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Chapter 42- Secrets and Half Truths

Bobby had offered to take Ellen to where Jo was staying and she graciously agreed leaving the three of us to our own accords. "I say we celebrate," I announced as Dean drove us to find a motel room for the night.

"Yeah, we just let out an army of demons, let's go throw back a couple and celebrate," Dean sneered sarcastically.

"Why don't we get a good night's sleep and then tomorrow, I don't know, we take the day off," Sam suggested and I was a little shocked that he and I were on the same wave length.

"As long as the world doesn't end before then," Dean muttered reaching over and turning the music up to block out anymore conversation.

A day off. I could barely register the significance of the phrase. Sure, we didn't hunt every single day of our lives but the idea to have one day, just one day, where there was no researching and no looking over your shoulder for the next evil creature was a beyond wonderful feeling.

My life finally felt like it had meaning and it only took twenty three years to find. The demon was dead, Sam was alive and my dad was out of hell. What more could I ask for?

That night was the best sleep I had gotten in years. There was no nightmares plaguing my sleep, nothing weighing heavily on my mind and Sam even insisted on sleeping on the pull out couch which meant I got the bed to myself. I woke up before both brothers completely rested and ready for our day of fun but they were both still fast asleep. Figures the one day Sam doesn't have to wake me up or drag me out of bed and he is still sleeping.

I thought of my dad as I played with the charm on my necklace. He had climbed his way out of hell, helped us kill the demon and then shimmered away like some mirage. It was all so surreal and if I wasn't there seeing it with my own two eyes I would have never believed it. I couldn't help but think what happened to him. Did he go up to heaven to be with mom or was he now a spirit wandering the earth?

I couldn't stand not knowing so I changed out of my pajamas and slipped the car keys out of Dean's jacket pocket hoping they would stay asleep until I got back. I drove to the nearest store and ignored the look I got from the teenager as bought an Ouija board. Laughing at myself as I took it to the park and set it down on the picnic table, I closed my eyes and put my fingers on the pointer.

"Dad?" I questioned out loud opening one eye to make sure no one was around.

No answer.

Ok, so maybe I had to concentrate instead of worrying about people thinking I was nine shades of crazy. Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes, my hands still on the pointer and filled my mind with nothing but thoughts of my dad.

"Dad? If you can hear me…if you're around…maybe you can't answer me…could you at least give me some kind of sign?"

Again, no answer. No movement on the board, no birds chirping, not even a slight breeze that would make me think he was still around.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed but then again maybe that meant he was in a better place and that made it ok. I put the board back in the box and tossed it in a nearby garbage can as I walked past it towards the car. I stopped at the liquor store before making my way back to the motel room, opening the door I was met by both brothers looking worried out of their minds. Crap.

"Where the hell did you go?" Dean hollered snatching the car keys out of my hand and shoving them in his jean pocket. "What is this some new thing for you to take my car and not be here when I wake up?"

I really should think before I speak but I couldn't help myself. "Well, I already sold my soul the only thing I have left is my body, so I went and worked the corner for a couple of hours and made a couple hundred bucks." Too soon to joke about it? Definitely. The look of anger on my eldest brother's face was nothing compared to the look of guilt that washed over Sam's. "Relax, guys, I just went to get supplies for our day off," I replied waving the paper bag in the air.

"What do you want to do today?" Sam asked but before I even had the chance to open my mouth Dean answered.

"Research," he stated obviously and I inwardly sighed, "we need to find a way to get Leah out of this deal."

"I agree," Sam nodded and went to pull out his laptop.

"No, no, no, no, no," I stopped him earning confused looks from both brothers, "it's our day off, we are going to celebrate and we are going to have fun and do something that requires little to no brain power."

"Well, my idea of fun is you not going to hell," Dean replied in a tone that was supposed to say 'I'm the oldest you need to listen to me'. Yeah, right big brother, get a grip. "Besides the fact that after last night it should be apocalypse now."

"Look chicken little," I sighed opening the curtains revealing the bright and sunny day it was outside, "the sky isn't falling. We're going to have fun today and if that means beating you with a shoe until you crack a smile then that's what I'm going to have to do."

"Beat him with a shoe?" Sam repeated with an eyebrow raised trying to cover up the smile that was forming in the corner of his lips.

"Shut up, it's the first thing that popped in my head," I swatted at him as I went into the bathroom and brought out three glasses. That's another thing; does anyone else think it's weird that motels keep glasses in the bathroom? I know you can use them after you are done brushing your teeth to wash your mouth out but seriously put them in the room, it's not rocket science people.

I pulled the Captain Morgan out of the brown paper bag and poured us each a drink.

"Yeah and I'm the alcoholic," Dean accused as I handed him his drink.

"Drinking rum before ten a.m. doesn't make you an alcoholic, it makes you a pirate," I smirked raising my glass in a cheers fashion before putting it to my lips and tipping my head back to let the liquid make its way quickly down my throat. Damn, that burned, but was oh so good.

"Alright, pirate, is this what you want to do all day?" Sam asked through a cough after he took his as well. To be honest I hadn't thought about it I just assumed alcohol should be involved.

"We should go somewhere," I decided as I walked over the bedside table and pulled out the little binder the motel provided listing all the closest restaurants and attractions.

"Movies?" Sam suggested.

"Boring," I drew the word out as Dean poured himself another glass and easily swallowed as if it was water. Ok, so the town we were in had nothing exciting. All the attractions had to do with museums or nature hikes and as that might be fun for some it was definitely not my cup of tea. That's when I saw it. "I got it! Miniature golf!"

"Aren't we a little too old for that?" Sam questioned as Dean apparently chose to ignore the two of us.

"How do you get too old for miniature golf?" I asked closing the binder and throwing it back in the drawer. "Come on, it'll be fun."

"Yeah," Sam sighed as we took another shot before following an all too quiet Dean out to the Impala. A quiet Dean was never a good thing. It was like the calm before the storm, the deadly silence that you knew were your last moments of peace.

I gave him directions on how to get there and without a word he followed them until he pulled up by the front door to let Sam and me out.

"What are you doing? We're having a day of fun together," I reminded him.

"Call me when you're done and I'll pick you up," was the only thing he answered not even bothering to look at me in the rearview mirror.

"Fine," I got out, purposely slamming the door and marching inside. He wanted to be a douche that was his business Sam and I were going to make the most of our day.

"What happened to beating him with a shoe?" Sam questioned following me inside.

I shrugged, "maybe he wants to drink the rest of the rum and pass out for his day of fun."

Sam paid and grabbed the largest club they had and I couldn't help but laugh that he still had to hunch way over. "I told you, we're too old for this."

"No," I shook my head as I used mine like a walking stick, "you're just freakishly tall."

"Maybe you're just short," he retorted taking a pencil and score card from the table before we made our way to the course.

"Seriously, Sammy, we should call the Guinness Book of World Records and get you checked," I teased playfully shoving him.

I thought he would've had some witty come back or would have even cracked a smile but he just looked at me with sad eyes as I placed my ball on the little green mat and tried to figure out how to get it in the hole. "It was a joke, Sam, lighten up a bit please. There's no little rain clouds bringing down our day today." I hit the ball and it bounced off the barriers three times before stopping nowhere near the hole and behind a large plastic rock. "You're turn…just…don't do that," I pointed to where my ball sat. I swear it was sitting there taunting me.

"How do you do it?" He asked softly with the same sad puppy dog eyes.

"Sam, you're the college boy and you can't figure out mini-golf?" I questioned with an eye roll as I dramatically motioned to the green mat, "the little ball in your hand goes here…then you use that club in your other hand to hit it into that hole over there. Oh, and remember the shortest distance between two points is a straight line."

He dropped the ball that was in his hand and gave me one of the most serious look I had ever seen on his face. "That's not what I meant." And cue little black rain cloud.

"Yeah, yeah, come on, Eeyore, it's your shot," I tried to avoid the topic I knew he was referring to but he didn't move.

"How are you ok with all of this? The clock is ticking, Le, don't you want to find someway out of your deal?" He asked with pleading eyes almost as if he wanted me to break down right then and there and ask for help.

"You know what I want?" I questioned tilting my head to the side a little and probing myself up with my club. "I want the best year possible. I want to spend it laughing and enjoying everything I never got the chance to. Hell, maybe we could even go bungee jumping, or…or skydiving, or I don't know actually visit the world's second largest ball of twine just because we can." I was a little taken back when he walked over and pulled me in to a rib cracking hug. "Alright, I can't breathe, and it's your turn."

I could only hope that my answer was good enough for him and he found a way to come to terms that I was going to die. I didn't want to have to tell him the details of the deal, I didn't want him to know I carelessly risked Dean's life without him knowing and I didn't want to spend the rest of the time I had left fighting.

He let go after kissing me on top of my head and placed his ball on the mat to take his shot. I stood off to the side and watched in shock as it went straight into the hole.

"Hole-in-one," Sam smiled as my mouth hung open in disbelief. It took me three more shots to finally get the little ball into the impossible hole.

After a couple more holes I was convinced my ball was cursed and even contemplated dousing it with holy water just to be on the safe side. It was fun nonetheless watching Sam act like he was a pro-golfer and casually chatting as we played through. We talked about if he wanted to go back to college now that the demon was dead and he had surprised me once again by saying his life was with Dean and I. It wasn't until the last hole that a look of pure panic washed across Sam's face and I felt him stiffen from my spot on his back.

"What?" I asked dropping my legs so I could figure out what was wrong.

"I'll just take a par on this one," he commented writing the number in the box and walking off to the side.

It wasn't until he moved that I saw in order to complete the last hole you had to hit the ball through the mouth of a clown.

"Sam, it's plastic," I sighed. I understood, or tried to understand at least, his fear of clowns. At a carnival they were walking around, handing out balloon animals and squirting people with flower pins but this one wasn't even real.

"Just take you're shot," he said uneasily as he turned so it wouldn't even be in his line of sight.

"Wimp," I mumbled lining my ball up and actually hitting it into the mouth in the first try. I wanted to celebrate that even though it took me until the last hole to get the hang of it I finally got it but I had another idea in mind as I walked over to the clown, stuck my hand in its mouth and started frantically screaming.

"Oh God," I heard Sam breathe out in horror.

"Sammy, help!" I screamed as I pretended to be eaten, "it's got my arm, it won't let me go. Sam, do something!"

I had to duck my head as Sam swung his golf club at the thing with all of his might and kept hitting it until an employee came out screaming at him because he broke the nose right off it. The laughed that erupted from deep inside of me as I looked over to my out-of-breath and completely terrified older brother was uncontrollable.

"I'm calling Dean," Sam announced walking hastily away from me.

"Oh come on, that was funny," I called after him as I sat on the ground trying to contain my laughter. "Sammy?...Sam?...Samuel, don't leave me here!"

SUPERNATURAL

Things went great for the next couple of days. Sam had forgiven me for the clown incident after making me promise to never bring it up again and had been waiting on me hand and foot ever since. I think I could ask him to cut his hair for me and he would take out the scissors and do it right then and there but I didn't want to get too carried away. Dean on the other hand had been a ticking time bomb. He was still super quiet and would only speak when spoken to but even then it was only one or two word answers. I left him alone, letting him wander in and out the motel room at all hours, never questioning what he was doing. I knew he was researching how to break the deal but to my knowledge there was no way to do it. So if it made him feel better to spend countless hours in a rundown, dimly lit library then I wasn't going to stop him. That was until tonight when he walked in with blood on his pants.

"What the hell happened?" I asked getting off the bed and making my way over to him. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," was his only reply as he pulled clean clothes out of his duffel so he could go take a shower with no emotion in his voice whatsoever.

"Dean, you're bleeding, obviously something happened," Sam tried to get more information out of him.

But the only response we got before he headed towards the bathroom was, "it's not mine."

"What did you do?" I asked softly. When he didn't answer I ran over to the bathroom door to block him from getting in and nearly shouted, "what did you do?!"

"Well, I didn't sell my soul if that's what you're worried about," he sneered as he tried to push past me but I'd had enough and before I even thought about what I was doing my fist had come up to meet his jaw. He ran his tongue over his lip where I had drawn blood and went to go in the bathroom again.

"Damn it, Dean, what the fuck did you do?" I yelled pushing him back with everything I had making him stumble a little bit when Sam's cell phone started to ring.

He didn't know what he was risking, though he probably wouldn't care that his own life was on the line, he didn't know that by trying to save me was only killing Sam. It was like we were on a scale with Sam and Dean standing on one side and me on the other. If we didn't keep it even they both would be taken away from me and what would I do then?

"I'm trying to save you!" He shouted in my face regaining his balance.

"Don't! I don't want you to!" I shouted back taking the clothes he had in his hand and throwing them to the floor, "I'm going to go to hell and there is nothing you can do about it so drop it!"

"Guys," Sam spoke up but as always he was ignored.

"Drop it? What are you suicidal?" Dean argued angrily grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me slightly. And just like that the bomb had gone off and there was no stopping the destruction. I brought my leg up and kneed him in the stomach to get him to let go. If a fight is what it took then that's what I was going to do. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You're just pissed I thought of it first and you couldn't play hero for once," I spat out as he pinned me against the wall with one arm across my chest and his body pressed up against mine so I could move my legs.

"No, I'm just getting sick of having to save you all the time. Grow up and stop being a spoiled little bitch who thinks she can do whatever she wants. Actions have consequences!"

"This spoiled little bitch just saved your brother so go screw yourself, you hypocritical asshole," I stared into his eyes and saw nothing but anger.

"Guys, stop," Sam tried again this time physically trying to separate us and even though it took a few minutes he finally pulled Dean back enough where I could move. Then Sam's phone started ringing again.

"Answer your damn phone," Dean growled shaking out of Sam's grasp and storming into the bathroom.

SUPERNATURAL

"So you're telling me that after all these weirdo storm clouds were seen over seventeen cities the night the devil's gate was open and the only thing Bobby has for us is crop failure and a cicada swarm in Nebraska?" Dean questioned in disbelief as we drove to meet Bobby. Sam had offered the front seat to me but sitting next to the guy who you just went two rounds with wasn't my idea of fun so I sat in the backseat and played on my phone.

"Yeah, pretty much," Sam nodded, "but it's our only lead."

"What do you think the demons are waiting for?" I wondered out loud barely paying attention to the conversation.

"Beats me," Sam replied with slight shrug of his shoulders.

Delicious…

Sweet…

Divine…

"If you are watching porn on your phone, in the backseat of my car, with us in the car, I'm going to kill you," Dean threatened as my phone proceeded to announce tasty. "Really, Leah?"

"It's a game," I sighed turning it off only because I ran out of lives but it was my new addiction. Matching little candies, completing level after level and getting excited when I made a donut. I was convinced the game was created by some master mind that wanted kids to do nothing but play video games all day, popping chips and cookies in their mouths as they sat there and got rounder by the second. I should delete it off my phone and go back to playing the ever so enticing game of Tetris. Who was I kidding, the game was awesome and I wasn't going to stop playing anytime soon. But upside, Dean talked to me, so maybe there was hope for us yet.

SUPERNATURAL

It took us all night and half the morning to meet up with Bobby at the old farmhouse that he had given us directions to and I was still eating the super-sized lollipop Sam had bought me at the last gas station we stopped at. You know, the ones that are the size of a plate and look like a rainbow of sugary goodness, yup that's the one. I broke off a piece to suck on before sticking it back in its wrapper.

"Hear those cicadas?" Sam asked as we got out of the car.

"That can't be a good sign," Dean answered.

"No, no it can't," I agreed walking over to meet Bobby who was leaning against his car waiting for us.

"What happened to your lip?"

"Nothing," Dean replied shortly and I gave Bobby an innocent smile who just shook his head at us.

"So, Bobby, what do you think? We got a biblical plague here or what?" Sam asked getting the focus back on the case and not the fact that I gave my eldest brother a fat lip.

"Well, let's find out," Bobby answered walking towards the house.

"Candy gram!" Dean yelled pounding on the door a few times. If things hadn't been so tense between us I might have made a comment but decided not to press my luck.

When no one answered I bent down and picked the lock with a bobby pin I had taken out of my hair. I don't know why Dean complained every time I bought a new package of them, they obviously came in handy and I tried to remember to wear at least one everyday. It wasn't my fault that a package of one hundred somehow managed to dwindle down to only a handful and then decides to magically reappear after I bought another pack.

"Wait here," Dean instructed as he, Bobby and Sam pulled out their guns to investigate the house.

"Excuse me?" I questioned in shock.

"Wait…here…" he repeated slowly as if I hadn't understood him the first time.

"Dean, this is stupid," I went to argue but he cut me off.

"This isn't negotiable, stay on the damn porch," he commanded with such authority in his voice for a minute I could have sworn he was my father. Sam and Bobby gave me apologetic looks before following Dean into the house.

"Un-fucking-believable," I mumbled as the door shut in my face.

That's when I noticed it was one of those wrap around porches so I walked down the front of the house and around the corner peeking in windows as I went to see what was going on. I peeked in the kitchen window and Bobby nearly blew my head off before he realized it was me and gave me a stern glare. Not wanting to get shot and sent down to hell ahead of schedule I turned to walk back to the front door when I heard a floor board creek. I instantly pulled out my own gun and inched around the corner back to the front of the house when I was hit in the face by the butt of a shotgun.

"Son of a bitch," I exclaimed holding my mouth that felt as if it was on fire.

"Leah?" A familiar voice asked walking up from behind the blonde bitch who had hit me in the face.

"Dylan? What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he answered with a hand out to pull me to my feet.

"Everything alright out here?" Bobby asked with both brothers following when Dean suddenly stopped.

"Sarah?"

"Hey, Dean."

SUPERNATURAL

"Hey babe, where's the Palo Santo?" Sarah a.k.a. blonde bitch who gave me a fat lip so I could match my brother asked once we were back at her place.

"Well, where'd you leave it?" Dylan retorted as Sam filled me in on the dead bodies they found just chilling on the couch inside the house.

"I don't know that's why I'm asking," she sighed shuffling through a few shelves and I could only hope she didn't know about my past with Dylan.

"You would lose your head if it wasn't attached," Dean muttered as he walked in the other room to call the coroner's office to find out the cause of death for the family.

Did I forget to mention that since the last time I had seen Dylan he had gone out and gotten himself a girlfriend, Sarah? Awkward. Did I also forget to mention that this particular girlfriend used to date Dean? Double Awkward. As if the tension between Dean and I wasn't enough at the moment let's add some sprinkles on top.

"What's Palo Santo?" I asked never having heard of it before.

"It's holy wood from Peru," Sarah snapped, "though I'm surprised the infamous Leah Winchester didn't know that."

"It's toxic to demons like holy water, keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them," Dylan quickly explained before I had a chance to even process what she had said. That answered my question though, she knew and it was only a matter of time before she opened her big blonde mouth to my brothers.

"Got it," she announced walking into the other room to add it to the rest of her weapons bag. I gave Sam a subtle head nod to give me a few minutes alone with Dylan and he rolled his eyes before going to find Bobby.

"Well isn't she a doll," I commented once we were alone. "So, infamous, huh?"

"Don't Leah," he warned, "We never had a label exactly for this reason. So that if the other person found someone they wanted to be with there would be no hard feelings. You went out and found someone else so I did too."

"What?" I questioned last I checked I hadn't had a boyfriend or even someone I dated for more than one night in over two years.

"Don't play dumb, it's not a good look for you. Ash told me all about your relationship and you're 'undying' love for each other."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Ash was dead and still trying to get us in a relationship. Someone shoot me now.

"We weren't…" I started when everyone walked in the room at the same time.

"I talked to the coroner, cause of death…dehydration and starvation," Dean informed us. "There were no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up."

"But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away," Bobby disputed.

"Right. What is this, a demon attack?" Sam questioned.

"If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw, and I've seen plenty," Bobby answered.

"Well, what do we do now?" I asked my question directed at the group as a whole but Sarah thought she should answer.

"Uh, we're not going to do anything."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked confusion etched into his face.

"This has been a great little reunion, or whatever," she glanced over to Dean and then myself before looking back to Sam, "but this isn't 'scooby-doo' and I don't play well with others."

"Well, I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together," Sam disagreed keeping his voice calm, "I'm sure everyone can be an adult about this."

"No offense, but we're not teaming up with the idiots who let the devil's gate get opened in the first place," Sarah crossed her arms and though the statement was directed to the group as a whole she kept her glare on me.

"No offense?" Dean challenged and I couldn't help but smile internally. It was one of those, 'she's a pain in the ass and I want to kill her but she's my sister and only Sam and I are allowed to be an ass towards her' kind of things.

"Sarah, like you've never made a mistake," Dylan tried to smooth things over.

"Oh yeah," she nodded looking over to Dean, "and so have you," she said nodding in my direction, "but I've never brought on the end of the world."

"Listen, bitch, it's not like we went there with the plan to unleash hell. We took down the demon that haunted our family for years and for that I'm not going to apologize," I stated taking a stand against her.

"You…you took out the demon?" Dylan questioned and I wanted to take a step back but I held my ground, "You told me you would let me know if you got anything on him, anything at all. You promised me Leah!"

"Who's the bitch now," Sarah mumbled with a smug look on her face.

"Alright, that's enough," Dean stepped forward so he was standing next to me.

"Guys, this isn't helping," Sam added softly.

"Look, there are a couple hundred more demons out there now. We don't know where they are or when they'll strike. There aren't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. So congratulations you killed one measly demon but you brought war down on us…on all of us," Sarah shouted.

"Measly demon?" I repeated letting the anger build inside of me. "That demon you talk about killed my mother, killed my father and his," I pointed to Dylan, "uncle so watch who you are talking to or I'll show you what being a Winchester means."

"Ooo, I'm really scared now," she rolled her eyes almost challenging me to do something.

Well, challenge accepted bitch. I reeled my fist back ready to pummel her to a bloody pulp when Sam grabbed my elbow, Dean stepped in front of me and Dylan dragged her out of the room.

SUPERNATURAL

We got wind of a woman who literally killed for a pair of shoes. Bobby went to talk to the woman down at the police station while Sam, Dean and I went to see if we could get any evidence at the store. Dean went straight inside to talk to the employees while Sam and I checked out the crime scene on the sidewalk where investigators were still collecting evidence.

"So back at the house…when Sarah was talking about mistakes…I understand why she looked at Dean but I thought you said you and Dylan never dated," Sam mentioned casually though I knew he was genuinely curious.

"Technically, you are correct," I answered and watched one of the guys pull hair out of the windshield using a pair of tweezers.

"I can't believe you had a one night stand with Porter," Sam exclaimed lightly hitting me in the arm.

"Oh, shut up," I sighed not willing to admit him that it had been more than once. "Come on, let's go see what Dean found," I said as I jumped on his back and he carried me into the store.

"Are you serious?" Dean questioned as Sam walked over to where he was standing, "Stop spoiling her, she can walk perfectly fine."

I let out a few dramatic coughs, "Dean, it's just…I don't have much time left…" and then rested my head on Sam's shoulder when I saw Bobby walk into the store. "Oh…my…God…"

I had known Bobby for at least the last fifteen years of my life and I had never, never, seen him without his hat on or wearing anything but jeans and a plaid shirt but here he was walking in with his hair slicked back and in a suit.

Dean whistled and shook his head, "Looking spiffy, Bobby. What were you a g-man?"

"Attorney for the D.A.'s office," he answered fixing his jacket and you could tell he was uncomfortable. "I just spoke to the suspect."

"She possessed or what?" Sam asked as he absentmindedly played with a fray at the bottom of my jeans.

"Don't think so. There's none of the usual signs…no blackouts, no loss of control. Totally lucid. Just she really wanted those shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her just to be sure and nothing," Bobby answered and looked over to me with a disapproving look, "get down, you idgit, we're working a job."

"We don't know that yet," I argued securing my arms around Sam's neck.

"I've already tried that," Dean said running a hand over his face. "Alright, so maybe this chick is just some random whack job."

"If it had been an isolated incident, maybe, but first the family, now this? I believe in a lot of things but coincidence ain't one of them," Bobby debated. "Did you three find anything around here?"

"No sulfur outside," Sam replied.

"And nothing from the employees," Dean added.

"Well, maybe something," I pointed to a security camera in the corner. "See I'm helping."

Bobby talked to the manager and she set us up with the security tape in one of the back rooms.

"You know, I don't get it. Killing for a pair of shoes? I mean if you're going to go that far go for a pair of Manolo Blahnik's or Jimmy Choo's or even Louis Vuitton's not something cheap like those green things," I rambled earning me raised eyebrows from Bobby and Dean as Sam tried to find the right time on the tape. "What? Just because I spend ninety nine point nine percent of my time in sneakers or boots doesn't mean I don't appreciate a nice heel."

"Uh-huh," Dean mumbled.

"Anything?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know yet. It might just be some guy…or it might be our guy," Sam answered as he showed us a man who talked to the woman right before she went crazy.

SUPERNATURAL

"I still don't understand why you sent Dean to research with Sam," I grumbled wrapping my jacket tighter around me to keep warm as Bobby and I staked out a bar where we heard our guy might be.

"Because I don't know what's going on between the three of you right now but Sam is so far up your ass he's ready to lay down in a fire pit for you and don't think I can't see the tension between you and Dean. I'm guessing this has something to do with your deal, right?"

"Just watch the bar," I sighed getting annoyed that I couldn't even have conversation with someone without 'the deal' being brought up.

I found my mind wandering to Dylan…and Sarah. I couldn't understand what he saw in her. In my opinion, she was a wannabe hunter Barbie with her large chest, overly blonde long hair and stuck up attitude. Ok, so maybe Barbie's don't really have attitude because they are plastic but you know what I mean. That's when I cringed, I was jealous he had picked someone other than me and not just anyone but basically a blonde version of me. But what did I care, it's not like I wanted to be with him, right? No, of course not. Winchester's don't date; it only brought heartache and pain.

I was so lost in thought that when Dean banged on my window I not only jumped a foot in the air almost hitting my head on the ceiling of the car but I also let out a blood cuddling scream.

"That's not funny!" I declared fixing my jacket and trying to brush it off as both brothers slid into the backseat. Dean laughing for the first time in a week.

"I'm sorry I didn't know he was going to scare you," Sam apologized and Bobby gave me a pointed look that I tried to ignore. "Alright, so John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park just west of Chicago and he went missing about a week ago."

"The night the devil's gate opened," Dean added.

"So you think he's possessed?" I asked stretching the best I could in the small space.

"It's a good bet," Sam replied. "So, what, he just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark raving psycho or something?"

"Those demons that got out at the gate…they're going to do all kinds of things we haven't seen," Bobby commented.

I involuntarily shivered. I knew there would be demons in hell waiting for me, wanting revenge for sending them there with exorcisms or burning their bones but I never thought about what else might be down there. There could be creatures so horrible that my worst nightmare wouldn't even be able to compare to just waiting to tear me into pieces.

"Freckles…Le…Leah!" Sam waved a hand in front of my face and I realized they had been talking to me without me realizing. "You alright?"

"Hmm? Yeah, fine," I plastered on my smile and turned to look out my window when I saw the man we've been waiting for. "Uh, guys."

"Alright, show time," Dean started to get out of the car when Bobby stopped him.

"Wait a minute. What did I just say? We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him until we know for sure."

"Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?" Dean asked incredulously.

"We're no good dead!" Bobby shouted, "And we're not going to make a move until we know what the score is."

"Hey, Bobby, I don't think that's an option," I spoke up as I saw Dylan and Sarah walking hand in hand into the bar.

"Why not?" he asked with an exasperated sigh that everyone seemed to be questioning him and I just motioned to the happy couple.

"Damn it!" Bobby yelled hitting his hand against the steering wheel.

"She never did know when to walk away," Dean muttered as we all got out of the car and made our way over to the bar.

"How long were you together?" Sam questioned and I rolled my eyes, now was not the time to play Q and A.

"Long enough," Dean replied and went to open the door but it wouldn't budge. He tried pulling on the handle again when we realized we had been locked out.

"Shit," I cursed as Dean and I counted to three before trying to kick the door in but it still wouldn't open.

That's when we heard Sarah start screaming before it got turned into a garbled noise.

"The car," Bobby stated running back over to it and instructing us all to get in so he could plow the door down. "We get them and we get out, you hear me?"

"Yeah," the three of us answered simultaneously.

Bobby whipped the car around and plowed through the door backwards. We all got out of the car spraying holy water at the demons and I almost didn't want to look around for Dylan fearing the worst when my eyes landed on Sarah dead on the floor in a pool of her own blood. That one second of distraction was all the man from the store earlier needed as he threw a punch at me. I stumbled back a little before turning my anger towards him and hitting him back fighting with him until I finally got him in the trunk where Bobby had a devil's trap painted.

"Leah, let's go," Sam yelled and I looked up to see them all in the car waiting for me, Dylan included.

I jumped in the front seat and sat on Dean's lap as Bobby peeled away.

SUPERNATURAL

Being in Sarah's house without her was weird and gave me an unsettling feeling deep inside. Dylan and Dean were both dealing with the loss of someone they cared about in their own ways. Dean was angry and ready to throttle the demon we had tied up in the spare room while Dylan was exceptionally quiet. Sam tried to cool Dean off and Bobby started going through Sarah's books to try and figure out what we were dealing with.

"Dyl," I started unsure of even what to say but the look on his face was unreadable and that worried me. He didn't even raise his eyes up to meet mine as he sat on the floor with his back rested against the wall and gun twirling around in his hand. "Dylan, please, don't blame yourself. You couldn't have known this was going to happen." I tried again this time sitting down next to him and carefully taking the gun out of his hands and placing it on the other side of me. "Can you talk to me?"

Still no answer.

I didn't know what else to do so I linked our arms together, put my head on his shoulder and just sat there with him in silence.

"Stubborn bitch!" Dean shouted punching the wall in the hallway before walking into the room we were in with Sam following behind.

I knew Dylan and I were supposed to be some big secret but I couldn't bother to move, he needed me and that was more important.

Meet me by my truck in 10 mins.

That was the text I received from Dylan moments after he and Caleb left our motel room to go to their own. Dean had gone in the bathroom to shower and my dad had just laid down on one of the beds his eyes almost instantly closing from the length of time he had been awake.

I left Dean a note on the bed we would be sharing for the night that I went to grab snacks from the vending machine, that I would be back shortly and not to wait up for me. I slipped out of the room careful not to wake my dad and jogged over to where he had parked his truck on the side of the motel.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to show," he smirked as I got in the truck and straddled him.

"And why would I pass up a chance for this?" I questioned running my fingers through his hair as his hands rested on my hips.

"Are…you…sure…about…this…" he asked between kisses, "your dad'll kill me…along with Dean…"

I stopped trying to kiss him and sat back a little, "Well then aren't you lucky Sam's in college."

"I'm all for the sneaking around but if we're going to do this there has to be some rules…kind of like friends with benefits on the side unless one of gets into a serious relationship."

"Rules were made to be broken," I bit my bottom lip seductively as I threw my jacket on the seat next to us.

"I think I know what we are dealing with," Bobby announced walking in the room and tossing a book at Sam. "There's seven."

"What's this?" Sam asked flipping through a few pages.

"Binsfeld's Classification of Demons. In 1589, Binsfeld identified the seven sins…not just as human vices but as actual devils," Bobby answered.

"We're dealing with the seven deadly sins?" Dean questioned.

"What's in the box?" I muttered thinking of the movie Se7en with Brad Pitt but instantly regretted it as Dean looked over to me and seemed to realized for the first time that not only was I in the room but sitting a little too close to Dylan for his liking. Thankfully, before Dean could say anything Sam spoke up.

"The family…they were touched by Sloth. And the shopper…"

"That's Envy's doing, the customer we got in the next room. I couldn't suss it out at first, until Sarah. She was touched with an awful Gluttony," Bobby finished.

I felt Dylan's muscles tighten at the mention of her name and I heard enough as I stood up and strode into the other room where Envy was tied up.

"Why are you here? What are you after?" I demanded my breathing becoming a little rigid from the anger that was building inside of me.

"She asked you a question," Dean walked in behind me with Sam, Bobby and Dylan, "What do you want?"

"We already have what we want."

"What's that?" I asked cracking my knuckles.

"We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am legion, for we are many. So me? I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun."

"Fun?" Sam questioned hesitantly.

"Yeah, fun. See, some people crochet, others golf, me? I like to see people's insides…on their outside," Envy replied glancing over to Dylan who threw a bottle of holy water at him, enjoying the pain the demon was enduring. "You really think you are better than me? Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust. And Leah. All that wrath. All the self-destructive behavior and violence. It's so much easier to drink in the rage than to face what happened to your mommy all those years ago. And people around you just seem to keep dying adding to the fuel to that fire that has been burning inside of you for years."

"Mother fucker," I seethed moving to hit him until Sam grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back.

"My point exactly. And you call us sins. We're not sins, we're natural human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny…greedy…hungry…violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals too. The others…they're coming for me."

"Maybe, but they're not going to find you… 'cause you'll be in hell," Dean stated and turned to look at the rest of us, "Someone send this clown packing."

"I'll do it," Dylan stepped forward and started reciting the exorcism as the four of us left the room.

"Alright, let's go hunt them down," I instructed walking over to Sarah's supplies and sticking a bottle of holy water in my pocket and grabbing a couple of shotgun shells that were filled with rock salt.

"I don't think we're going to have to worry about that," Bobby said as he readjusted his hat.

"What do you mean?" Sam questioned.

"I think maybe the joker's right. They're going to be hunting us and they're not going to quit easy."

"Maybe you guys should leave," I suggested, "I'll stay back and hold them off as long as I can."

"You know, what? I've had it with you. You want to kill yourself so bad here," Dean yelled shoving his gun into my hands, "this will be quicker."

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed in shock.

"There's six of them! We're outmanned, we're outgunned, we'll be dead by dawn," I argued refusing to take the gun Dean was trying to give me.

"Maybe, but there's no place to run that they won't find us," Bobby brought up.

"And if we're going down, we're going down together," Sam added as we heard Envy let out a cry from the other room.

"Demon's gone," Dylan stated walking into the room we were standing in.

"And the guy?" Bobby questioned.

"He didn't make it."

SUPERNATURAL

I felt like we were preparing for war and I suppose we were. Bobby and Sam went and lined every window and door in the house with salt while Dean got buckets of holy water ready and stored them in each of the rooms. Dylan and I scoured the rest of Sarah's stock to see what other weapons we could use.

"Here, she'd want you to use it," I handed over the Palo Santo and he just stared at it.

"I was thinking about you the whole time," he spoke softly taking the stick in his hand.

"What?"

"I know I should have protected her and I know I sound like the worst person in the world to be saying this right now but all I could think about was how happy I was that it wasn't you," he answered and met my eyes for the first time since we had been back at the house.

"Dyl, I…" I started, wanting to comfort him in someway, anyway, but he cut me off.

"I know you were with Ash, it's ok," he smiled sadly before walking out of the room.

"Alright, everyone ready?" Dean called out from the hallway.

"Yeah," Sam answered as we all stood by the front door, the only one without a salt line, and waited for them to come.

It was almost anti-climatic, sitting there waiting for them to attack.

"You know, why couldn't we have opened the gates to heaven and let out the seven virtues," I commented with a sigh as I leaned against one of the walls.

"Come again?" Dean asked only half interested in what I had to say.

"Basically the good version of the seven deadly sins," I explained, "So instead of wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy and gluttony it would be patience, charity, diligence, humility, chastity, kindness and temperance."

"Because we don't have that kind of luck," Sam chuckled shaking his head.

"Like I've said before…walking encyclopedia," Dean mumbled.

"Makes you wonder though, if we let out the seven deadly sins, what else did we let out?" I thought out loud as the lights started to flicker.

Bobby cocked his shot gun, aiming it at the door and we all followed suit.

"Le, don't do anything stupid," Dean warned.

"I would never," I replied with a grin as the door busted down.

In an instant all six of them came at us and it didn't matter how many times you shot them they just kept coming. I got backed into a room as one of them tried to take a swing at me. I grabbed for the holy water that was on the table but got hit in the head and tumbled to the floor. As I blinked a few times trying to focus my vision the demon climbed on top of me and wrapped its hands around my neck.

"Exorcizamus te," I tried to get out but he was cutting of my air supply.

Just as I thought I was going to pass out the grip around my neck loosened and I choked on the air trying to fill my lungs. I looked up to see the demon lying next to me with the Palo Santo sticking out of its back.

"You alright?" Dylan asked reaching his hand out to help me up and I nodded in response. "Exocizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica…"

SUPERNATURAL

"Are you sure you're ok?" Dean asked taking my chin in his hand and turning my head to the side to check the bruise that started to form on my neck.

"I'm fine," I shrugged out of his grasp as I watched Sam, Bobby and Dylan salting and burning the bodies that the demons possessed the night before.

"So, I was thinking we would hit Louisiana next," Dean started in casual conversation.

"A little late for Mardi Gras, isn't it?" I questioned as we packed the trunk of the Impala.

"Bobby thinks we might finds answers there about your deal," he answered placing a book he got from Sarah's house in the side compartment.

"No," I shook my head.

"It wasn't up for debate, we're going, and if it's the last thing I do I'm going to get you out of this deal," he said with so much promise in his voice that I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks.

"Please, don't," I whispered taking a deep breath to try and calm myself down but it wasn't working. Dean stood there and just stared at me completely taken back by my sudden show of emotions. "Dean…there's something you need to know…"

"Ok," he nodded though sounded unsure.

"We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way? Sam dies. Ok? Sam dies. Those were the terms, there's no way out of it. So unless you want to risk our brother's life, your brother's life, then please just let it go," I begged him knowing he wouldn't want to put Sam in any line of danger, while keeping out the part that he would also be dead.

"How could you make a deal like that?" he asked pulling me into a hug and resting his chin on top of my head.

"Cause I couldn't live with him dead," I answered, pulling away and wiping my tears as the rest of the men joined us.

"World just got a whole lot scarier, make sure you keep in touch," Bobby said as he walked over to his car.

"See you around," Dylan nodded as he got in his truck and drove away.

"So, who wants to raise a little hell?" I asked with as much enthusiasm that I could muster as I closed the trunk of the car.

"Here," Dean tossed me the keys, "Why don't you drive for awhile."

I knew then that he finally understood why I didn't want him finding a way for me to get out of the deal. I wasn't self-destructing, I wasn't suicidal, I was just scared of losing my best friend.

"Plug it in," Dean told me handing me my ipod jack and Sam's eyes got as wide as saucers.

"Did I miss something?"

"Nope," Dean shook his head.

"Yeah, and I'm the one who spoils her," Sam mumbled shifting to find a comfortable position.

I started the car, plugged in my ipod and turned up the music.

We'll walk this road together, through the storm, whatever weather, cold or warm. Then you know that, you're not alone.