with Dean tonight," he repeated coldly.
"Oh come on," Dean complained already sprawled out on his own bed.
"I'll just sleep in the damn chair," I said grabbing a pillow off the bed and trying to curl up in the world's smallest chair.
Dean sighed and lifted the sheets, "Get in."
"No, I'm fine," I said sounding like a defiant three year old as I shifted so my feet hung over the side of the chair.
"Pain in the ass," Dean grumbled as he resituated himself on the bed.
It wasn't long until I drifted off into a dreamless sleep. When I woke up I realized someone had put a blanket overtop of me at some point but my pillow was on the floor so not only was my back screaming at me for sleeping in a chair but I had the worst stiff neck. I jumped a little by the sound of Dean loudly snoring as his mouth hung open like a fish; I thought about hitting him with my pillow to make him stop but decided it probably wasn't the best morning to wake the sleeping bear. I gathered clean clothes and my toiletry bag and headed for the bathroom in hopes that a hot shower would relax my muscles. I blindly felt for the light switch and quietly shut the door behind me so I wouldn't wake them up. After an extremely hot shower I was more awake but it hadn't helped the stiffness in my body as much as I had hoped. I was also very aware of the arguments that would be started for using all the hot water so I thought I would sneak out and grab some breakfast to lighten the blow.
I slipped on my jacket that was hanging on the door handle of the room and walked across the street to the convenient store. I paid for three extra large coffees, two packages of M&M's, three hard rolls and a handful of Hershey kisses. As I was walking back across the street with my peace offering I noticed the blinds were open in our room and prepared myself for the fight over the hot water.
"Where the hell have you been?" Dean yelled as soon as I walked in the door.
"Breakfast," I replied holding up the coffee holder and bag of goodies.
"Where's Sam?" he asked still upset but not as bad as when I walked in the door.
"What are you talking about?" I asked confused.
"He didn't go with you?" Dean questioned.
"No, you guys were sleeping when I left."
"So he was here when you went to get breakfast?" Dean asked taking his coffee out of the holder.
I had to stop and think about it, he was in bed when I got up to shower this morning wasn't he?
"Leah…" Dean pressed.
"I…I don't know," I admitted trying to run through the morning in my head.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Dean asked as blue and red flashing lights filled our room.
"Well that can't be good," I mumbled as Dean followed me outside so we could see what was up.
"It was a black Toyota," a man told the cop.
"What's going on?" Dean asked as we got closer.
"Someone stole my car," the man answered.
Dean and I immediately locked eyes knowing Sam was gone.
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"He's not answering his phone, he's God knows how many hours ahead of us, we have no idea where the hell he is going," Dean fumed as we sped down the highway in an attempt to find Sam, "What the hell was he thinking?!"
"Dean, you told him yesterday that dad said you might have to kill him, he's freaking out and I don't blame him," I said as I sat with my legs curled under me in the front seat.
"What?" Dean questioned suddenly all anger directed towards me.
"I just meant it's a lot for him to deal with," I said feeling a little afraid from the amount of anger rolling off of him right now.
"It's a lot for us to deal with and I don't even know where the hell I'm driving too," he yelled as hit the steering wheel.
"We should go to the Roadhouse," I suggested.
"Why?" he all but yelled at me.
"Because we have already tried calling Dylan and Bobby and if he needs research done he'll probably go to Ash," I tried to explain without getting yelled at. I knew he blamed himself for this.
"Fine," he sighed as he did a u-turn and stepped on the gas.
Because we had driven about three hours in the wrong direction we didn't get to the Roadhouse until about 9:30 that night.
"Dean, Leah," Ellen smiled as we walked up to the bar.
"Hey Ellen," I replied with a small smile.
"Have you seen Sam?" Dean asked almost immediately.
"Yeah was here this morning," she nodded as she put two beers on the counter and opened them for us.
"This morning?" I questioned in disbelief.
"Yeah," she nodded again.
"And you didn't think to call us?" Dean asked with anger lacing every word.
"He said you two were working a job by yourselves," she answered confused and I could see Dean's face getting red.
"Did he say why he was here?" I asked before Dean could have a coronary.
"Wanted to talk to Ash about something, was only here for about a half hour or so. I'm sorry but I've got to get back to work, it seems busier in here now that Jo's gone," she said as she loaded a tray with drinks.
"Gone?" Dean questioned.
"Well, after she worked that job with you three she wanted to keep on hunting. I said not under my roof and she said fine."
"Ellen, I'm sorry…" I started.
"Oh, don't get me wrong I wish I could blame the hell out of you three, it'd be easier. Truth is, it's not your fault, none of it is. I want you to know that I forgave your daddy a long time ago for what happened to my Bill. I just don't think he ever forgave himself."
"What did happen?" I asked gently.
"Ash is around here somewhere, he'll be able to help you," she said ignoring my question as she walked away with the tray of drinks.
"This morning," Dean stated.
"I'm sorry," I started.
"This morning," Dean repeated again with more volume.
"I didn't notice…" I tried again.
"You didn't notice that Sam wasn't in the room?!" he yelled.
"No," I answered softly.
"You were right about one thing…you aren't the hunter dad thought you were," he stated before walking away leaving me dumbfounded at the bar. I was wrong he did blame me.
I sat down at the bar and drank my beer trying to figure out when everything went so wrong for us.
"What's wrong sweetie?" Ellen questioned as she put some empty glasses into the sink behind the bar.
"Got anything stronger?" I asked motioning to my empty beer bottle.
"Sure," she smiled and poured me a shot of Jack Daniels.
"Thanks," I tried to smile back after swallowing it.
"Anytime," she replied as she went to answer the phone.
"Ash said he came in here wanting a nation wide search for anyone who had nursery fires he got four hits, gave them to Sam and he left without saying where he was going," Dean said as he sat next to me at the bar.
"So, what do we do?" I asked softly as Ellen came back over with another beer for Dean and refilled my shot glass.
"I don't have all the answers, Leah."
"I know but…now what?" I asked again.
"Now we get drunk and play pool," Dean replied as he grabbed his beer and walked over to the pool tables.
"Right," I muttered taking my shot and getting up to go find Ash.
With Sam gone and Dean blaming me I just needed someone to tell me that everything was going to be ok. I just needed somehow to get away from it all. I finally saw Ash sitting at one of the tables trying to pick up a girl with too much make-up on, she must have had enough because as I got closer she stormed away.
"Oh come on baby," Ash called after her until he saw me standing there, "Well, well look what we have here, Leah Winchester the tease of the north."
"Hey Ash," I tried to smile.
"What can I do you for?" he asked pushing his chair back so that he faced me.
"Well," I smiled seductively as I sat on his facing him our faces only a few inches from each other.
"Ummm…Oh God…wow…" he stuttered out getting all flustered.
"Your back room has a lock on, doesn't it?" I leaned over and whispered before slightly biting his ear.
"Yes ma'am."
"Then what are we waiting for?" I asked as I got off his lap and headed for the back.
"Are you sure about this?" Ash questioned uneasily as he followed me.
"You don't want me?" I asked as I walked backwards and unzipped my jacket slowly.
"I didn't say that, I…" he started until I came up to him and kissed him successfully shutting him up.
I walked into the backroom and closed the door behind us making sure to lock it before removing my jacket, tossing it on one of the bean bags and kicking my shoes off.
"Well hell, I guess I don't need my pants," he said as he quickly started to get undressed.
"Music?" I asked as I pulled my tank top over my head revealing my camo laced bra.
"Uh…yeah," he said running over to the CD player and pressed play.
"Muse?" I questioned as the song Supermassive Black Hole blared through the speakers.
"I can change it," he offered.
"No, I don't care," I said slipping out of my jeans slowly.
"Wow," he breathed out as he walked over to me and took my face in his hands before kissing me ever so gently.
I wrapped my arms around him and bit his bottom lip as he guided us to the floor. We started out in missionary position before I had to take control, we flipped over and I rode him hard. I laid on top of him completely worn out after we had finished with pieces of my hair stuck to my face with sweat. I was still in his arms when I drifted off to sleep.
Sam was standing outside of a dark, run down house holding a piece of motel stationary in his hand. He approached the house carefully first peering through the front window between the boards before sneaking around back. He skillfully picked the lock on the door, the house is dark when he enters and he didn't see the tripwire attached to the grenade. He hit it causing a massive explosion. Once the smoke cleared all that was left was a smoking boot.
"No!" I screamed as I shot up from the floor.
"What's wrong?" Ash asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"I need your laptop," I replied running around the room trying to find where I had thrown my clothes.
"What?" he questioned propping himself up by his elbows.
"Laptop, Ash," I repeated with more urgency as I pulled my pants on.
"Hold on, hold on," he sighed walking over to a small closet and pulling it out.
"Turn it on," I told him as I threw a few bean bags around trying to find my bra.
"Back of the door," Ash stated.
"What?" I asked confused.
"It's booting up now and your bra is on the back of the door."
"Oh," I said as I snatched it off the door and quickly put it on. This all seemed like a good idea a few hours ago and now not so much.
"Ready when you are," Ash said motioning to the laptop.
"Great," I said as I closed my eyes trying to remember what motel was written on the stationary in Sam's hand and started searching the internet for it.
"This wasn't all so you could use my laptop, was it?" Ash questioned as he put his clothes back on.
I didn't answer instead I took a napkin that was lying around and wrote down the name of the motel, the city and the state.
"I've got to go," I said throwing my jacket on and unlocking the door.
"Call me," Ash yelled and I again ignored him. I didn't know what the hell happened but now was not the time to figure it out; I had to get to Sam.
"Where did you disappear to?" Ellen asked with a knowing look on her face as I came back out to a pretty much empty bar.
"I…uhh…" I said tripping over my words as I threw my hair into a ponytail, "Have you seen Dean?"
"Passed out in the front seat of that car of his about twenty minutes ago."
"Thanks Ellen," I said running towards the door but stopped and turned around, "You won't…I mean…"
"None of my business," she winked at me.
I ran out to the parking lot and saw Dean right where Ellen said he would be, I swung open the driver's side door and hit him in the leg to wake him up which he only grunted at and tried to roll over.
"Dean!" I yelled finally waking him up.
"What?" he groaned as he sat up.
"I know where Sam is, we need to go now," I said pushing him over so I could slide into the driver's seat.
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"And you know he is in Indiana, how?" Dean asked as I sped down the highway.
"Because that's where the Blue Rose Motel is," I answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Right…and you know he is at this motel because…" Dean pressed.
"I dreamt it," I said barely above a whisper.
"You what?" Dean asked as if he didn't hear me.
"I dreamt it," I repeated louder.
"You had a vision…of Sam," Dean stated as if his brain was about to give out from information overload, "I thought all your dreams ended up with him dead."
"They do but if I can change something…anything then I should be able to change the outcome."
"What do you mean?"
"I dreamt of the vampires and that guy breaking Sam's neck but dad wasn't in my dream, so by dad being there it changed it and we were all fine," I tried to explain.
"So, Sam's in danger," Dean said trying to wrap his head around everything.
"Not if I can help it," I said stepping down on the gas pedal.
We rode in silence for awhile until I had to ask what had been on my mind ever since Dean told us what dad had said.
"Hey De," I started.
"Yeah."
"Dad didn't say anything about me, right?" I asked hesitantly.
"I told you nothing's going to happen to you," he said looking over to me.
"It's just dad knew about Sam's visions or whatever and he said…" I trailed off unable to say it, "I mean I was immune from the demon virus too, what if…"
"Stop it," Dean said cutting me off.
"I'm serious Dean, what if…" I tried again.
"Stop!" Dean yelled, "Dad said I had to kill Sam if I couldn't save him and I'm going to save him!"
"And me?" I asked softly.
"I'll always be here for my pain in the ass little sister," he smirked and I could tell we were getting too emotional for him.
"Even though I'm not some great hunter?" I questioned.
"Le," he sighed.
"Don't worry about it, you were just worried about Sam," I said shrugging it off, "But if you ever say that again, I'm going to shoot you."
"Noted," he nodded.
We drove for another couple of hours until I finally pulled into the motel parking lot. I parked the car off to the side and looked around until I saw Sam through one of the motel room windows.
"Oh, thank God he's ok," I sighed in relief and when he moved I saw a girl in his room.
"Oh he's better than ok, Sam you sly dog" Dean smirked and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
I was about to come back with some snarky comment when I noticed a little red dot appear outside of Sam's window.
"Dean," I whispered loudly before getting out of the car and noticing Gordon on roof of the next building.
I ran as fast as I could into the building and up the stairs. I could hear Dean yelling after me as I ran but I didn't have time to stop and explain to him what was going on. Just as I reached for the door that led to the roof I heard shots being fired and started to fear the worst.
"Gordon!" I screamed trying to distract him as I ran onto the roof. I kicked him in the stomach hard enough that he rolled onto his back. I jumped on top of him and started punching him as hard as I could, I was so pissed that I barely heard Dean calling my name as he made his way onto the roof. I went to throw another punch when Gordon caught my arm and threw me off of him and right into a metal air vent that knocked me out cold.
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Back off, I'll take you on. Headstrong to take on anyone I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong.
"Hello?" I answered as Gordon held the phone to my ear.
"Leah!"
"Sam, we've been looking for you."
"Yeah look I'm in Indiana, uh Lafayette."
"We know."
"You do?"
"Yeah we just got here, it's a real funky town," I said glancing over to Dean who was tied up in the chair next to me, funky town was our code word Dean had picked for when someone had a gun on us, "You ditched us Sammy."
"Yeah, I'm sorry. Look, right now there's someone after me."
"What? Who?" I asked already knowing the answer.
"I don't know that's what we need to find out. Where are you?"
"We're staying at, uh, 5637 Monroe Street," I answered reading off the address Gordon was holding out in front of me, "Why don't you meet us here."
"Yeah, sure," Sam said before Gordon hung up the phone.
"Now was that so hard?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
"Bite me," I sneered.
"So Gordon," Dean started, "I know we aren't exactly your favorite people but don't you think this is a little extreme?"
"What, you think this is revenge?" Gordon questioned as he pulled weapons of his duffle bag.
"Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days," Dean replied.
"Which was awesome," I added with a small chuckle, "Sorry, I shouldn't laugh."
"Yeah I was definitely planning on whooping your ass for that."
"Mmhhmm," Dean smirked.
"But that's not what this is, this isn't personal."
"Looks kind of personal to me," I spoke up looking at my hands and feet tied to the chair, he was smart too and tied each hand to an arm rest so I couldn't pick at the knots.
"I'm not a killer, Leah, I'm a hunter and your brother's fair game," he said as he loaded his rifle.
"What makes you think there is anything wrong with my brother?" Dean asked.
"See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. Teenage girl, seemed routine, some low-level demon but between all the jabbering and head spinning the damn thing muttered something about a coming war," Gordon replied as he took a seat and rested his rifle on his lap, "And I don't think it meant to, it just kind of slipped out but it was too late. Peeked my interest…and you can really make a demon talk if you have the right tools."
"And what happened to the girl is was possessing?" I asked already knowing the answer.
"She didn't make it."
"Well, you're a son of bitch," I spat.
Gordon stared at me for a minute before standing up and hitting me across the face.
"Don't touch her!" Dean growled.
"That's my momma you're talking about," Gordon said right in my face before standing back up, "Anyway, this demon tells me there are soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans, fighting on hells side, you believe that? I mean they're psychics so they're not exactly pure humans, but still. What kind of worthless scumbag have you got to be to turn against your own race? But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them…our very own Sammy Winchester."
"Oh, this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you," Dean chuckled.
"Yeah? Come on, Dean I know about Sam's visions, I know everything."
"Really? Because a demon told you?" I laughed, "Yeah and it wasn't lying."
"Hey I'm not some reckless yahoo, ok?"
"You sure about that?" I mumbled.
"I did my homework, made damn sure it was true. Look, you got your Roadhouse connections, I've got mine. It's how I found Sammy in the first place," he said sitting back down and I shared a look with Dean, "About a month ago I found another one of these freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them."
"Yeah, did he kill anyone?" I asked unsure if I wanted the answer or not.
"Well, besides Mr. Tinkles the cat? No, but he was working up to it. They're all going to be killers and we have to take them all out…and that means Sammy too," he said as he cocked the rifle.
"You think Sam's stupid enough to walk through that front door?" Dean questioned.
"No, I don't especially since I'm sure Leah found a way to warn him. You really this I'm that stupid? No, Sammy's going to scope out the place, see me covering the front door, so he's going to take the back and when he does he'll hit the tripwire then," he smiled as he took a grenade out of his duffle, "Boom."
"Sam's not going to fall for a freaking tripwire," Dean reasoned and I would have agreed with him if it wasn't for my dream.
"Maybe you're right, that's why I'll have a second one," Gordon smiled grabbing another grenade before walking into the other room to set up the tripwires.
"Dean, we have to get out of here," I whispered as soon as Gordon was in the other room.
"Any master plans?" he asked as he tried to move his arms as if I couldn't tell we were stuck.
"Dean I'm serious, this is my nightmare, Sam hits the tripwire," I whispered but before Dean could answer Gordon walked back into the room.
"Hey, look I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this, I really do but for it's worth, it'll be quick."
"Come on, man," Dean tried as Gordon sat back down, "I know Sam better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than Leah and I put together. I mean the guy feels guilty surfing the internet for porn."
"Maybe you're right…but one day he's going to be a monster."
"How? Huh? How does a guy like Sam become a monster?" I asked getting pissed off the way he was talking about my Sammy.
"Beats me," he shrugged, "but he will."
"No, you don't know that!" I growled.
"I'm surprised at you, Leah, getting all emotional. I'd heard you were more of a professional than this unless you're still pissed at me for revealing your little secret. Daddy's gone…weight of the world on your shoulders…and his little princess just can't take it," he taunted me.
"Leave her alone!" Dean hollered and tried struggling with his ropes.
"Time for your sister and I to chat," Gordon said as he got up and gagged Dean with a handkerchief before pulling his chair over so he could sit right next to me, "Let me ask you a question, let's say you were cruising around in your brother's car and you had little Hitler riding shotgun, right? Back when he was just some goofy crappy artist but you knew what he was going to turn into someday…you'd take him out no questions, wouldn't you?"
"That's not Sam," I declared.
"Yes it is you just can't see it yet. Leah, it's his destiny. Look, I'm sympathetic he's your brother and you love the guy, this has got to hurt like hell for you but here's the thing, it would have wrecked him but your dad? If it really came right down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here," he said as he gagged me as well, "But you're telling me you're not the hunter he was?"
Gordon moved his chair back to the other side of the room and rested the rifle back on his lap. I tried to think of someway…anyway to get out of this or to warn Sam but I had no idea what to do. That's when we heard the lock on the back door being picked and I nervously locked eyes with Dean.
"You hear him?" Gordon asked, "Here he comes."
I tried screaming through the gag to try and warn him anyway I could when I heard the first grenade go off. I couldn't help but think of the dream I had as the tears started pouring out of my eyes.
"Hold on, no need for tears yet, just wait and see."
I tried to listen as hard as I could hoping I could hear Sam walking around when the second grenade went off sending debris into the room we were in.
"Sam!" I screamed through my gag as I started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Sorry, guys," Gordon said as he raised the rifle and walked into the other room.
I cried so hard I started to have a difficult time breathing when I heard Sam yell from the other room.
"Put it down!"
Those three words were heaven to my ears and I could hear Dean grunt in relief. We heard punches coming from the backroom and did everything we could to get out of the ropes but it was no use we were stuck. I heard someone shuffling into the room we were in and I was almost too scared to look when Sam rested his hand on my shoulder before kneeling down to untie me. As soon as he untied one of my hands I pushed him over to Dean as I untied my other hand, my feet and got rid of the gag.
"That son of bitch," Dean growled when he took in the cut on Sam's cheek and blood coming out of his nose. Dean pushed Sam away as he headed for the backroom but Sam grabbed onto his jacket stopping him.
"Dean, no."
"I let him live once, I'm not making the same mistake twice," Dean remarked.
"Trust me; Gordon's taken care of, come on." Sam said pushing Dean towards the front door and reaching his hand out for me, "You alright?"
"Yeah," I nodded as I gladly took his hand and let him lead me out of the house. I didn't care how much of a little kid I looked like I needed the reassurance that he was really right in front of me.
We just made it off the front porch and half way down the pathway when Gordon started firing at us with guns in both hands.
"You call this taken care of?!" Dean yelled as he grabbed my other hand and we ran down the driveway until we jumped into a small ditch.
"What the hell are we doing?" I asked as both brothers put their arms over me to make sure I was covered.
"Just trust me on this, alright?" Sam said as three cop cars pulled into the clearing and surrounded Gordon.
"Drop your weapons, get down on your knees!" the cop yelled.
"Put your hands on your head!" another cop yelled and Gordon obliged.
"Anonymous tip," Sam smirked.
"You're a fine upstanding citizen, Sam," Dean said patting him on the shoulder.
SUPERNATURAL
"Gordon Walker was hunting Sam?" Ellen asked on the other line.
"Yeah, he almost killed all three of us because someone over there can't keep their mouth shut!" I yelled into the phone as I leaned against the Impala while both brothers waited inside.
"And you honestly think it was me…or Ash…or Jo? No way!"
"Well, who else knows about Sam? Huh? I mean you must have been talking to somebody!"
"Hey you can say a lot of things about us but we aren't disloyal and we're not stupid. We haven't breathed a word of this."
"Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections, Ellen."
"And this Roadhouse is full of other hunters. They're all smart; they're good trackers each of them with their own pattern and connections. Look, hell I could name twelve of them right now that are capable of putting this together. I'm sorry about what happened, Leah but I can't control these people or what they chose to believe," she said before hanging up.
I got back in the car and slammed the door behind me.
"Ready to go?" Dean asked from the driver's seat.
"Yeah," I nodded and saw Sam on his phone.
"Hey, Ava, it's Sam…again. Um, call me when you get this just want to make sure you got home ok, alright? Bye."
"Everything, alright?" Dean asked as he pulled out onto the road.
"Yeah, I hope so," Sam sighed looking at his phone almost willing it to ring.
"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least," I smiled resting my chin on the front seat.
"Yeah, if they pin Scott Carey's murder on him…and if he doesn't bust out," Sam stated.
"Dude, you ever take off like that again," Dean started.
"What? You'll kill me?" Sam joked.
"That is so not funny," I said hitting him in the shoulder.
"Alright, alright," Sam said with a small laugh, "Where to next?"
"One word…Amsterdam," Dean smirked.
"Dean!" Sam exclaimed.
"Oh come on, Sammy, the coffee shops don't even serve coffee," I mentioned as I leaned back against the seat.
"I'm not just going to ditch the job," Sam argued.
"Screw the job," Dean declared, "Screw it, I mean we don't get paid, we don't get thanked, the only thing we get is bad luck."
"Dean, you're a hunter it's what you were meant to do," Sam stated before looking back to me, "You too."
"I don't believe in that destiny crap," I said remembering back to what Gordon had said.
"Me either," Dean agreed.
"You mean you don't believe in my destiny," Sam challenged.
"Yeah, whatever," Dean sighed.
"Guys, I've tried running before. I ran all the way to California and look what happened. You can't run from this and you can't protect me."
"Watch us," I stated.
"Look, I'm going to keep hunting. I mean whatever is coming I'm taking it head-on so if you really want to watch my back, then I guess you're going to have to stick around."
"Bitch," Dean muttered.
"Jerk," Sam replied as he always did and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"How about some music," Dean said as he scanned the radio stations until he found one that came through without static and wouldn't you know it but Muse's 'Supermassive Black Hole' was on.
"Ugh," I groaned and covered my ears, "Can't we put something else on?"
"Since when do you care what's on?" Sam asked surprised and he was right I liked all kinds of music and it never really bothered me what was on the radio…until now.
"Please," I almost begged sticking my bottom lip out.
"Ummm…ok," Dean said popping in one of his cassette tapes.
"So, how did you guys know where I was?" Sam asked and Dean looked at me in the rearview mirror.
"I sort of saw it," I replied.
"Wait, you had a vision while you were awake?" Sam questioned.
"No, I dreamt it," I clarified.
"But I thought you said you guys stopped at the Roadhouse and came straight here."
"We did," Dean answered and I could see the wheels start turning in his head.
"I crashed in Ash's room for a few hours," I quickly said hoping that would be the only answer they would need.
"The backroom?" Sam asked confused.
"Yeah," I nodded praying they would just drop it.
"There's no bed in the backroom…or even a couch for that matter," Sam continued and I saw the light bulb go off in Dean's head.
"LEAH MARIE!" he hollered.
"You were being an ass and I need someone to talk to," I tried.
"So all you did was talk?" Dean questioned and I could tell he already knew the answer.
"No," I answered very softly.
"What was that?" Dean asked turning the music off.
"We sort of…shagged on the shag carpet," I admitted.
"I don't need to hear this," Sam said covering his ears.
"I'm going to fucking kill him!" Dean yelled and I could see his knuckles getting white as he held onto the steering wheel.
"It's not his fault!" I argued.
"Well it takes two to tango!" Dean argued back.
"I seduced him!" I yelled and then immediately regretted it.
"Yeah I really don't need to hear this," Sam yelled covering his ears again.
"And I blame you," I said pointing to Dean.
"Me?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah if you weren't suck a royal dick then I wouldn't have run off to Ash!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa do not blame me because your hormones are all out of whack!"
"They aren't out of whack!" I protested.
"Guys, SHUT UP!" Sam yelled and pulled out his cell phone again, "Thank you."
"You calling that Ava girl again? You sweet on her or something?" Dean asked.
"She's engaged, Dean," Sam sighed as he put the phone up to his ear.
"So? What's the point in saving the world if you can't get a little nookie once in awhile, huh?" Dean smirked.
"So it's fine if Mr. Limp Bizkit gets ass but the world is going to end when I have sex?" I questioned.
"You slept with Ash!" Dean exclaimed.
"So you have to approve who I sleep with? I don't think so!"
"Well stop sleeping with people I know!"
"Stop having hot friends," I challenged.
"You think Ash is hot?"
"Not really," I admitted.
"There were over thirty people in the bar last night yet you chose Ash."
"What's wrong?" I asked Sam as I saw him put his cell phone away.
"Just a feeling…how far is it to Peoria?"
SUPERNATURAL
"Sure, the world's going to end because Leah has sex with Ash but let's break into Ava's house in the middle of the night for Sam," I mocked as Dean picked the lock on the front door.
"Hello?" Dean called out as we walked into the house.
"Is anybody home?" Sam tried.
"Sam's here for your fiancé," I added.
"Would you knock it off," Sam sighed as we made our way upstairs.
We saw the bedroom door open at the end of the hallway and made our way into the room to find Ava's fiancé face-up on the bed covered in blood.
"Oh my God," Sam breathed out as Dean walked further into the room to check it out.
"I've got sulfur over here," Dean said as he ran his finger over the window sill, "Demon's been here."
"Ava," Sam whispered as he picked up her engagement ring off the floor.