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Chapter 38- Silent Lucidity
"Here he is detectives," the employee from the morgue said as she slid the man's body from the compartment to show that it is, or was, torn to pieces before being stitched back together the best they could.
"That's a pretty nasty bite," Sam commented.
"Mmhhmm."
"You know what bit him?" I questioned slightly annoyed that Dean had made Sam come with me like some sort of babysitter.
"I haven't quite determined that just yet," she answered without looking me in the eyes and apparently Sam picked up on it too.
"Come on, Doc, off the record," he tried.
"Ok, way…way off the record."
"Sure," I shrugged.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say the guy was attacked by a wolf. But unless I know that the zoo is missing one of their lobos, I'm going with pit-bull. I like my job."
"Yeah, I hear you," Sam chuckled. No, you don't Sam because you don't like our job in fact you did everything in your power to get away from our job, our family and me.
"One more thing, this guy…was his heart missing?" I asked already knowing what her answer would be and it took everything I had not to smile, this hunt was going to be bad ass and I couldn't wait.
"Yeah, how did you know that? I haven't even finished my report."
"Because…" I started until Sam put his hand over my mouth.
"Lucky guess," he replied and I licked his hand so he would let go but gigantor kept his hand in place until we were out of the room, down the hallway and out the front door.
SUPERNATURAL
"How'd it go?" Dean asked when we walked into the motel room where he was sitting on one of the beds cleaning our weapons.
"Fine," I answered pulling my jacket off and throwing it on the back of one of the chairs. I was going to continue but realized the question was directed at me.
"Fine," Sam nodded and that's when it all made sense, he wasn't asking about the job, he was asking about me.
"Did she eat?" Dean asked Sam again not looking in my direction. Hello! I'm standing right here, you can ask me.
"No," Sam shook his head, "but we found out…"
"Why didn't you eat?" Dean cut him off angrily. Great, now he sees me standing here.
"We were in a fucking morgue, you idiot, it's not the kind of place you walk into an order a prime rib," I exclaimed.
"Well, I'm not the idiot who almost got herself killed on the last job," Dean retorted.
FLASHBACK
I had been fighting off the dizzy spells ever since we got out of the car but with two spirits to take care of I needed to be at the top of my game. Dean and Sam had been searching the house looking for any clues on where Greenly was buried while I did a quick sweep on the outside of the house praying there would be some big flashing arrow that said 'he's right here' but of course we're never that lucky. I was just about to go back inside when another wave of dizziness hit, I grabbed onto the front railing to keep from falling over at the same time that Greenly appeared behind me with an axe. He took a swing and missed causing me to stumble into the house, he followed behind but before I could shot him with the rock salt I passed out in the hallway. If it hadn't been for Dean hitting him with an iron fire poker and Sam pulling me out of the way, I don't even want to think about what could have happened.
PRESENT
"Here," Sam said handing me a protein bar trying to contain the building tension between Dean and me.
I opened it and took a big sarcastic bite in Dean's face that screamed, 'are you happy now?'
"So this lawyer girl was the first heart-free corpse in town?" Dean asked as if the last five minutes never happened. I hated when he did that, like did he have some switch he could just turned off because I know I can't do that, when I'm pissed, I'm pissed.
"The first female. Over the past year, several men have gone missing. Dead bodies all washed up later in the bay, too deteriorated to draw any firm conclusions," Sam replied while I choked down the rest of the protein bar. Seriously, how did Sam eat these things? They tasted like cardboard coated in chocolate.
"But no hearts?" Dean questioned popping the clip back into the gun he had been cleaning.
"No hearts. They were all thugs hanging around Hunter's Point. Now, cops are trying to keep things under wraps but they're looking for a serial killer," Sam continued.
"And the lunar cycle?"
"Mmhhmm," Sam nodded, "Yeah, month after month, all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon.
"Which is this week, right?" Dean asked with a sly smile on his face.
"Hence the lawyer."
"Awesome," I smiled matching the one on Dean's face.
"Could you guys be bigger geeks about this?" Sam questioned shaking his head.
"Come on Sam, what about 'a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight' don't you understand? I mean, werewolves are bad ass, we haven't seen one since we were kids," I answered excitedly. I'm sorry but burning bones and doing exorcisms got boring this was something that you would see in old time horror films.
"Ok, sparky, and you know what? After we kill it we can go to Disneyland," Sam teased me.
"Really?" I played along.
"You know what the best part is?" Dean spoke up ignoring Sam and I, "We already know how to bring these suckers down."
"Silver bullet to the heart," I finished expecting at least a nod of approval from him but apparently I was invisible at the moment.
"So, what's our next move?" Dean asked turning his attention to Sam.
"Talk to the guy who found the body," I answered but he still didn't look over to me until Sam gave him a look saying 'really, dude?'
SUPERNATURAL
"I don't understand I already gave my statement," Michael said as he led us into the living room of his apartment.
"Right, well, we just need to verify a few things," Sam replied as we saw a woman standing in the living room wearing a 'Mission Church' t-shirt, pants up to her boobs and thick rimmed glasses.
"This is my neighbor, Diana," he introduced, "Diana, these are detectives…"
"Landis," Dean answered before pointing to Sam and me, "and detectives Dante and Manners."
"Well, I guess I'll leave you alone then," she smiled so big that her cheeks pushed her glasses up.
"Thanks for the casserole," Michael told her as she walked by to leave.
"Oh, how thoughtful," I commented trying my best not to verbally make fun of her and I heard Sam sigh beside me.
"Just call if you need anything," Diana said as she closed the door behind her. Yeah I bet she wants him to call her for anything, poor thing is probably still a virgin. Not that there is anything wrong with that but she looked like she didn't even know what a shower head was for.
"She's sweet, she came over to check on me. Have a seat," Michael motioned to the couch as he sat down in a chair.
I was so wrapped up in thinking about Diana and her sex life, or lack there of that I literally sat on top of Sam who gave me a look before moving me to the cushion next to him.
"You must be pretty shaken up," Sam started, "You were Natalie Mulligan's assistant, right?"
"Yeah, for two years," he answered and I thought it was weird. I mean he looked intelligent enough to have an assistant of his own.
"So, you knew all about her?" Dean asked and I swear he was hugging the arm of the couch so he wouldn't have to touch me. Can you say five years old?
"Probably knew more about her than she did. Natalie was…she was nice."
"But?" I questioned feeling that 'nice' wasn't the word he really wanted to use to describe her.
"Nothing really, she would get a few drinks in her and start hitting on anyone in a five-mile radius. You know the type."
"Yeah, I do actually," Sam nodded and it took me a minute to realize he was talking about me. I casually reached my hand over and pinched his thigh as hard as I could. Thanks big brother for calling me a whore.
"Did she have any enemies?" Dean asked clearly amused by Sam's last statement.
"What do you mean? It sure looked like an animal attack."
"No, yeah, we're just covering all the bases. Anyone that might have had a beef with her…a former client, an ex maybe?" Dean questioned trying to jog his memory and I could see that it worked.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, this is embarrassing, but my ex-girlfriend, Megan…"
"Does Megan have a last name?" I cut him off.
"Woldin. After we broke up, she went kind of nuts. She's…well she's kind of been stalking me. She got it in her head that something was going on between Natalie and I, she showed up at my office."
"What happened?" I asked thoroughly interested, it was like a live soap opera.
"Megan got into it with Natalie, threw a punch before security grabbed her. I was lucky to keep my job."
"When was the last time you saw Megan?" Sam questioned.
"A few nights ago. Actually, the night Natalie died. We were all grabbing drinks at this bar and Megan showed up."
"And?" Dean pressed and I knew he was as into the drama as I was, especially when it wasn't our own.
"Nothing, it was like she was watching me then she was gone. To tell you the truth she is starting to freak me out, I feel like I'm in that movie Fatal Attraction and I'm going to come home one day to find a dead rabbit boiling on the stove."
"Well, that's graphic," I commented remembering back to when Dean made me watch that movie when I was younger but the only thing it did was make me have nightmares for a week afterwards. He didn't think it was so funny when he was the one I was waking up at two in the morning.
"Thanks, for your time," Sam said standing up and shaking his hand.
"So, what do you think?" Dean asked as we walked down the front steps.
"I think she is sleeping with you tonight," Sam replied lightly pushing me in Dean's direction.
"That was years ago, I'm not going to have nightmares because someone mentioned the movie," I argued but secretly hoped I wouldn't, "besides that bitch was psycho."
"Mmhhmm," Sam nodded in an unbelieving tone.
"Ok, fine, that just means it I mention It that you won't have nightmares," I challenged and saw him flinch at me even saying the name, "Yeah, that's what I thought."
"You two don't stop I'm getting my own room tonight and you two can work out your fears by yourself," Dean spoke up but we all knew it was an empty threat, "So, stalker ex-girlfriend, she hates the boss and she was there that night…"
"You think she's our dog face?" I asked.
"Well, it is a theory and we've had worse," Sam replied.
"So, what do you say we pay Megan a visit?" Dean questioned as we got back into the Impala.
SUPERNATURAL
I picked the lock to Megan's apartment later that night, still slightly in shock that Dean let me do even that. We walked in and nothing really screamed 'I'm a serial killer' or 'I'm a raving lunatic'. There were some pictures on the wall and a few pieces of furniture, kind of what I would expect my own apartment to look like if I ever lived by myself, not that it would ever happen. Sam went back to check the bedroom while Dean shuffled through some things in the kitchen.
"Anything?" Sam asked walking back out from the bedroom.
"No, nothing but leftovers and a six-pack," Dean answered closing the refrigerator door.
"Check the freezer maybe there's some human hearts behind the Haagen-Dazs or something," I joked but he must have thought I was serious as he went to open the freezer.
That's when I thought I heard a noise outside so I walked over to the sliding glass door and opened it before stepping out onto the balcony. That's when I notice claw marks sliding all the way down the side of the building.
"Hey guys, come here," I called out and a second later they joined me on the balcony, "look at that."
We went back to more thoroughly search the apartment when we heard a gun shot coming from the alley. We ran out of the building and on to the street as fast as we could to find a cop's body lying by the dumpster completely torn apart.
"I'll call 911," Sam said taking out his cell phone to report the dead body.
"I'd say Megan is looking more and more like our Cujo," Dean commented taking a closer look at the body.
"Guys, if she's still out here we better check on Michael," I brought up. But thankfully we got to sleep for a few hours before going over there or I would be one very bitchy sister.
SUPERNATURAL
I knocked on Michael's door and waited for him to answer when Diana opened her door across the hall.
"What's going on?" she questioned slightly pushing her glasses up as if she was trying to get a better look at us.
"Police business, Diana," Dean replied before I had the chance to say anything.
"What is it?" Michael asked opening the door to see us in the hallway and Diana poking her head out the door.
"Well, maybe we should talk privately," I answered throwing her a look before walking into Michael's apartment.
He had just made coffee and was pouring us each a cup as Sam started.
"Has Megan been here?"
"Not exactly."
"What exactly does 'not exactly' mean?" Dean questioned as I added more sugar than usual to my coffee hoping to give myself a boost because between the lumpy mattress, the weird smelling comforter and Sam kicking me I got about an hours worth of sleep.
"Well, she was outside last night, just looking…has she done something?"
"We're not really sure," I answered truthfully trying to hide a yawn.
"It's probably nothing, but we just don't want to take any chances. In fact, Leah is going to stay here with you, just in case she stops by. Where does she work?" Dean asked and I almost spit my coffee out when he said I was staying here.
"She owns a hair salon but are you sure she will be able to handle Megan?" Michael asked looking over to me.
"Trust me, she's a firecracker. You mind grabbing that address for us?" Dean asked and Michael nodded and left the room.
"Umm, hello? Why the fuck am I staying here?" I asked in a loud whisper as I smacked Dean in the arm with the back of my hand.
"Because I said so," Dean replied as if he was the boss of me. Please, he wishes.
"Make him stay," I exclaimed dramatically throwing my arm in the direction of Sam, "They can play chess or something."
"You're staying and that's final," Dean stated. I turned to look at Sam for help but he just shrugged, thanks Sam, big help.
"Why?" I whined like a little kid, I mean the only thing I didn't do was stamp my foot.
"Because I can't do my job when I'm worrying about you," Dean nearly growled in my face, "Now stay here."
SUPERNATURAL
After about a half hour I was already bored out of my mind. I mean I usually had no problem passing the time when I was alone with a guy but Michael was so different than the guys I was attracted to. He had no tattoos, at least none that I could see, no leather jacket, no motorcycle or hot car and I'm pretty sure I saw a bottle of wine in his fridge instead of beer. So here I sat on the couch while he went on about his daily routine. I already played several games of Tetris on my phone, counted the twelve pictures he had on the wall, the four pens on the coffee table and the twenty nine squares on the couch pillows. My phone finally rang breaking the deafening silence.
I fought you for so long, I should have let you in, oh how we regret those things we do. And all I was trying to do was save my own skin but so were you.
"Let me guess, you have nothing to say to him," Sam said as I answered the phone.
"Shut up, did you find Megan?"
"No, she hasn't been at work all week. But we got a lead on where she might be. So, just sit tight and remember to guard your queen."
"I'm not playing fucking chess," I grumbled before hanging up on him.
"Everything alright?" Michael asked walking into the living room and sitting down next to me on the couch.
"Yeah," I nodded as he turned the television on to watch the Mets play the Cardinals and I couldn't hide the look on my face, sports were definitely not my cup of tea.
"I saw that," he smiled turning the volume up a little bit.
"Saw what?" I questioned.
"Ok, this is the deal: my house, my TV. I never get to watch the day games, so suck it up."
I tried to stay awake as I pretended to be interested in it but I would be lying if I said that by the end I wasn't thoroughly engrossed in the game.
"Oh, come on he was safe!" I yelled at the umpire earning a laugh from Michael.
"Admit it you're hooked."
"No, no, no, no, no, I wouldn't say I'm hooked," I shook my head and he laughed again, I moved my legs underneath me as I turned to look at him, "you know, can I ask you a question? It's…it's personal."
"Sure," he shrugged turning the TV off. I almost fell off the couch that a guy turned off the television to just talk; I didn't think they made guys like that anymore.
"Ok, um, well…you're clearly smart. I mean your apartment is filled with great books, you know? And you're independent and funny and easy to get along with…"
"Uh-huh," he said unclear of where I was going with the whole thing.
"What were you doing with Megan?" I asked.
"I don't know," he answered after a pause, "it's not like she introduced herself like, 'hi, I'm possessive and controlling and I like to stalk people, wanna be my boyfriend?'"
"Yeah, I guess we all make mistakes."
"Yeah, well, mine's wanted by the police. You want to know why I stayed with her? Really?" he questioned and I nodded encouraging him to go on, "I was too insecure to leave."
"I find that kind of hard to believe," I admitted, "I mean, you don't really seem the type."
"Yeah, well, some stuff happened. My life changed, I changed. For the better, I think."
"What happened?" I asked moving so that my hand was on his leg but the moment we touched I instantly took my hand back. What the hell was I doing?
"Well, for one thing I got robbed," he answered and thankfully made no indication that I had crossed any lines.
"And that's supposed to be a good thing?" I questioned not understanding.
"I know, it sounds strange but it hit me, I could keep feeling sorry for myself or I could take control of my life. I chose the latter and the first thing I did was tell Megan she had to go."
"Smart move," I nodded.
"Apparently. Everything else just opened up and life has been wonderful," he continued until he saw me shrug, "What? Doesn't everybody think that being a victim of random violence is the best thing that every happened to them?"
"Yeah, not so much," I laughed, "You're…unusual."
"Unusual like…" he pointed to his head and turned his finger in circles, "unusual?"
"No, no, no, unusual like…impressive," I admitted really looking into his deep brown eyes for the first time.
"You think so?"
I was just about to answer when my phone started ringing again. The timing my brothers had was incredible…incredibly annoying.
"What?" I answered with a sigh.
"We've found her," Dean replied.
"Good for you, grab yourself a cookie and don't take your eyes off of her."
"Oh, my eyes are glued," he mumbled before hanging up on me. Well goodbye to you too, asshole.
Michael and I spent the rest of the day just talking; he made us sandwiches for lunch that I ate without a second thought. He was the easiest person in the world to talk to and had a laugh that was infectious. He went to bed a little after eleven and I flipped through the television channels with a smile plastered on my face, one that hadn't been there in a long time.
SUPERNATURAL
I fought you for so long, I should have let you in, oh how we regret those things we do. And all I was trying to do was save my own skin but so were you.
"Hey, you guys alright?" I answered my phone the next morning.
"Yeah, now that we're conscious. The werewolf knocked us out. Le, it's Michael," Dean told me.
"What?"
"Yeah, awesome job of keeping an eye on him. I guess you couldn't even handle that."
"Dean, I've been here the whole time," I argued as I tipped toed down the hallway and opened his bedroom door, "He's still in bed, asleep."
"Well, he wasn't an hour ago. Check his right arm below his elbow. I nicked him with a silver knife."
"I'm not listening to you, it's ridiculous," I said before hanging up on him for a change but my talking woke Michael up.
"Morning," he said sitting up and that's when I saw the cut on his arm but he looked confused, "where are my pajamas?"
I couldn't believe it, but how? I was here all night, I should have heard him coming and going.
"Leah? What's going on?" he questioned as I walked out of the bedroom and straight for the front door. He pulled on a pair of jeans and threw a shirt on before following me out, "Where are you going?"
"I'm not going anywhere," I said pulling out the gun from the small of my back and aiming it at him, "And neither are you."
I tied him to one of the kitchen chairs and waited for my brothers to arrive.
"You're psychotic. The whole 'I'm a cop' trip, God I'm so stupid," Michael grunted trying to move in the chair.
"Well, I guess neither of us are who we said we were, huh?" I questioned completely pissed at myself. I should have known he was something evil the second I started to fall for him.
"Leah, you're sick, ok? You're imagining things. Monsters don't exist, not really," he tried.
"You know what? Save the act," I sneered.
"It's not an act! I am not a werewolf! There's no such thing! It's made up, alright? They're not real! You know they're not real!"
"No?" I questioned angrily pointing to the cut on his arm, "Then where did that come from?"
"I don't know! Leah, God, you need help. Please, don't do something you're going to regret. I'm not what you think I am, I'm not."
"Ugh!" I shouted turning around to punch the wall letting some of my anger out, every fiber of my being told me to just shoot him in the heart and get it over with but something was holding me back and before I had a chance to decide what to do there was a knock at the door.
I walked over to let both brothers in; Dean looked like he was ready to kill me while Sam looked like he was just relieved that I was alright.
"How you doing?" Dean asked walking over to where I had Michael tied up, "My head feels great thanks."
"We've got to talk," I said pulling both brothers into the other room, "He says he has no idea what I'm talking about."
"He's lying," Dean argued.
"Or maybe he really doesn't know he's changing, you know? Maybe…maybe when the creature takes over, he blacks out," I tried.
"What like the Incredible Hulk?" Dean questioned.
"Look Le, he ganked his boss and his ex-girlfriend, that doesn't sound rash and unconscious," Sam spoke up.
"Yeah but what if it was, Sam? I mean, what if some animal part of his brain saw both those girls as threats? Hell, the cop too," I tried again wanting to find another way than killing him. Werewolves were supposed to be these evil creatures that fed on human hearts, not some assistant who rooted for the Mets and put too much lettuce on his sandwiches.
"What are you the Dog Whisperer, now?" Dean questioned disbelievingly.
"Look, guys, I just…I don't know, there…there was something in his eyes."
"Yeah, he's killing people!" Dean exclaimed.
But Sam caught on to what I had said, "You like him."
"What if he has no control over it?" I argued with Dean ignoring Sam's revelation.
"Exactly!" Dean shouted in my face, "He can't control it, even if he's telling the truth; it's not going to change anything."
"I'm not putting a bullet through some guy's chest who has no idea what's happening," I declared trying to stand my ground.
"Why not? You've never had a problem shooting someone before," Dean retorted, "He's a monster and you're feeling sorry for her?"
Sam's supposed to be some monster too, you just going to put a bullet through him? No, because if it kills me I'm going to find a way to save him. Well, that's what I wanted to say at least but instead I tried again to get him to see my point of view, "Look, there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her. Dad had a theory…'lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline.'"
"Might have a cure, meaning who the hell knows," Dean continued to argue.
"It's worth a shot," Sam chimed in. At least I had someone on my side.
"We don't even know where to start looking, alright? I mean, the puppy that bit him could be anyone, anywhere. It could've been years ago!" He sure knows how to keep an argument going.
"No, I don't think so," I said remembering to the talk Michael and I had yesterday as I walked back into the kitchen with both brothers following, "Michael, when were you robbed? Please, it's important, alright? Just answer the question."
"About a month ago."
"Did you see who did it?" I asked.
"No, they grabbed me from behind."
"Did they bite you?" I questioned sticking my gun in the small of my back hoping to show him I wasn't going to shoot him for a wrong answer.
He paused for a minute looking at me with confusion, "How did you know that?"
"Where?" I asked not answering his question. I had already tried to explain about werewolves and all it got me was him calling me psychotic.
"Back of my shoulder."
I walked over to him and moved his shirt to show my brothers the bite.
"Oh, that's just a love bite, believe me it could have been much worse," Dean commented.
"Where were you at the time?" Sam questioned and he would never know how thankful I was that he was on my side during this.
"Walking home from a friend's house."
"Let me guess, not too far from Hunter's Point?" Sam asked and Michael nodded.
I pulled the boys back into the other room, "the same place where those other murders happened. I'm telling you, it's a werewolf's hunting grounds."
"Maybe but that doesn't mean it's going to be out there tonight," Dean mentioned.
"It's the right time of the lunar cycle. Look, I know it's a long shot," I almost pleaded with him.
"What and let Mike take off to an all you can eat buffet?" Dean questioned.
"So, I'll go," Sam offered.
"What?" Dean asked turning his anger towards him.
"I'll go check out the hunting grounds and you and Leah stay with Michael."
"Dean, please I know we can save this guy," I begged.
"Fine," he huffed, throwing himself down on the couch and turning the TV on.
"Thanks, Sammy," I smiled and he kissed the top of my head before leaving the apartment.
While Dean was muttering obscenities under his breath I walked back into the same room Michael was.
"Please, just let me go."
"Look, I know you're scared. I also know there's no way in hell you're going to believe me but I'm doing this because I'm trying to help you. I'm not going to lie, alright; the odds aren't exactly in our favor. But if this goes the way I pray it does…I'll untie you and I'll walk out that door and I'll never come back. You'll live the rest of your life and I'll just be some horrible memory," I told him before joining Dean on the couch.
"Don't think about asking to change the channel," Dean said moving the remote out of my reach, not that I had planned on it.
"Can I ask you something?"
"What?" he questioned not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Why are you even giving this a chance?" I asked and he finally looked over to me, "I mean any other day for any other reason you would have barged through that front door and put the bullet in him yourself."
He was quiet for a minute and turned his attention back to the program that was on. I didn't think I was going to get an answer at all until he started talking, "because I can't remember the last time I saw that kind of spark in your eyes and if that means trying something I know isn't going to work, well, then, I sit here and watch crappy television."
"So, does this mean we don't get to go to Disneyland?" I asked resituating myself on the couch so I could lean my head against his chest.
"I'll buy you a stuffed mouse," he answered draping his arm over my shoulders and we stayed like that for a long while, I was almost drifting off to sleep when he spoke again, "Does he at least have beer?"
"No," I sighed getting up from the couch, "but I'll see what he does have."
The second I walked into the kitchen Michael growled and broke through the rope I had tied him up with. He scratched the side of my face before Dean heard the commotion and came running into the room with his gun raised.
"Don't shoot him!" I shouted hoping Dean would listen to me.
Some how we got Michael into the back room and barricaded the door with a bookshelf the sounds of him growling and throwing things around the room made my heart break.
"It should be over now," I said opening the door the next morning to see the room totally destroyed, "You'll never see me again."
SUPERNATURAL
"It was sort of sad, actually. Diana had no clue what was going on," Sam said from the front seat of the Impala, "Hey, why do you think she turned Michael instead of just killing him in the first place?"
"I don't know," Dean shrugged, "I mean she kind of seemed to have a thing for him, maybe her primal instinct did too."
"Speaking of…" Sam said turning to look at me in the backseat.
"What?" I questioned innocently.
"Don't 'what' me, you liked him," Sam smiled.
"Sam, he thought I was a stark-raving lunatic," I protested.
"You are a stark-raving lunatic," Dean smirked before getting serious, "but you're the lunatic that saved his life."
"Yeah, but he doesn't know that," I sighed and saw Michael standing on the front porch watching us.
"You know, for a stake-out, your car's a bit conspicuous. What are you still doing here?"
"Honestly? Uh, we're pretty sure you're not going to turn tonight, but we've got to be a hundred percent, so you know…we're lurking," Dean answered.
"I know this sounds crazy," I tried but Michael cut me off.
"Sure does. Well, if we're going to wait it out…we might as well do it together."
We got out of the car and followed him back into his apartment. I couldn't help but feel totally awkward, what was I supposed to say? Should I apologize? But really I had nothing to be sorry for, did I?
"You were telling the truth, weren't you? About everything. What you did…was to help me."
"Yeah," I nodded unsure of what else to say or what else he would want to hear.
"I did all of those horrible things…when I turned."
"You didn't know," I told him not wanting him to feel guilty about it. If he had known and still did it that would have been a different story completely.
"So, when will we know for sure? Moonrise?"
"No, I don't think so," I shook my head very aware of both brothers watching me like hawks, "you turned in the middle of the night last night. I think we've got to hang in until sun-up."
"Well, it looks like we've got ourselves a few hours to kill. Poker, anyone?" Dean asked trying to lighten the mood.
Sam pushed Dean towards the dining room table so they could give us some space but still keep a close eye on us as Michael and I sat on the couch together unsure of what to say. I grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels until I found a baseball game that was on and got a smile out of him.
"Baseball?" Dean questioned in disbelief and I turned to see his gun laying on the table just in case.
We watched the game; encouraging the players to run faster, or steal a base, or yelling when the umpire made a bad call, even if they wouldn't be able to hear us. It was something that broke the awkward tension that was in the air and things picked up right where we left them talking about anything and everything. We talked about our childhood dreams, our political views, aliens, what we thought would happen if the world turned upside down and what five things we would take with us to a deserted island. He got up at one point and made popcorn, giving some to the boys before joining me again in the living room and I didn't miss the small smile on Dean's face when I sat there eating the popcorn and laughing at Michael's college stories. The night had gone by so fast that I was genuinely surprised when sunlight started seeping through the blinds.
"Does this mean it worked?" Michael questioned.
"Yeah, I think so," I smiled with a new sense of hope. I found a way to save him and I can find a way to save Sammy too.
"Thank you so much," he said pulling me into a hug that slightly lifted my feet off the ground. We kept our arms wrapped around each other until Dean obnoxiously cleared his throat, "Thank you."
We all stood there in silence for a minute basically twiddling our thumbs until Sam spoke up.
"So, we're going to head back to the motel and…read or something," Sam said pushing Dean towards the front door.
"We are?" Dean questioned as Sam turned and winked at me before managing to get him out the door. Hell must have frozen over and pigs must be flying because I never thought I would see the day Samuel Winchester helped me get laid.
"That was smooth," Michael commented as the door closed.
"Yeah," I said drawing the word out slightly embarrassed, "look, I know I scared the crap out of you, alright? I mean, I tied you to a chair."
"That's right up there with me scratching your face," he said running his thumb over my cheek.
I went to respond but he lifted my chin and pressed his lips against mine gently at first and then more passionately when I didn't pull away. I was a little surprised when he pushed me up against the wall but loved every second of it and quickly took my shirt off before helping him take off his. We continued to strip away articles of clothing in between kisses as we made our way to his bedroom. Throughout the morning we had passionate sex, the most sensual I had ever experienced. It wasn't like a one night stand that you forget about the next morning, it was meaningful and expressive. Hours later we fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
I woke up to a growling sound and when I looked over there was Michael in werewolf form, before I could even process a thought he jumped out the bedroom window and was gone.
SUPERNATURAL
I frantically banged on our motel room door hoping I could keep it together long enough to find him when Dean opened the door after what felt like an eternity.
"He turned," I said trying to catch my breath since I had run all the way to the motel.
"What?" Sam questioned walking up behind Dean, "Are you ok?"
"I couldn't grab him in time," I said desperately wanting one of them to take control because at that particular moment I couldn't even think straight.
"We'll find him, babe," Sam reassured me as he and Dean threw on their jackets and we made our way out to the Impala.
"I already called Bobby," I informed them, "he doesn't know anything except he knew severing the bloodline wouldn't work. That's everyone. They all say it's impossible to reverse it."
"How come he didn't turn when we were with him?" Dean asked, "So, what you put him to bed and then he wolfed out?"
"Maybe he has to be asleep to turn," Sam added.
"What the hell does it matter?" I shouted catching both of them off guard, "look, we've got to find some way to help him, some legend we missed or something."
"If there was, don't you think someone we know would've known it?" Dean challenged.
"Well, then we have to look harder until we find something," I said not wanting to give up that easily.
"Le, I don't think we have a choice here anymore," Dean said softly.
"What?"
"I hate to say it, he's a nice guy but part of him is…" he started until I cut him off.
"Evil?"
"Yeah," Dean nodded and I couldn't help but think if it came down to it, if we couldn't save Sam, Dean was going to be the one to put the final nail in his coffin.
I fought you for so long, I should have let you in, oh how we regret those things we do. And all I was trying to do was save my own skin but so were you.
"Leah?"
"Michael, where are you?"
"I…I don't know where I am."
"Well, do you see any street signs?"
"Um…yeah, yeah, Middle Point."
"Alright, hold on, we're coming to get you. Just stay where you are."
SUPERNATURAL- General Point of View
The four of them stood in Michael's living room with Dean's gun laying on the table.
"I don't remember anything. I probably killed someone last night, didn't I?" Michael asked but Leah was unable to answer.
"There's no way to know yet," Sam replied.
"Is there something else we can try to make it go away?" Michael asked hopefully looking at each of their faces.
"We'll find something," Leah spoke up wanting to desperately believe the words that were coming out of her mouth, "I mean, there's got to be some answer, somewhere."
"That's not entirely true. Michael, you deserve to know. We've scoured every source, there's just no cure," Dean told him.
"Is he right?" Michael asked looking over to Leah but she just stands and walks over to the window trying to hold her tears.
"We could lock you up at night, but…when you bust out, and some night you will, someone else dies. I'm sorry. I am," Dean continued.
"So, I guess that's all there is to it then," Michael said staring at the gun on the table.
"Stop it, don't talk like that," Leah said turning from her spot at the window.
"Leah, I don't want to hurt anyone else. I don't want to hurt you," Michael admitted grabbing the gun from the table and walking over so he was standing right in front of her.
"Put that down," Leah told him with as much authority in her voice that she could.
"I can't do it myself. I need you to help me," Michael said turning the gun around so that Leah could grab it.
"Michael…no," Leah said not moving her hands from her side.
"Leah, I'm a monster."
"You don't have to be. We can find a way, alright? I can. I'm going to save you," Leah said as the tears started to fall from her eyes.
"You tried. I know you tried but this is all there is left. Help me, Leah. I want you to do it. I want it to be you."
"I can't," Leah said shaking her head.
"I don't want to die, I don't. But I can't live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please, I'm asking you to save me," Michael pleased with the last words coming out barely over a whisper.
Dean walked over and took the gun out of Michael's hand. Not being able to take what was happening Leah walked off into the other room with both brothers following behind. She leaned against the wall as she choked back the sobs coming from deep inside of her. Sam went to console her but she pushed him away.
"Leah…I'm sorry," Dean said with a guilty heart thinking that he was the one who made her stay with the guy in the first place.
"No, you're right," Leah cried as she forcefully wiped away some tears with the back of her hand, "he's right."
"Angel, I've got this one," Dean said with gun in hand, "I'll do it."
"He asked me to," Leah shook her head pulling out her own gun from the small of her back.
"You don't have to," Sam with tears in his own eyes wanting to protect his little sister from the world.
"Yes I do, just wait here," she said giving one last grief stricken look at he brother before walking back into the other room.
Dean and Sam stood in silence, both of their hearts breaking that they couldn't have protected her from this when a single gun shot rang through the air and Dean let a tear fall for the spark he knew would be gone in his sister's eye.