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Can you believe it? We made it to the season two finale! Just like I did at the end of season one, if anyone can go through and can correctly name the artist and song for each of Leah's ring tones I used, I will write a one shot sisfic of their choice =) ((A little hint…there are nine different songs))
I know the finale was split into two episodes but I made it one long wonderful chapter, so the next chapter will be the start of season three! I can't thank everyone enough for their reviews! Each one gives me the motivation to write the next chapter!
Chapter 41- Last Resort, Goodbye Time
Did you ever have one of those days that the moment you woke up you knew it was going to be an awesome day? You know, one of those days that you forget everything that has been weighing on your mind and just live in the moment, one of those days that just the sun shining brightly in the sky brings a smile to your face. Today was that day for me and I was convinced that there was nothing that could bring me down.
The radio in the motel room was turned up as loud as it could go without me getting a complaint from management as I danced around the room singing along song after song that was on while my brothers were out getting a new battery pack for Sam's laptop.
"It's not what I'm used to, just wanna try you on. I'm curious for you, caught my attention. I kissed a girl and I liked it," I belted out dancing around foolishly only realizing when I turned around that both brothers were standing there watching me. Sam was trying to hide a smile and coughing back a laugh while Dean's mouth hung open. But, like I said, nothing was going to bring down my good mood so I jumped on Dean's bed and continued to dramatically sing in my awesome microphone, my hairbrush. "The taste of her cherry chap stick. I kissed a girl just to try it…"
This time I was cut off by Sam switching the radio off while Dean still stood there with his mouth still hanging open like some fish.
"I think that's enough Katy Perry for today," Sam smirked tossing me the remote control, "why don't you find something to watch on TV."
I shrugged kicking my feet out from underneath me causing me to bounce down on the bed. I started flipping through a few channels when I finally saw Dean close his mouth and a look of disgust wash over his face.
"What's got your boxers in a bunch? What they had no pie?" I questioned rolling over on my side so I could see him without getting a crick in my neck.
"Just…don't sing that song," he nearly growled tossing me a bag of sweets before strolling over to the other bed and throwing himself backwards on it. I rolled over again and watched as he took the pillow and screamed into it letting his frustration out.
I didn't understand the problem, maybe my head was stuck in fun-day mode, but I just couldn't work this one out. I would have been surprised if Dean even knew who Katy Perry was, or had even heard her name before and I would have been even more surprised if he knew the song. Asking would be too easy. Where's the fun in that? Exactly, that's no fun at all. I was just going to have to annoy it out of him.
"I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her…" I started singing again, bopping my head along with the music in my head when I was suddenly hit with a pillow…hard.
"I said enough," Dean grounded out before storming into the bathroom, slamming the door and turning the shower on. He then proceeded to yell out in frustration, "Now I feel dirty!"
"Didn't he shower this morning?" I asked Sam still not fully comprehending what was going on. Sam laughed and shook his head apparently he had figured it out. "What?"
"Leah, what's one of a guy's most major turn-ons?"
I thought about it for a minute but still didn't have any clue what that had to do with Dean showering in the middle of the day, "Handcuffs, high heels and a four post bed?"
Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that." Shuttering at what I had just said he continued with a slight laugh, "You just ruined Dean's main fantasy."
It took me a minute but then it clicked, "Ew! Ok, there are just some things a sister just doesn't need to know!"
Sam laughed harder putting his laptop back in its case after making sure the new battery worked and I went back to flipping through the channels trying desperately to forget about the conversation we just had. Of course, I was very interested in what turned guys on, my brothers, not so much, I would rather listen to nails on a chalkboard.
"It's on!" I squealed excitedly lying down on my stomach with my feet swinging back and forth behind me.
Sam came over and joined me on the bed with his back resting against the headboard and his gigantic skis, that he called feet, by my head. Lucky for me he still had his shoes on. We were still sitting like that, totally engrossed in the movie, when Dean came out of the bathroom. He took one look at us and then one at the television before sitting on the other side of me mirroring Sam. Sitting here with both my brothers, watching my favorite movie of all time, with a bag full of candy was as close to heaven that I could imagine.
I couldn't help the huge smile that formed on my lips as Dean wiggled his toes to the beat of the music when they started singing We're Off To See The Wizard. The Wizard of Oz had always been that one movie that I would easily place myself into as well as everyone around me. Glinda, the good witch of the north, I always thought would be what my mom would be like if she was alive. Kind, soft spoken and beautiful. Dad was my tin man; strong with a heart that belonged to his family. Dean was my cowardly lion; always there to protect me. Sam was my scarecrow, my best friend and all around brainiac. This leaves us with me, Dorothy, who spent the whole time looking to go home only to realize she was already there.
I started to get that lump in my throat the one you get when you're on the verge of tears but trying everything in your power to keep them in. It was an almost automatic response from me every time she clicked her heels together and repeated the phrase, 'there no place like home.' Even staring at the back of my head, Dean knew my mood had changed, and just as the credits started to roll he threw his arm around my legs, locking them in place before tickling the bottom of my feet. Squirming to get free, and most likely looking like fish flopping around on dry land, I successfully pushed Sam off the bed who only turned around and sat on my back.
"You know what I want to hear," Dean taunted but under the weight of Sam and the laughter that was erupting from deep inside of me, I could barely breathe let alone speak.
"Maybe she likes it," Sam added and I thought for a brief, fleeting second I might be able to breathe again when he got off me but no, I was wrong. The evil Sasquatch thought it would be fun to join in and started tickling my sides.
With his weight no longer on me I was able to threaten them though it did little good, "If…you…don't stop…I'll pee…your bed!"
"Not my bed," Sam smirked as he continued to find just the right spot on my sides to make me twitch like I was being electrocuted.
"And I'll sleep in the Impala if I have to," Dean added.
"Fine!" I shouted and the tickling stopped long enough for me to catch my breath though Dean still had my legs locked in place with his one arm. "Dean Winchester is a God and he is the best big brother ever!"
Satisfied with my answer my legs were finally free but as I went to get up Sam pinned me back down on the bed and started tickling me again.
"Seriously?!" I whined but even as annoyed and aggravated as I was I couldn't stop the laughter from coming out.
"What do I care if Dean is a God?" Sam asked switching from my sides to my feet.
"Fine, Sam Winchester is a Mensa genius and the best younger older brother!" I spit out quickly wanting nothing more than to be able to breathe again.
"Mensa genius?" Sam questioned with an eyebrow raised while I laid sprawled out on the bed trying to catch my breath.
"Well," Dean smirked getting off the bed and straightening out his shirt, "not everyone can be a God, Sammy."
"Right," Sam said sarcastically and I could tell he was suppressing an eye roll.
"When we going to eat dinner?" I asked getting off the bed and fixing my now very messy hair.
"Now, I'm starving," Dean answered pulling his boots on, "I think I saw a diner about ten minutes up the road and grab your stuff we'll hit the road after we eat."
I've been trying to do it right. I've been living a lonely life. I've been sleeping here instead. I've been sleeping in my bed.
"Hurry up, we'll be in the car," Dean told me as he and Sam left the room.
"Hello?" I answered my cell phone not checking the caller ID. You would really think by now I would have learned but apparently not.
"Hey senorita!"
I threw my head back, closed my eyes tight and took a deep breath. "What's up Ash?"
"Well, you left so quickly I didn't get a chance to ask you out on a date." I could hear Ellen in the background, "Take pity on him Leah, the poor boy even went out and bought a new watch."
"You bought a new watch?" I asked confused. When most people got ready for a date if they bought anything at all I would think maybe a new shirt or even invest in a haircut but a watch?
"Hell yeah! It has a calculator, a compass, a calendar, glows in the dark and has a lifetime warranty!"
"Does it tell time?" I asked as I threw my hairbrush into my bag.
"Of course it does," he laughed.
"Well, look Ash my brothers are waiting for me and you know how Dean can get, I've got to go," and with that I hung up. Both brothers were really waiting for me but I was trying to get off the phone before he remembered the real reason he called.
I considered Ash a good friend and even with our night of drunken, one time only sex. I was hoping we could forget about that and go back to the witty banter we used to have. I wasn't the dating type like he wanted, sure I went out on dates but with different people, and I was not the one to be settling down or even tying myself down to one person.
Swinging my duffel over my shoulder and double checking one more time we didn't forget anything I made my way out to the Impala, where as expected, Dean was waiting impatiently, strumming his fingers on the top of the steering wheel.
"About time," he muttered as I slid into the backseat and tossed my bag on the floor.
"One more minute and he would have left without you," Sam said glancing over his shoulder at me.
"Please, you two would be lost without me," I stated believing every word I said until both of them busted out laughing. Flicking the back of both of their heads I settled back in my seat and thought about what I was going to get at the diner.
Salad? No, that leafy stuff was for rabbits and well, Sam. Sandwich? Maybe. But then what kind? Turkey, ham, roast beef, all three? Burger? Sounded good but I knew that's what Dean would be getting so if I really wanted some I could trade him half of whatever I was getting. Soup? Who was I kidding, I was not soup person. Pasta? Always a hit or miss, some places overcook it to the point it is mush and other places don't cook it enough and you could chip a tooth on your first bite.
"Leah!" Sam yelled waving a hand in front of my face.
"What?" I was so lost in thought about what I was going to get I didn't realize we were there.
"I'm going in to grab our food; Dean wants to get on the road, what do you want?"
"Turkey sandwich with cheese, little mayo, extra pickles and a side of fries," I finally decided and saw Dean roll his eyes probably due to the fact that's what I usually got after spending a good half hour checking over the menu and trying to decide what I wanted. But really, who knows, maybe one day I'll try something new and surprise the hell out of both of them.
"Don't forget the extra onions this time," Dean reminded Sam as he tossed him some cash.
"Dude, we're the ones that are going to have to ride in the car with your extra onions," Sam objected folding the money and sticking it in his pocket but Dean just innocently smiled at him.
"Hey! See if they have any pie," Dean called out as Sam got out of the car.
"Oh, and strawberry ice cream!" I added excitedly.
"With whipped cream, I know," Sam yelled back before walking into the diner.
"Love me some pie," Dean mumbled settling back in his seat and turning the music up a little.
"Love me some ice cream," I nodded leaning forward resting my chin next to his shoulder and closing my eyes to envision the nice big Styrofoam bowl with three scoops of strawberry goodness topped with the fluffiest whipped cream and a cherry set perfectly on top.
That's when the radio started to cut out, Dean tapped it a few times before looking over to me, "If you broke my radio with that thing you plugged into it so help me God Leah I'll kick your ass."
But the second I opened my eyes they were glued to the diner, the very empty diner that my brother had just walked into. "Dean!" I shouted stumbling over my feet trying to get out the backdoor quick enough.
I ran to the side door where Sam had entered not caring that I was splashing through the puddles and soaking the bottom of my pants. I swung the door open and froze in my spot. Dean moved me out of the way and entered the diner gun raised and eyes wide in horror. There were bodies everywhere, throats slit so deep you could see their spinal cords and it looked like none of them even fought back. He made his way further into the diner checking for Sam but I still couldn't move. I was staring at a man who was lying dead on his plate of food and I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. What if Sammy was lying in here dead? What if today was the last day I got to spend with him? Why didn't I do anything to stop it?
"Demons were here, there's sulfur in the back," Dean informed me walking out from the backroom, "they took Sam."
"No," I whispered shaking my head. They didn't take Sam we were right outside.
"Leah he's not here, we need to move and find him," Dean ordered in a tone I knew better than to argue with but I still couldn't get my feet to move.
"No," I shook my head again my eyes still on the poor man, Sam was here and I wasn't leaving without him.
"Leah, look at me," Dean instructed and when I didn't he moved into my line of sight so I had no choice but to look at him, "Sam is not here, we're going to find him but I need you to move."
I gave a slight nod so that he knew I heard him and turned to walk numbly back to the car. This wasn't right, we shouldn't be leaving. Obviously, I was going too slowly for Dean who ended up throwing me over his shoulder, carrying me the rest of the way to the car and placing me in the front seat.
"Call Bobby," Dean told me as he backed out of the parking spot and started speeding down the highway but I just watched at the rain droplets run into one another on the window.
"We were right there," I mumbled more to the window than to Dean and to be honest I don't think I knew I said it out loud. "We were right there and we didn't see anything. He was right under our noses and now he's gone. He's…he's gone. He's just gone. Gone. Gone. He's gone," I repeated not wanting to believe a word of it but feeling in the depths of my soul that something was seriously wrong and that if I ever saw my brother again it would be some miraculous miracle.
"Leah, snap out of it!" Dean yelled taking out his cell phone, "We are going to find Sam, you hear me? We are going to find him but I'm going to need you with me on this."
"I didn't…but I should have had a dream, nightmare, premonition, whatever you want to call it, if he was going to get hurt but I didn't. I should have but I didn't," I rambled as Dean talked to Bobby on the phone.
What if this is what dad warned Dean about? Maybe Sam wasn't missing at all, maybe he was the one who murdered all those people, maybe he was the one who left the sulfur behind. No, that couldn't be, I was with him all day and he was fine. He was my Sammy, my slightly annoying, very intelligent, always there for me best friend not some evil being. But maybe he was?
Just the thought of it made my chest tighten and it felt as if my throat was closing. Grasping at the collar of my shirt and pulling it away from my neck I tried to get much needed oxygen into my lungs but with the thoughts of Sam swirling around in my head like a hurricane it was impossible. Dean noticed, immediately hanging up his phone and pulling me over next to him determined to keep driving.
"Leah, you need to breathe, everything's going to be fine I promise you, just breathe angel," he kept repeating until I had finally caught my breath again.
I wanted to believe him, Dean never was one to break promises, but this time was different. A part of me, not matter how small and miniscule, felt that we had already lost Sam.
SUPERNATURAL
Bobby had agreed to meet us half way and at the moment we were parked on the side of the road with a map laid out across the hood of the Impala.
"What's with her?" I heard Bobby ask motioning to me as I sat in the same place Dean had put me eight hours ago still staring out the window.
"Nothing, she's fine," Dean answered but it wasn't clear who he was trying to convince Bobby, himself, or me.
"Well, this is it," Bobby said motioning to the map, "all demonic signs and omens over the past month."
"Are you joking? There's nothing here!" Dean shouted running a hand through his hair.
"Exactly," Bobby nodded.
"Well, come on, there's got to be something! What about the normal, low level stuff? You know, exorcisms, that kind of thing?" Dean questioned ready to take whatever lead we could.
"That's what I'm telling you, there's nothing. It's completely quiet."
"Well, how are we supposed to look for Sam? What, do we just close our eyes and point?" Dean asked letting the anger and worry slip through the reassuring tone I had gotten used to hearing. "We're looking at a three thousand mile haystack here!"
I've been trying to do it right. I've been living a lonely life. I've been sleeping here instead. I've been sleeping in my bed.
"Yeah," I answered softly my movements becoming almost becoming robotic, my mind and emotions slowly shutting down trying to protect myself.
"Listen it's a big negatory on Sam," Ash informed me and I stayed quiet waiting for him to continue while Bobby and Dean watched me closely through the windshield. "But I did find something," Ash whispered into the phone.
"What?"
"I can't talk over this line, Leah, you'll have to come here and see me."
Something switched inside of me and I went from feeling numb and lost to furious in the matter of mere seconds. "I don't have times for your childish business in the front, party in the back games Ash either you tell me what you know or the next time I see you I'll personally castrate you with my .45. You hear me?"
That certainly got Bobby and Dean's attention as they moved around the side of the car. Dean opened the door and knelt in front of me trying to hear the conversation.
"Well, make time, ok? This has nothing to do with me wanting to see you and everything to do with Sam. Not only does this most definitely help you find your brother, this is…it's huge. So get here. Now," Ash demanded in a tone I didn't think was possible to come out of someone who was usually so laid back.
He hung the phone up as I made eye contact with Dean, "We've got to go to the roadhouse."
I had offered Bobby my seat but he just smile and slid into the back as Dean took off towards the roadhouse.
SUPERNATURAL
"What the hell," Dean exclaimed as we pulled up to the roadhouse, or what was left of it, the whole thing was burned to the ground.
"Oh my God," Bobby breathed out as Dean pulled up as far as we could before getting out of the car.
"Watch where you're stepping," Dean told me as I walked to where the door used to be.
I had just talked to Ash a few hours ago, the fire was recent and some pieces were still smoking. There was a random boot, a half melted gun and cowboy hat that had been charred within my line of sight.
"Do you see Ellen or Jo?" Dean asked Bobby who was on the other side of the bar as he kept close to me.
"No," Bobby shoot his head, "No, Ash either."
"Jo's working a job in Maryland," I remembered having talked to her a few days prior. That's when something shiny caught my eye and I moved over to take a better look. "Oh, God."
"What?" Dean questioned following my line of sight.
"It's Ash," I whispered recognizing the watch he was telling me about. The thought that I would never see him again and never be able to tease him brought tears to my eyes.
"This is…" Bobby trailed off not knowing what to say as we made our way back to the car.
"What the hell did Ash know? We've got no way of knowing where Ellen is or if she's even alive. We've got no clue what Ash was going to tell us. Now, how the hell are we going to find Sam?" I asked trying to keep my temper in check as well as remembering to breathe because the last thing we needed was for me to pass out right now.
"We'll find him," Bobby reassured when I suddenly got a sharp pain behind my eyes. Putting my hand up to my head I groaned in pain and leaned on the car for support.
"Leah?" Dean questioned running around to my side as I shook my head trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
"What was that?" Bobby asked watching me carefully.
"I don't know," I answered truthfully, "A headache?"
"You get headaches like that a lot?" Bobby asked as I rubbed my temples trying to relieve the pain.
"No, it's probably because I haven't eaten. I could have sworn I saw something though," I replied thinking that the lack of sleep and food was making me a little loopy.
"What do mean? Like a vision? Like what Sam gets?" Bobby asked, not knowing about my dreams or premonitions but I never had one while I was awake before if that's what was happening.
"Come on, I'm not some psychic," I tried to brush the questions off but the pain in my head came back more intense than before and I couldn't help but scream out in pain as pictures flashed through my brain like an old movie.
"Leah! Leah?" Dean yelled holding me by the waist to keep me standing, "are you with me?"
"Yeah, I think so," I took a few deep breaths, "I saw Sam. I saw him, Dean."
"It was a vision," Bobby stated.
"Yeah, I don't know how, but yeah. Whew, that's about as fun as drinking all night and then going on the tilt-o-wheel," I commented letting my head fall to the side and rest on Dean's shoulder. Poor Sam, these vision things sucked ass.
"What else did you see?" Bobby asked as Dean moved so he was leaning against the car.
"Uh…" I closed my eyes, "There was a bell and then Sam."
"What kind of bell?" Bobby continued questioning and if it wasn't a matter of finding Sam I would have told him to shove it where the sun doesn't shine. Those few seconds were exhausting.
"A bell, Bobby, I don't know. A big bell with an engraving on it," I answered trying to remember exactly what it was, "some kind of tree, I think."
"An oak tree?" Bobby questioned.
"Yeah, exactly," I nodded.
"I know where Sam is."
SUPERNATURAL
Night had fallen as Bobby sat in the front seat and directed Dean where to go, even to a drive thru that he insisted we went to before he would give anymore directions. After eating as much of the food as I could I laid down in the backseat and closed my eyes thinking about all the memories we had in this car.
"Leah, I'm not joking if you and Sam don't get along I'll drop you both on the side of the road!" Dean threatened, his face getting red with anger and frustration.
"She's the one giving me wet willies!" Sam exclaimed, "Why can't I sit up front with you?"
"Because I said so!" Dean yelled turning the music up to try and drown us out. I just looked over at Sam and stuck my tongue out. In my world, I had won.
Dean turned onto another road and the car went over a bump making me hit my head on the back of the seat.
"You are going to ruin Dean's car!" I screamed at Sam who was driving through an open field as I held onto the door trying to brace myself every time he hit another bump.
"We're both going to be dead if we don't get back before dad gets home. You're a smart girl, Le, what's the fastest way between two points?" Sam questioned swerving around a hay bale.
"I know a straight line but I think I would rather dad yell at us for not being home than Dean when he realizes you destroyed his car!" I argued, wincing every time we hit another bump.
"Stop being overdramatic, nothing's going to happ…" he stopped when we heard the loud bang and the familiar shake of the car that told us he had popped a tire.
"We are so dead," I shook my head in my hands.
It started raining again; a constant beating on the roof told me it was pouring without even having to open my eyes.
"Come on, we're going to be late for school," Sam complained standing with the backdoor open, holding an umbrella to protect himself from the rain.
"No," I crossed my arms defiantly, "I am not going out there I'll get all wet!"
"You have to get out, we have to go to school!" Sam argued.
"So go, I'll stay here!" I protested scooting myself along the seat to be further away from him.
"Little girl, you need to go to school," dad spoke up from the front seat.
"But I'll melt!" I exclaimed.
Dad stifled a laugh and pointed to where Dean was standing by the entrance of the school, "Dean walked over there without an umbrella and he is fine. Now it's time to go."
"Fine," I huffed pushing Sam out of the way and taking his umbrella. My dad was about to scold me I turned on my heels and stated, "I'm sweeter than Dean, let Sam melt."
The car came to a stop and I sat up seeing that we were at a nature made roadblock with shrubs and fallen trees blocking our path.
"Looks like the rest of the way is on foot," Bobby announced getting out of the car.
Dean and I followed suit making our way to the trunk, the three of us loading up as many weapons as we could.
"Let's go," Dean said slamming the trunk shut, "Leah, stay close."
I nodded in agreement walking through the woods at night in the pouring rain wasn't my idea of a good time. I hated hiking with a passion and I could feel a blister start to form on my heel after we had walked about a mile. My hair was sticking to my face from a mixture of rain and sweat, my boots felt like they each weighed five pounds and I was pretty sure I had just stepped over the biggest snake I had ever seen but nothing was going to stop me. Sam was alive and he was on the other side of these woods. Everything was going to be alright as long as I kept walking.
"Shh…shh…shh," Bobby hushed us though we weren't talking and we both stopped and looked over to him. "Did you hear that?"
I strained my ears trying to hear whatever it was that Bobby thought he heard but all I could hear was the rain pouring down around us.
"What?" Dean questioned apparently not hearing it either.
"We're close, I swore I heard people talking."
As soon as the words left Bobby's mouth Dean and I picked up the pace to a slight jog weaving in and out of the bushes and jumping over tree stumps. I could see the clearing just ahead and as I stepped out into the small deserted town there he was, my Sammy, standing right in the middle.
"Sam," I smiled stopping for a second to catch my breath.
"Leah! Dean!" Sam smiled back holding his right arm as if it had been dislocated.
"Sam, look out!" Dean yelled as a man in uniform came up behind Sam and stabbed him in the back.
"No!" I screamed taking my .45 out of my waistband and shooting at the guy as he ran away but the instant tears made my vision blurry and I missed every time.
Bobby ran after the man and Dean got to Sam just as he fell to his knees.
"Sam, hey! Come here, let me look at you," Dean told him trying to keep him conscious but his head was bobbing from side to side.
I slid to the ground next to Dean and put my hand over the wound to try and see how bad it was and when I pulled my hand away the whole thing was covered in blood.
"Dean," I swallowed hard and showed him my hand before putting it back over the wound.
"Hey, look at me. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, alright?" Dean tried to reassure Sam as he held him up though my heart broke into a million pieces as the seconds ticked by. "We're going to patch you up, ok? You're going to be as good as new and carrying around her pain in the ass in no time. I'm going to take care of you. I've got you."
"De, fix it, you have to do something, fix him!" I cried not wanting to believe this was happening but knowing deep down that this was the end. There was no fixing this we were too late.
The moment Sam's eyes shut and his whole body slumped into Dean's I knew it was over.
"No, no, no, no, no," Dean started to cry as well, "Sam!"
The three of us huddled on the muddy ground, Dean's and my own tears mixing with the rain as fell from above, this was it this was the end.
SUPERNATURAL
Two whole days had passed since my world fell apart. It was two days of tears, of anger, of disbelief, of silence and a whole lot of alcohol. Dean sat at Sam's bedside in an old cabin not too far from where we had found him with a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. I leaned against the wall in disbelief my whole body shaking not being able to comprehend what had happened, my brother, my best friend was dead.
"Hey guys, I brought some chicken," Bobby announced as he walked through the front door with a container of takeout.
"No, thanks. I'm fine," Dean replied.
"You should eat something, you both should," Bobby tried, looking over to us with sympathy in his eyes.
"I said I'm fine," Dean repeated a little louder than last time getting off his chair and joining Bobby in the small dining area.
"Dean…I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time…we bury Sam?" Bobby asked as gently as anyone could.
"No," I heard Dean answer softly.
"Well, we could maybe…"
"What? Torch his corpse? Not yet," Dean cut him off and I flinched just thinking about having to burn Sam on a pyre like we did our dad.
"I want you and you're sister to come with me," Bobby stated in a soft but firm parental tone.
"I'm not going anywhere and she isn't leaving my sight," Dean replied.
"Dean, please," Bobby begged, "Your sister is almost catatonic, just come back to my place for awhile."
"She's fine," Dean answered moving so he could look in on me before returning to where he and Bobby were talking, "Why don't you cut me some slack?"
"I got to admit I could use your help. Something big is going down…end of the world big."
"Well then let it end!" Dean hollered and I heard a glass shatter.
"You don't mean that."
"You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think she has? I'm done with it. All of it. And so is she. And if you know what's good for you, turn around, and get the hell out of here," Dean yelled as I slid to the floor and rested my chin on my knees. "Go! I'm sorry, please, just go."
"You know where I'll be," Bobby said softly before walking out the front door.
Dean walked back in the room and over to me, leaning down to kiss the top of my head and rustle my hair before taking his post back in his chair next to Sam.
Death. That word had become all too common in our life but it wasn't until recently I realized how final it was. I always thought of us a tripod of sorts and without one leg the whole thing would be broken and useless. We didn't know how to stand on two legs without falling over. I suppose we learned to when Sam went to college but he was never actually gone, just somewhere else and now, now I sat here feet away from his dead, cold body and I felt completely lost.
I rested my forehead on my knees and closed my eyes, I don't know how long I sat like that for but I almost jumped when Dean started talking, thinking I was asleep.
"You know, when we were little…you couldn't have been more than five…you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? Why couldn't he take Leah with him?" I heard him chuckle a little. "I remember I begged you quit asking Sammy. Man, you don't want to know. I just wanted you to be a kid…just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you…keep you safe…dad didn't even have to tell me. It's like I had one job…I had one job…and I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry. I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let dad down. I let Leah down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too? How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?" Dean choked out an angry sob.
I didn't think it was possible for my heart to break anymore than it already was but hearing Dean in so much pain, hearing him blame himself, only further crumbled the pieces. I played with the charm on my necklace, thinking about what my dad would do, that's when a plan started to form in my head and the only thing I had to do was wait for Dean to fall asleep. About an hour later I lifted my head to see him passed out in the chair, the bottle of whiskey hanging loosely in his fingertips.
I pulled myself up on my feet and swayed for a minute before I got my balance. Tip toeing over to Dean I reached carefully into his pocket and grabbed the keys to the Impala.
"I'm sorry," I whispered taking one last look at Sam, "I'm going to fix this, I'm going to fix all of this."
As soon as I turned the car on I peeled out of the small driveway not knowing if I would have woken Dean or not. Fishtailing around a couple of turns I finally found what I was looking for, quickly getting out of the car and throwing the items I needed into a box I dug a small hole and buried it.
Just when I thought it didn't work a man in blazer appeared and flashed his red eyes, "Leah, it's so good to see you. Following in daddy's footsteps I see. Let me guess you want to make a deal. Little Sammy back from the dead, and let me guess, you're offering up your own soul?"
"There are a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on it and it's all yours," I answered my voice coming out shakier than I wanted it to, "And all you have to do is bring Sam back. And give me ten years…ten years, and then you come for me."
"You must be joking," the demon laughed taking a step closer to me.
"It's the same deal you give everybody else."
"You're not everybody else," he argued before muttering in my ear, "Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul. It's too tarnished, anyway."
"Nine years," I offered not knowing of any other way to fix this and I had to, I had to fix this.
"No."
"Eight."
"You keep going, I'll keep saying no."
"Ok, five years. Five years, and my bill comes due. That's my last offer…five years or no deal," I stated with as much confidence as I could muster up because let's be honest I was willing to die on the spot if it meant bringing Sam back.
"Then no deal," the man shrugged and started to walk away, "make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinking up the joint."
"Wait!" I called him back suddenly fully understanding everything my dad had ever done and said.
He turned around and smirked, "It's a fire sale and everything must go. What do you say buy one, get one?"
"What do I have to do?" I asked trying to run a hand through my hair but it was so matted from the rain that I wasn't able to.
"First of all, quit groveling. Needy girls are such a turnoff. Look, I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble but what can I say? I got a blind spot for you, Leah. You're like a…kitten. You're just too fun to play with," he sighed deeply, "I'll do it."
"You'll bring him back?" I asked not sure if I should trust what I was hearing.
"I will. And because I'm such a saint, I'll give you one year and one year only. But here's the thing, I know you're a hunter so if you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Not only does Sam drop dead and is back to rotten meat in no time but I'll take Dean from you as well. So? It's a better deal than your dad ever got. What do you say?"
I grabbed onto the front of his blazer and pulled him in for kiss wanting to seal the deal before he changed his mind.
SUPERNATURAL
"Sammy?" I called out running back into the cabin and stopping in my tracks when I saw him standing next to a very confused looking Dean.
"Hey," he answered. That's all it took as I flung myself at him, hugging him tightly and when he wrapped his arms around me I only squeezed tighter. "Ow. Uh, freckles?"
"I'm sorry," I smiled using the back of my hand to wipe away a few tears that had escaped, "I'm sorry I'm just happy to see you up and around, that's all."
"Alright, everybody sit down," Dean instructed taking a seat at the small table. You could see he was trying to work out in his head what had just happened and the second he did I got shot the nastiest death glare you could imagine.
"Guys, what happened to me?" Sam asked looking between Dean's angry face and my content one.
"Well, what do you remember?" I questioned not wanting to give more information than I had to at that particular moment.
"I saw you two and Bobby, and I felt this pain. This sharp pain like…like, white-hot, you know, and then you started running at me, and…that's about it."
"Yeah, that army guy stabbed you in the back. You lost a lot of blood. It was pretty touch and go for awhile," I answered praying Dean would wait until later and when we were alone before blowing up on me.
"But Dean, you can't patch up a wound that bad," Sam argued turning to look at Dean who had his jaw clenched shut.
"No, Bobby could," I spoke up quickly, "Who was that guy, anyway?"
"His name's Jake. Did you get him?" Sam asked looking anxiously between the both of us.
I looked over to Dean begging him with my eyes to say something before Sam picked up on his hostility. Finally he gave in, "no, he disappeared into the woods."
"We got to find him and I swear I'm going to tear that son of a bitch apart," Sam seethed quickly standing up.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, Van Damme. You just woke up, alright? Let's get you something to eat, huh?" Dean suggested and Sam nodded.
"And I'm going to go shower," I announced noticing for the first time how much dirt was caked onto my body.
While I waited for the water to get hot I peeled the dirty clothes from my body and threw my jeans in the garbage not wanting the blood stain as a reminder of the events that unfolded. Stepping into the scolding water I felt every muscle in my body completely relax, I had done it, I had fixed everything and no matter how much Dean yelled and threatened to kick my ass, it was all worth it.
Feeling like a new person I exited the bathroom with a cloud a steam following me when I heard Sam ask, "Well did you call the roadhouse? Do they know anything?"
"Yeah," Dean shifted his weight on his feet.
"Dean…what is it?" Sam asked feeling left out of the loop.
"The roadhouse burned to the ground," I answered making my presence known as I leaned against the wall, "Ash is dead. Probably Ellen…a lot of other hunters, too."
"Demons?" Sam questioned quietly taking it all in.
"Yeah, we think so," Dean nodded losing the anger in his eyes for a brief second.
"We think because Ash found something," I added with a slight chuckle thinking about the last conversation I ever had with him and how it wasn't the greatest.
"What did he find?" Sam probed hoping to get more information and off the topic of our dead friends.
"Bobby's working on that right now," Dean replied taking a long swig from the bottle of soda that was on the table.
"Well, come on then. Bobby's only a few hours away," Sam stood up ready to leave.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop, Sam, stop," I got off the wall and put my hands on his shoulders, "Damn it, you almost died in there. I mean, what would we have…you just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just for a little bit?"
"I'm sorry, babe, but no," Sam moved me to the side and headed out to the car. I took one look at Dean who just shook his head before grabbing my stuff and following them to the car.
SUPERNATURAL
The astonished look on Bobby's face as he opened the door was enough for me to realize I would be getting an earful from him as well.
"Hey, Bobby," I smiled innocently hoping to smooth over some rough edges.
"Hey, Bobby," Sam greeted a little confused on why he hadn't invited us in the door yet.
"Sam. It's good to see…you up and around," Bobby replied eyeing Dean and myself.
"Yeah, well, thanks for patching me up," Sam clasped his hand down on Bobby's shoulder before making his way into the house.
"Don't mention it," Bobby mumbled as Dean and I walked in as well.
"Well Sam's better and we're back in it now, so…what do you know?" Dean asked.
Bobby stared down the both of us, "Well, I found something but I'm sure what the hell it means."
"What is it?" Sam asked as Bobby led us into his study.
"Demonic omens…like a frickin' tidal wave. Cattle deaths, lightening storms, they skyrocketed out of nowhere. Here," he circled Wyoming on his map, "All around here, except for one place…southern Wyoming."
"Wyoming?" I asked confused.
"Yeah, that one area's totally clean…spotless. It's almost as if…" Bobby trailed off.
"What?" Sam questioned.
"The demons are surrounding it," Bobby suggested as if he wasn't sure of himself.
"But you don't know why?" Dean brought up.
"No," Bobby shook his head, "and by this point my eyes are swimming. Sam, would you take a look at it? Maybe you could catch something I couldn't."
"Yeah, sure," Sam moved to sit at the old desk that was covered in different maps, notes and books.
"Come on, you two," Bobby motioned to the backdoor, "I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug 'em in."
"Yeah," Dean smiled evilly understanding Bobby's plan.
I took a deep breath and followed them out into the junkyard far enough away from the house that we knew Sam wouldn't be able to hear what we were talking about. When Bobby and Dean turned at the same time to face me, this was it, I was going to get my ass handed to me.
"You stupid asses! What did you two do? What did you do?!" Bobby bellowed.
"I didn't do anything! I woke up and Sam is sitting up in bed staring at me and this one," Dean hollered waving an arm in my direction, "this one and my car are gone!"
"You made a deal for Sam, didn't you?" Bobby yelled and no matter how much I had tried to prepare for this I would have been lying if I said they weren't intimidating. "How long did they give you?"
"Guys," I tried to cool them down a little before one of them blew a gasket.
"How long?!" Dean shouted the little vein in his forehead making its appearance.
"One year," I muttered.
"Damn it, Leah," Bobby cursed.
"Which is why we got to find this yellow-eyed son of a bitch. That's why I'm going to kill him myself. I have nothing to lose now, right?" I questioned trying to get them back in hunting mode but it was no use.
Dean grabbed the front of my jacket and pushed me back into one of the rusty cars, getting right in my face, "I could throttle you!"
"And send me downstairs ahead of schedule?" I asked mentally kicking myself as soon as the words left my mouth, this was not the time for jokes.
"What is wrong with you Winchesters, huh?" Bobby spoke up as Dean eventually released his hold on me, "You, your dad, you're both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit."
"That's my point!" I shouted back, "Dad saved Dean and I got a better deal than he did! I saved Sam AND got one more year. At least this way it's like my life could mean something, you know? Like I would have a greater purpose."
"What? And it didn't before?! Have you got that low of an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?!" Bobby yelled taking my arm and shaking me.
"I couldn't let him die!" I argued ripping my arm out of his grasp as tears started to form in my eyes, "I couldn't he's my brother."
"How do you think he's going to feel when he knows you're going to hell?" Dean asked wiping a hand over his face, "I know how I felt when dad went for me and that's not fair to put that on him."
"Look, you can scream at me all you want, you can take a shot at me if you have to," I put my hands up, "but please, whatever you do, don't tell him."
"I'm going to get you out of it, you hear me?" Dean asked taking my chin in his hand so I had no option but to look at him, "If it is the last thing I do, I'm going to get you out of it."
I wanted to protest, to fight to my death so that he wouldn't go poking his nose around and end up killing both him and Sam but we heard a noise from somewhere else in the junkyard. Dean pushed me behind him as the three of us ducked behind a car. I saw a shadow on a neighboring car and pointed it out to Dean who nodded. As the shadow got closer Dean and Bobby jumped out from our hiding place to grab whatever it was.
"Ellen?" I heard Dean ask and that's when I stood up as well wanting to see with my own eyes that she had made it out alive.
"Ellen," I smiled pushing Dean out of the way and pulling her into a hug which she eagerly returned.
SUPERNATURAL
Bobby poured Ellen a shot glass full of holy water and slid it across the table to her.
She easily caught it and held it up, "Bobby is this really necessary?"
Just a belt of holy water, shouldn't hurt," he replied. As much as I wanted to believe it was Ellen I saw the roadhouse and we couldn't be too careful.
She lifted the glass to her lips and swallowed it with no problem before sliding back across the table to Bobby, "Whiskey now, if you wouldn't mind."
"Ellen, what happened? How did you get out?" I asked moving to sit on Sam's lap and I saw Dean give a small smile.
"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else. But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck," she picked up the shot glass full of whiskey and downed it before continuing, "anyway, that's when Ash called, panic in his voice. He told me to look in the safe then the call cut out. By the time I got back, the flames were sky-high, and everybody was dead. I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes."
"Sorry, Ellen," Sam sympathized as he loosely put his arm around my waist.
"A lot of good people died in there and I got to live," she scoffed, "lucky me."
"Ellen, you mentioned a safe?" Bobby brought up.
"A hidden safe we keep in the basement," she confirmed.
"Demons get what was in it?" Bobby questioned and I almost wanted to hit the man for being so insensitive, give the poor woman a minute to breathe and maybe a few more shots of whiskey.
"No," she shook her head and pulled out a large piece of paper and handed it over to Dean.
When he unfolded it we saw it was a map with five black X's on it.
"Wyoming? What does that mean?" Dean asked and I knew what that meant. Research time.
We each had our nose stuck in a different book trying to find anything supernatural having to do with Wyoming whether it was history, legends, or even a small sentence stuck somewhere in a forgotten book. I thought I was going to go cross-eyed reading through this one book that had such big words in it that I had to look them up in the dictionary just to figure out what it was saying.
"I don't believe it," Bobby remarked walking over to the map with the book he was reading out of.
"Please tell me you got something," I begged rubbing my tired eyes.
"A lot more than that. Each of these X's is an abandoned frontier church…all nineteenth century and all of them built by Samuel Colt," he pointed out the places on the map.
"Samuel Colt?" Dean repeated, "The demon-killing, gun making Samuel Colt?"
"Yep and there's more he built private railway lines connecting church to church. It just so happens to lay out like this," he explained connecting the X's by the railways with a black marker.
"Tell me that's not what I think it is," Dean spoke first staring at the star shape Bobby had just drew.
"It's a devil's trap, a 100-square mile devil's trap," I said staring at it in awe.
"That's brilliant," Sam commented, "Iron lines a demon can't cross."
"I've never heard of anything that massive," Ellen confessed.
"No one has," Bobby agreed.
"And after all these years none of the lines are broken? I mean, it still works?" I questioned in disbelief. I mean come on you're trying to tell me that in three hundred years, give or take a few decades, that nothing manmade or some act of nature hasn't broken these lines?
"Definitely," Sam nodded.
"How do you know?" I asked puzzled on why he seemed so sure.
"All those omens Bobby found. I mean the demons, the must be circling and they can't get in," he answered.
"Yeah, well…they're trying," Bobby chimed in.
"Why? What's inside?" Ellen questioned.
"That's what I've been looking for. And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle," Dean pointed to the place on the map.
"Well what's so important abut a cemetery or…what's Colt trying to protect?" Sam said trying to brainstorm what it could be.
"Well, unless…" Dean trailed off. I hated when people did that, obviously you have a thought so if you're going to say it, say the whole thing!
"Unless what?" Bobby asked voicing exactly what I was thinking.
"What if Cold wasn't trying to keep the demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?" Dean finished his thought.
"Well that's a comforting thought," Ellen muttered and I nodded my head in agreement. What could be so horrible and so huge that he needed to build a 100-square mile devil's trap just to keep it in?
"Could they do it Bobby? Could they get inside?" Sam asked the experienced hunter.
"This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across," Bobby replied confidently.
"No," Sam paused looking over to Dean and myself, "but I know who could."
SUPERNATURAL
"I don't understand why we are hiding in the middle of this old ass cemetery in the middle of the fucking night," I grumbled hiding behind a large tombstone with Ellen, "I mean I know we have to take this Jake, army person, dude, out but let's go hunt him down and kill him."
"Would you shut up," Dean growled from a few tombstones over.
Ok, so maybe I was being a little annoying asking every five minutes if we could leave and maybe I should be a little used to cemeteries and just maybe I should start acting tougher because in three hundred and sixty four days I would be going downstairs but no I was cold and I was pretty sure I saw a rat scurrying about.
"This will all be over soon," Ellen whispered in my ear and I gave her a small smile as a thank you for being nice instead of a major asshole like my brother was.
Jake walked through the cemetery a few minutes later and headed right for the mausoleum looking thing just like we had predicted.
"Howdy, Jake," Sam spoke up with his gun pointed at the army man and that was our cue. The rest of us came out from our hiding spots with our own guns raised and ready.
"Wait…you were dead. I killed you," Jake looked at Sam like he was seeing a ghost.
"Yeah, well next time finish the job," Sam smirked.
"I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man," Jake confessed and Sam glanced over to Dean and me, "you can't be alive. You can't be."
"Ok, just take it real easy there, son," Bobby tried to get control of the situation.
"And if I don't?" Jake challenged.
"Wait and see," Sam threatened.
"What, you a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you going to do? Kill me?" Jake basically laughed in Sam's face.
"It's a thought," Sam admitted and I had to say I was impressed.
"You had your chance. You couldn't," Jake continued to argue.
"I won't make that mistake twice," Sam told him the gun aimed right as Jake's heart but all he did was chuckle.
"What are you smiling at, you little bitch?" Dean snapped, finally taking his anger out on someone other than me.
"Hey lady, do me a favor," Jake turned to look at Ellen, "Put that gun to that sweetheart's head." I didn't even have time to react before I felt the cool metal of Ellen's gun pressed against my temple. "See that Ava girl was right, once you give in to it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn. Now don't take it personal sweetie but you shot at me so it's payback."
"Let her go," Sam snarled.
"Leah, I can't move," Ellen told me and I felt her hand shaking try desperately to pull it away.
"Shoot him," I tried to sound authoritative but it came out cracked and weaker than I wanted.
"You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off. Everybody, put your guns down, except you sugar," he winked at Ellen and everyone put them down including me who let it slip out of my fingers, "Ok, thank you."
Jake turned to put the Colt into crypt and Dean grabbed me while Bobby snatched Ellen's gun out of her hand.
"Are you alright?" Dean asked holding me by the shoulders as the lock on the crypt kept turning and I nodded trying to keep a few tears in not wanting him to know how scared I was.
There was four gun shots and I jumped slightly at the noise, looking over Sam was standing behind Jake who had four bullet wounds in his back. Jake fell to the ground, Sam walked around him, and standing over him put three more bullets in his chest.
"Sammy," I whispered taken back by what he had done. Shooting him was one thing, shooting him seven times was overkill and more like something Dean or I would have done not him.
The lock stopped spinning and Bobby breathed out, "Oh, no."
"Bobby, what is it?" Ellen asked.
"It's hell," Bobby replied as Dean walked over and pulled the colt out, "take cover, NOW!"
We all ran and hide behind tombstones as the doors busted open and a large black mass of smoke erupted from deep within.
"What the hell just happened?!" Dean yelled over the noise.
"That's a devil's gate, a damn door to hell," Ellen yelled back getting up from her spot and making her way towards the opening, "Come on! We got to shut that gate!"
I went to move when I felt a presence behind me turning there was yellow-eyes about six feet away.
"Leah!" Dean shouted running towards the two of us with the Colt in hand.
His shouting was enough to draw Sam's attention away from the door that he Bobby and Ellen were trying to close and over to where I was standing.
"A boy shouldn't play with daddy's guns," yellow-eyes shook his head and with a fling of the wrist sent Dean flying into a nearby headstone knocking him out while the Colt flew into yellow-eyes hand.
"Dean!" Sam screamed seeing his head bleeding from the side.
With another fling of the wrist yellow-eyes pinned Sam to a tree, "I'll let you go in a minute, champ. But I'm proud of you…knew you had it in you. Sit a spell," he smirked at me as I flew backwards into the tombstone I had been hiding behind, dislocating my shoulder. "So, Leah…I got to thank you. You see, demons can't resurrect people unless a deal is made. I know, red tape…it'll make you nuts. But thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation," he laughed walking closer to where I was before kneeling down next to me. I could see Dean starting to wake up out of the corner of my eye but I didn't dare look over and draw attention to him. "Now, I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. I liked him better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me, have you ever heard the expression, 'if a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is'?"
"You call that deal good?"
"Well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got. And you never wondered why? I'm surprised at you. I mean…you saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it?" He laughed again, "How certain are you that what you brought back, is one hundred percent pure Sam? Anyway…thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. Until now, anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family." He finished standing up and cocking the colt.
I closed my eyes waiting to hear the sound of the gun and feel the pain as the bullet entered my body but when neither came I opened my eyes. I had to blink a few times to make sure I was seeing correctly, there was my dad fighting against a black blob of smoke and the body the demon was possessing was lying on the ground in front of me. Dean crawled his way over and grabbed the gun out of the man's hand before situating himself so he was between the demon and me.
The demon was stronger than my dad and reentered the man's body, standing up ready to fight but Dean had other plans as he pulled the trigger hitting the demon square in the heart. I watched in shock as he fell to the ground and his yellow eyes dissipated into nothing. Sam fell from the tree he was pinned to and made his way over to us. Helping each other off the ground, Dean and I stood up and froze in our spot when we saw our dad standing in front of us. My hand instantly went to the charm on my necklace as he smiled, walking closer to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. The tears fell silently down my cheeks as he blew me a kiss before nodding to Dean and to Sam. Taking a few steps back, he was engulfed in a bright light before shimmering away.
It was an indescribable feeling, knowing the demon we hunted for the last twenty three years was finally dead and that my dad was no longer down in the depths of hell but hopefully off in a better place with my mom.
"Well, check that off the to-do list," Dean smirked starring down at the body the demon was possessing when he shot it.
"You did it," I smiled proudly over to Dean as I rested my head on Sam's shoulder.
"I didn't do it alone."
"Do you think dad really…do you think he really climbed out of hell?" Sam asked putting his arm around me careful not to put any pressure on my dislocated shoulder.
"The door was open. If anyone's stubborn enough to do it…it would be him," I answered before looking over to Dean, "Where do you think he is now?"
"I don't know," he shook his head.
"I kind of can't believe it. I mean our whole lives, everything…has been prepping for this, and now I," Sam laughed a little, "I kind of don't know what to say."
"Me either," I agreed.
"I do," Dean stated as he knelt down next to the body, "That was for our mom…you son of a bitch."
SUPERNATURAL
"You mother fucking piece of shit," I shouted as Dean popped my shoulder back in on the count of two instead of three.
"Better?" he smirked getting too much satisfaction out of it.
"Peachy," I smiled sarcastically and leaned against the Impala.
"You know, there's still something I don't understand," Sam started.
"How I ended up with all the handsome good looks and all you got were brains?" Dean interrupted as he started wiping some of the dried blood from his face.
"Ha-ha, no. When Jake saw me…it was like he saw a ghost. I mean, hell, you two heard him he said he killed me," Sam finished.
"I'm glad he was wrong," I commented walking around to the trunk and unloading any weapons I still had on me.
"I don't think he was, Leah. What happened…after I was stabbed?" Sam pressed not letting the subject go.
I gave a look to Dean praying he wouldn't say anything and was surprised when he answered, "We already told you."
"Not everything," Sam argued.
"Sam, we just killed the demon for God's sake can we celebrate for even a minute?" I asked trying to change the topic.
"Did I die?" Sam questioned looking between the both of us.
"Oh, come on," I declared getting super annoyed and since when did we start playing twenty questions?
"Did one of you sell your soul for me like dad did?" Sam continued.
"Oh, come on," Dean tried this time but he just wasn't having it.
"Tell me the truth," Sam demanded, "Someone, tell me the truth!"
"Sam…" was all I had to say, the look in my eyes giving more away than words ever could.
"Why would you do that?" Sam's voice cracked as he walked over and pulled me into a hug.
"Because you're my scarecrow," I replied simply.
"How long did you get?" he asked pulling away and holding me at an arm's length so he could look me in the eyes.
"One year, I got one year," I told him glancing over to Dean for a brief second.
"You shouldn't have done that," Sam shook his head.
"What?" I questioned. I literally just saved his life and he was mad at me? "Don't you do that, don't you get mad at me, I had to!"
"I'm your older brother Leah, I'm supposed to be watching out for you, protecting you, that's my job! Not yours! You're my little sister and there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And I don't care what it takes, I'm going to get you out of it," Sam promised.
"I'm with you there," Dean added as Bobby and Ellen joined us.
"Well, the yellow-eyed demon might be dead but a lot more got through that gate," Ellen brought up.
"How many, you think?" Dean asked.
"Hundred, maybe two hundred," Sam answered, "he's unleashed an army."
"Hope to hell you three are ready, cause the war has just begun," Bobby stated.
"Well, then," I smirked throwing my .45 into the trunk of the car, "We got work to do."