Leah Marie Chapter 50: Adding to the Noise, a supernatural fanfic

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We've made it to chapter 50! Yay! So in order to celebrate the 276 reviews, 105 followers, and 96 favorites I couldn't think of a better way to say thank you than to give you an all original chapter from everything right down to the hunt. This isn't instead of an episode chapter so this takes place between 'A Very Supernatural Christmas' and 'Malleus Maleficarum' which will be the next chapter.

I do briefly mention a few people you may or may not recognize (Kate, Sadie, and Becca) they are other Winchester sisters that I borrow from their creators (Jenmm31, SPNxBookworm, and ispiltthemilk) for the story 'Sisterhood of the Traveling Hunters.' They'll probably pop up from time to time as my way of thanking them for their constant support. Please head on over to their pages and check out their stories you won't be disappointed.

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And without further ado…chapter 50 :)

Chapter 50- Adding to the Noise

The brick building scraped against my cheek as the cold metal handcuffs were secured tightly around my wrists with little apprehension for pain, "You have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to-"

"C'mon," I argued, cutting the officer off, as I tried pushing away from the wall, "This can't be happening!"

The cop grabbed my upper arm and started to lead me toward his cruiser, "Tell it to the judge, sweetheart."

Four Days Earlier

My head rested against the wall as I sat in the most uncomfortable chair that had ever been made but it was either that or stand. I hated the Laundromat with a passion. This was the twenty-first century after all and we should have had some super machine that washed, dried, and folded your laundry for you in the matter of a few seconds. But no, so here I sat getting mesmerized by the suds sloshing around in the washing machine while Dean was God knows where and Sam was flipping through a newspaper looking a little too Mr. Roger's neighborhood for my liking. When a headache started to form from the constant spinning of the machines I began counting the dust particles in the air that were being illuminated by a ray of sun shining through the window.

"Hey," Sam bumped my knee with his own to get my attention, "How many quarters do you have? It's almost time to put the jeans in the dryer."

Shoving my hand in my pocket, I pulled out three quarters and held them in my palm so he could see. He replaced them with a five dollar bill and motioned to the coin machine on the other side of the room.

"Oh, of course, Sam," I over dramatically rolled my eyes as I got up and stretched my back out, "I would love to get up and get some more quarters for you, thanks for asking…lazy ass."

After dodging an elderly woman who was using a cart as a walker and maneuvering my way through the kids that were playing in the middle of the floor with no regards to anyone else, I finally got to the coin machine only to see a piece of paper taped over the slot.

Out of Order

"There's a pizza place next door that will make change for you," a voice came from behind me causing me to spin around quickly; ready to fight. I sighed in relief when I saw a sweet elderly man with a sweater vest on.

I bit my bottom lip so I wouldn't give the man, who had that cute grandpa vibe going on, a slew of curse words for scaring the shit out of me and walked over to the pizza joint. A bell rang above my head as I walked through the door and in a matter of a few seconds an acne covered teenager with enough metal in his mouth to get every radio station in a fifty mile radius appeared in front of me.

"Hi there," he smiled, revealing even more metal, "Welcome to Anthony's, home of the New Yorker, can I find you a seat?"

Home of the New Yorker? But we weren't anywhere near the east coast. I debated bring this point up to the pizza faced, pun intended, teenager in front of me but decided I really could care less. Instead I held up the bill Sam gave me, "Just need change."

"Oh," his face fell and motioned to the bar with his head, "They'll get it for you."

Muttering a thank you, I made my way over towards the cash register and sat down on one of the stools waiting for the bartender to be available. I half-paid attention to whatever was on the television but the last thing I wanted to do was watch the news and hear about another day of murders, robberies, and natural disasters. It would be too much to ask for any sort of good news to be reported but then again without the turmoil of the world, I'd be without a job.

"What can I get you?"

I almost didn't look up thinking maybe the voice was in my head again but the slight shadow that was cast across the bar in front of me made me scan my eyes up. The bartender was standing there with his hands on the bar staring at me cautiously like I might be a head case. Couldn't really blame him though, recently I'd been thinking I was a few fries short of a Happy Meal. I was just happy I wasn't hearing my father's voice anymore.

"Just change," I mumbled, holding the five dollar bill out to him between my pointer and middle finger.

He shook his head, not moving to accept the money, "Quarters come in rolls of ten."

I wanted to argue the fact that I only needed five dollars worth of quarters but instead shoved the five in my pocket and slapped a twenty down on the bar, "Then I'll take a roll and a shot of tequila."

He came back a few moments later and set the shot glass in front of me along with a roll of quarters and three singles. I smiled in appreciation as I quickly tipped my head back to swallow the liquid and set the empty glass on top of the singles. With the roll of quarters in hand I walked back into the Laundromat to see Sam shaking out each pair of jeans before tossing them into the large dryer.

"Hoping to find loose change?" I questioned as I grabbed the box of dryer sheets and tossed a few into the machine. "Or Dean's brain because I doubt you will find either."

He made a face and continued what he was doing until the basket was empty, "They'll dry quicker if they aren't all rolled up."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Snuggles," I patted him on the shoulder and stuck the roll of quarters I had acquired into his front pocket. The uncomfortable plastic chair had my name on it as I once again made my way through the maze of people praying that we would be out of there soon.

SUPERNATURAL

"How is it that you always manage to get out of laundry duty?" I asked Dean an hour later as we packed the trunk of the Impala with our mostly stain-free clothes. Well, as good as they'd ever be. Truth be told, I think Dean had been wearing the same button up shirt since high school.

He smirked and flicked my nose, "Because I'm the oldest which means I'm smarter than the two of you."

Sam's chuckle turned into a cough when he received a look from Dean. "Yeah, sure you are," I mumbled as I shoved the cart in his direction so he could take it back inside since he had missed out on doing anything at all but he pushed it toward Sam who in return pushed it back to me like some game of hot potato. "Yup," I muttered as I walked back into the Laundromat with the cart, "being the youngest definitely sucks."

They were leaning against the Impala waiting for me, just soaking in the warmth from the sun, when my phone started ringing loudly from my pocket.

I see you windin' and grindin' up on the floor. I know you see me lookin' at you when you already know. I wanna fuck you, you already know. I wanna fuck you.

I fumbled to get it out of my pocket quickly so they wouldn't hear the ring tone I had set for a specific person. One I hadn't talked to for some time now.

"Yeah?" I answered as I turned my back to my brothers, ignoring the questioning looks on their faces but I certainly felt their stares and I knew they heard enough of the ring tone that I'd have to answer some questions later.

He cleared his throat on the other end, "Hey, lollipop."

"Hey," I repeated slowly as my heart rate rose and my hands began to sweat wondering what he was calling for.

"Where abouts are you?"

"On the sidewalk in front of a Laundromat," I replied automatically and then silently cursed myself for being so literal and suddenly tongue tied.

He laughed and I could just imagine him shaking his head, "I meant state but that works too. Look, I'm working a job in New Orleans and could use an extra set of hands if you're not wrapped up in something else."

The smile slowly fell from my face that he was calling about something related to the supernatural but I had to remind myself that it didn't matter. Even if Winchesters dated, I was going to take a permanent trip downstairs in a matter of months and there was no use in hurting more people than I had to.

"Yeah, we'll be there. Just text me what motel you're staying at." I hung up the phone without waiting for a response and tried to ignore the strong stare I was receiving from my eldest brother.

It didn't work for long.

"So…do I even want to know who that was?"

My eyes shifted from the gravel that was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world to Sam who bore the expression of a confused, lost dog to that of Dean who was impatiently waiting on an answer.

"Dylan needs help with a case in New Orleans. I told him we would go help him out."

Dean looked like he was ready to protest the fact that it was Dylan calling but after a pointed look from Sam he sighed and got into the driver's seat.

This was going to be interesting.

SUPERNATURAL

Weird. Odd. Unnatural. These were just a few of the words to describe how I was feeling at the moment as I sat in the passenger seat of the Impala with Sam behind the wheel. It was like I was living in some alternate universe and as much as I loved being able to see where we were going, I kind of missed my backseat. As it turned out whatever Dean was doing while we were finishing the laundry didn't agree with his stomach. My best guess was food poisoning, possibly the flu, or hey maybe it was some unworldly plague but no matter what it was, it was able to knock Dean on his ass.

I could probably count on one hand the number of times I have seen Dean actually down for the count from being sick. It was like he had the best immune system out there. Even germs thought twice about messing with the eldest Winchester. Too bad I couldn't have inherited it as well because let me tell you, one look at someone sneezing and I'd have a head cold for a week.

He groaned from the backseat as he wrapped one arm firmly around his middle like he was trying to hold himself together while he tucked the other under his head as a makeshift pillow.

"Remember," I turned in my seat so I could look at him, "No puking in the car. It'll ruin the upholstery."

Sam winked at me as he clicked on the radio and put on a station the played nothing but classical music. He knew we both would rather listen to something different but hearing Dean complain was more than enough of a reason to keep it on.

"Dude," Dean warned, his voice coming out more whinny than threatening, "Don't mess with my tunes."

Sam just smirked and turned the volume up, "Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean muttered a few choice words and Sam turned the music back down so we could talk. "What is Porter hunting?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, shifting so I could put my feet up on the dashboard and rest my head against the window. Dean continued his bitching from the backseat that I had my feet up and in his words I was defiling his baby but as most times he was ignored. "You know I'm just pissed he called so soon." At Sam's raised eyebrow I continued. "It would have been awesome to be there during Mardi Gras." We drove over a bump in the road causing Dean to make a sound I wasn't even sure was human. "You better not be contagious."

"Shuddup," he grumbled, curling into himself even more.

Sam glanced back in the rearview mirror and sighed, "You sure you don't want to go get checked out? I got to say you don't look so good."

"I'm fine," he ground out as his face twisted in pain.

I closed my eyes praying sleep would fall over me and pull me into a world of make believe but Mr. Sandman seemed to be playing hooky. Concentrating on Dean's breathing I realized he was forcing himself to not be sick and that worried me. I tried reaching my hand back to see if he had a fever but he had enough energy to slap my hand away. Fine, asshole, you want to act like a child then two can play that game. "You know what I could go for? A nice big pile of French fries covered in chili and cheese with a side of the greasiest, meatiest, oozing with juices burger you'd ever laid eyes-"

"Pull over!" Dean demanded, cutting me off and the second the door was open he lost whatever was left in his stomach.

"That was cruel," Sam half scolded me as he got out of the car to make sure Dean didn't need any help getting back in the car.

I smiled and felt my halo tilting to the side as it rested on my horns, "I know."

SUPERNATURAL

It took us thirty six hours to get to New Orleans because of the extra stops for Dean to get sick and I'd never been so happy to be out of the Impala. I was about to pull my hair out between Sam's extra careful driving, because God forbid he went ten miles over speed limit, and Dean's constant complaining, because he was so sure he was going to die. The end of my .45 never looked more inviting especially as Sam and I sat in Dylan's motel room catching up.

The last time Dylan and I were in the same room together he had admitted his feelings for me and I stumbled over my words like an idiot making him think I didn't feel the same way. Now it was just awkward.

"Where's Dean?" he questioned as I popped the top of a beer with my teeth since he wasn't around to yell at me. I didn't get away with it completely though as Sam shot me a look saying I should have known better.

"Sick," Sam answered taking a seat in the chair opposite of Dylan leaving me to either stand or sit on the king sized bed. No way in hell was I about to sit on the bed without my mind wandering to places it shouldn't so I chose to stand.

Dylan's eyes got wide, "Dean Winchester? Sick? Never thought I'd hear those two words in a sentence."

"Yeah," I huffed in agreement. "Trust me, it doesn't happen often but when it does, it isn't pretty." He got up from his seat and offered it to me with an outstretched hand. "I'm good. Been in the car all day so it feels good to stand."

He accepted my answer but refused to sit back down instead he leaned against the dresser and crossed his ankles. Oh don't go and be all gentlemen like you're supposed to be acting like a douche so it would be easier for me to keep my mind on the case. "So, what have you guys been up to lately? It's been awhile since I've heard from you."

"Same stuff, different day," Sam replied though the last part of Dylan's statement was directed at me. "What's going on with this case you called about?"

Thank you, Samuel, for your timing because I was getting a little tired of the chit chat. Let's get down to business, kill the unknown, and move on.

"To be honest," Dylan moved from his spot and laid out quite a few papers on the table. "I have no fucking clue." He organized the pages into three groups and opened a map that he set on the top. "All three victims were of different age and race. Two were men and one was some chick. Nothing in common as far as I can tell. They all had different jobs, different groups of friends." He pointed to the first pile, "Mark Jacobs, thirty six, single, lived with a roommate who found the body."

"Pieces missing? Heart maybe?" I questioned focusing all my attention on the case.

Sam shook his head, "Lunar cycle doesn't line up."

"Coroner says he bled out," Dylan supplied us with the missing information and then flipped through a few pages until he pulled out a picture of the victim. "There was a chunk missing from his neck."

"Same with the other two?" I asked, thumbing through his paperwork until I found their pictures as well making me scrunch my nose up in disgust. There were large pieces of skin missing from both their necks as well, the amount of blood surrounding the body was sickening, but it was the look on their faces that sent chills down my spine. They were all terrified almost as if they were literally scared to death.

Dylan nodded to answer my question. "That one," he pointed to the picture in my left hand. "Was Julie Freebush, she was twenty seven, separated from her husband of two years. He was out of town on business and their neighbor found her in the backyard." He then pointed to the picture in my right hand, "And that is Scott Rockford, forty three, divorced and working as a greeter at Wal-mart. Reports said he was found with his pants down in his pick-up truck." I handed the pictures over to Sam, unable to look at them anymore, and listened to Dylan as he traced his finger over the map. "Now, so far there have only been three but they all were within a two mile radius of this club here."

"You think it's the center of its feeding grounds? It goes there to find its prey and then follows them home?" Sam questioned as he scanned through the research again.

Dylan rubbed the back of his neck, "Could be. You know it wouldn't hurt going over what I got with a second pair of eyes."

"Sure thing," Sam answered, already pulling a pen out of his pocket and making notes in the margin. "What about you two?"

"I was thinking we'd go get a drink," Dylan replied with a glint of a smile in his eyes. "I haven't been able to check it out yet."

Sam nodded as he circled something on one of the pages, "Just be careful." He then collected all the research into one pile and stood up, "I'm going to go over this in our room in case Dean needs something. Call me if you find anything."

And with that he was gone leaving me all alone with Dylan.

"Ready for our date?"

SUPERNATURAL

I had known Dylan Porter for longer than I could remember and we had been physical quite a few times but ever since he said the word 'date' it was as if my brain turned to mush. How was I supposed to act? Did this mean he was going to pay for my drinks? And why did I suddenly not know what to do with my hands?

He was no Prince Charming or the kind of guy that you would bring home to meet your parents. He wouldn't open doors, offer his hand to help you down out of his truck, and he didn't bother hiding his interest of an attractive woman when she passed by but somehow he had my heart speeding up when he walked in a room. Maybe it was the fact that I knew he could take care of himself in a dangerous situation or maybe just because I knew how he was between the sheets.

My fears of what this 'date' meant to him started to dissipate as I felt his hand on my lower back guiding me through the endless sea of people towards the bar. His fingers trailed lightly back and forth making a heat pool between my legs. Dear Lord, get a hold of yourself woman, you have a job to do.

The club was anything but what I expected it to be with no strobe lights or fog machines. The music was surprisingly danceable and would make anyone want to swing their hips to the beat as the Latino man sang into the microphone up on the stage. There were quite a few couples out on the dance floor but one in particular grabbed my attention as their dance moves were practically flawless. The woman's long skirt easily moved with her making the dance look like live art. This wouldn't have been my first choice for somewhere to go and have a good time but the energy in the club was undeniable.

"Two beers," Dylan's voice brought me back to him and I looked over in time to see an elderly man setting two pilsner glasses on the bar in front of us.

I slipped a few bills that I had 'borrowed' from Dean's wallet onto the bar, "I got first round." See paid for my own drink, this wasn't a date this was just two people out together working towards the same goal. Or some crap like that. After licking the foam from his upper lip Dylan nodded to a small table over in the corner. I followed mindlessly and finished half my beer before I slid into the booth, scolding myself for not being able to keep my mind on the case. "Do you have any idea what we're even looking for? I mean no one is really standing out as something supernatural…well," I motioned to a guy who was trying to do the Salsa, "unless you call that dancing."

He chuckled and took a swallow of his beer, "All three vics were here within a week of their deaths so I'm guessing who or whatever we are after is a regular and not some tourist."

"How they hell are we supposed to know who the tourists are?" I glanced around the room, "This isn't exactly the place you're going to find some dad with a camera around his neck or some mom with a fanny pack."

"You watch too many movies."

I playfully kicked him under the table, "I do not!" He smirked and before I realized what he was doing he kicked me back. "Ow!" We both laughed and enjoyed what was left of our beers. In that moment everything felt so normal but guilt bubbled in my stomach and I felt he needed some kind of explanation. "Dyl, listen…" he met my eyes with a curious expression waiting for me to continue. "Last time I saw you, everything that happened with Sarah and you said Ash told you about-"

"Leah?"

I whipped my head up at the sound of my name coming from whoever was standing next to our table and felt nauseous when my eyes landed on Kevin and some chick that was attached to his hip like some accessory.

"H-h-hey, Kev," I stuttered out and cleared my throat hoping I'd be able to speak like a normal human being. "What're you doing here?"

The chick held out her left hand almost possessively, "We're on our honeymoon."

"We didn't mean to interrupt your date I just couldn't believe it was you and had to say hi," Kevin smiled as he wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulder and she clung to him like a magnet.

"Oh we're not on a date. We're working," I gave Kevin a pointed look and saw his face falter for a brief second.

He regained his smile though, "Well we'll let you two get back to it then. It was good to see you, Leah, it's been awhile."

"Yeah, you too," I forced myself to sound genuine. I watched them walk away until I lost them in the crowd and only then did I seem to realize that Dylan was still sitting across from me. "I'm sorry, he's an old-"

"Don't worry about," he cut me off before I could explain. "I know you're not a nun, lollipop, and trust me I haven't been a monk either." That was supposed to make me feel better? It didn't. "Let's go check out the security cameras."

"Sure," I agreed as I finished the last drop of beer in my glass and wished I could have been drinking something stronger.

As it turned out there was no security cameras inside the club and the one they did have only focused on the front door. After three hours of watching hooker heeled women hanging off of super tanned men I was ready to claw my eyes out. We got a couple of possible leads before we made our way back inside and started drinking the 'special' the bartender recommended.

SUPERNATURAL

I should sue this motel for making their sidewalks so uneven. I mean isn't there building codes or whatever so this doesn't happen. What room were we in again? Four? Five? Damn, where's my room key? I shoved my hands in my jacket pockets and pulled out the contents; chap stick, butterfly knife, receipt, extra bobby pins, and two pieces of gum. Shit. Oh wait, this was one of those fancy motels that had switched over to electronic cards. Aha! Back pocket of jeans next to my cell phone.

I should really call Kate and see what she knows about- oh, hey there's a penny on the ground! Heads up too, good I need the luck. Fuck, what room am I again? Four? Let's see. Pushing the card into the slot I waited for the little light to turn green but it only blinked red.

"This is stupid," I muttered as I used the wall to keep standing until I reached room five.

This time I half expected to see the little light blink red again so I was caught off guard as the door unlocked and since I was holding onto the handle to keep myself standing straight I swung into the room as the door opened. Pro, I got the right room. Con, I was no longer standing. Damn, I felt like Becca. I couldn't even stay on my feet. I managed to get the door closed and crawled back around to start my way to a bed when a pair of sock clad feet was in front of my face.

"Oh shit," I cursed scared by the sudden appearance of someone else. Before I had time to process that it could be one of my brothers I had leapt from my spot on the ground and pinned them to the floor. Only when I saw the shaggy brown hair did I realize I made a mistake. "Sorry," I apologized crawling back to the worn carpeted floor.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" he groaned rubbing the back of his neck as he got up and then held a hand out to help me off the ground.

The room tilted to one side and then the other before my vision refocused, "Sadie might have taught me a few things."

"Are you drunk?" Sam questioned as he used the back of his hand to rub his eyes. Apparently I had woken him up and to be honest I was just happy it wasn't Dean. Because a sick Dean was a miserable Dean was an unruly Dean. I waved off the accusation and straightened out my shirt as if that would help. "Where's Porter?"

I scratched my head as my eyebrows furrowed together, "Well…see…now, that's a good fuckin' question." Did I tell him I'd be fine getting to my room? Shit, did I even leave the club with him? "You're so smart, Sammy."

"Alright," Sam rolled his eyes, "Let's find you a pillow so you can sleep it off."

"No," I shook my head and put my hand up to stop him from coming closer, "I'm serious, Sam. Ha! That rhymes with bam, dam, glam, sham…" I started listing the words off on my fingers and when he sighed loudly my mind got back on the right track. "You could be a genius." I tapped the side of my head to emphasize my point. "You got a full ride to Stanford and I'm sure you could have gone anywhere you wanted to…can you imagine? Samuel Winchester, a graduate of Harvard or Yale."

"Uh, thanks," he replied, confused and went to help me out of my jacket but again, I held my hand up.

"You're supposed to be smart…and you are…you're book smart but when it comes to other things, you're really stupid. I mean you should be in the corner of the room with a huge dunce hat on," I swayed on my feet and found the wall a great place to lean against so I would remain standing.

Sam ran a hand through his shaggy hair and glanced behind him to make sure I hadn't woken Dean up, "Okay, then."

"You could have had it all, Sammy. You did have it all and then this…this…thing," I tried to explain in my drunken state but he wasn't understanding.

"What thing?"

"Life!" I exclaimed loudly as I tried pushing myself off the wall, earning me a loud snore from my eldest brother and a scowl from Sam. "You had the girl, Sammy. You had it all…and you're supposed to be smart but you're so fucking retarded sometimes it scares me. You scare me, Sam."

"Everything's going to be alright," he tried to assure me. I scoffed and threw my jacket over to the small table but it missed and landed in a heap on the floor. "Did something happen tonight?"

"He got fucking married!" I shouted and unable to keep myself together anymore, I slid back down to the floor as tears streaked down my cheeks.

This wasn't fair life was dangling everything in front of me that I would never get to have. No guy to call my own, no wedding, only the fiery pits of hell was in my future. I didn't want Kevin. He deserved to be happy with whoever that chick was but I wanted my happy ending or at least the chance for one and I'd never get it.

Sam crouched down in front of me and used the end of his sleeve to wipe my tears but when there seemed to be no end in sight he sat next to me and I fell asleep against his shoulder.

SUPERNATURAL

"Badb," Sam suddenly spoke up from behind his laptop the next afternoon.

I glanced over to my eldest brother hoping he didn't just wake the sleeping bear but Dean didn't seem to have noticed. Drawing my attention back to Sam, I raised an eyebrow in question, "Am I supposed to know what that is?"

"Pagan God," he clarified and I had to suppress a groan of annoyance. We'd just finished having the 'best' Christmas dealing with Mr. and Mrs. God and dealing with another one so soon wasn't exactly on my top twenty things to do. "It's who or what I think we're dealing with. When you were out last night, did you see any crows…maybe an elderly woman?"

I blinked my eyes a few times and quirked my head to the side, "You realize we went to a club last night, right? No, Sam, there were no crows or old ladies trying to twerk it last night."

"Twerk?"

My brothers were hopeless. "I'll show you a video later." I pulled up a chair to the small table in our room and set my notepad down. "But I don't think you're on the right page with this thing."

"No, it all fits," he argued as he laid out the research he had gotten from Dylan. "Badb was a war goddess, one of the sisters of the 'Great Queens', who fed on conflict. She would terrorize and disorient the troops making them fall on their own swords to teach them that death is a part of life." He clicked through a few pages on his laptop and tabbed down. "She wanted to warn us of the consequences of our actions. She talked about 'women without modesty', and 'men without valor'. Now, Julie worked for a modeling agency…a woman without modesty…and this Scott guy got divorced because he cheated on his wife with the babysitter…a man without valor."

"I'd say he has valor," I mumbled and Sam gave me a look. "Think about it Sam, the man had sex with the babysitter. Not exactly the brightest idea, and he was definitely not faithful, but that takes courage. It's actually a lot of fun…invigorating almost, sneaking around and having sex when no one else knows about it. Makes it hotter if you ask me."

He shifted in his seat, "You are such a guy sometimes. Wouldn't you rather find someone who shares your outlook on life? Someone who you go to sleep with every night and wake up to every morning, the kind of person you trust with every ounce of your being."

"I'll stick with the sex," I replied, not wanting to get into a philosophical conversation with him at the moment. "But to get back to more important things, like the case, you're wrong."

"You've said that but you have yet to tell me why."

I flipped a few pages over the top of my notepad to get to where my research on the topic was, "Because it's a Siren."

"I forget Odysseus moved to New Orleans," Sam teased, "Did he not tie himself to the ship this time?"

"Ha ha, real funny," I mocked, making a face at him. "I'm serious. All three vics went to this club, right? So, what if the Siren called them to her with her song, a promise of truths, and then killed them? Some of the lore says they would put the mariners to sleep with her song and then tear them to pieces. It would explain the missing chucks of flesh from the vics' necks."

"When did you have time to do all this research?" he questioned, taking my notepad off the table and flipping through a couple of pages of notes I had scribbled down.

The springs on the old mattress creaked and we looked over to see Dean with a scowl on his face, "Do you two ever shut up?"

"How ya feelin'?" Sam asked, ignoring the sarcasm that had become Dean's new language of choice the past couple of days.

To be honest, I was getting a little concerned about him being sick too. I figured it would have passed by now and though he was no longer puking, thank the Lord, he was still eerily pale and almost constantly covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Peachy," he replied sarcastically as he moved to sit on the end of the bed. "Do you know what you're hunting yet?"

"Pagan God," Sam answered the same time I said, "Siren."

"At least you agree," he mumbled as he stood and shuffled his way to the bathroom.

We waited a minute listening to see if he was going to be sick again but started back with our conversation when we heard the shower turn on.

"How're we going to find out who it is?" Sam questioned, tossing my notepad back on the table.

I massaged my temples hoping to clear the headache I had from drinking too much the night before, "Dylan and I got a couple leads last night."

"You mean besides getting wasted," Sam mentioned and I grunted in response. "Are we going to talk about it?"

My hands froze in their spot as and I opened one eye to look at him, "It's not that hard, Sasquatch. You pour liquid into a glass, swallow, and repeat until you can't see straight."

"That's not what I meant," he continued as he got up to grab the bottle of aspirin we had. I gratefully took three pills and swallowed it with the coffee I had been inhaling all day so I could function, "Who's married?"

"Kevin," he looked like I could have just named a random person, "The guy I dated from Ohio…the one who called after two years of not talking to help him with a killer truck…well two must be our fucking lucky number because after another two years I ran into him at the club last night…with his wife."

Sam slowly nodded, "And you're upset he's married?"

"Yes!...No!...It's complicated, Sam, you wouldn't understand."

"Try me," he almost pleaded with those damn sad eyes that would have any woman eating out of the palm of his hand.

I pulled my hair up in a loose pony tail, "I think I'll go grab those pictures from Dylan to start canvassing and see if anyone has seen them."

"Le, I just want to help," Sam turned in his seat as I stuck my room key in my back pocket along with my cell phone.

I flashed him a warm smile and this time I didn't have to force it. I knew he wanted to help but there was nothing he'd be able to do. "If you really want to help than you'll agree with me that it's a Siren."

"Don't think so," he disagreed. "Pagan God."

Dean came out of the bathroom looking a little livelier than he had been and shuffled his way over to the table where the bottle of aspirin was sitting.

A little light bulb went off in my mind and a smirk broke out across my lips, "Wanna make a bet?"

"Like what?" he questioned carefully though it wasn't like I could make him do my homework anymore.

"Uh," I thought about it for a second, "Winner gets to ask for something…anything they want and loser has to do it."

Surprisingly, he nodded, "Deal."

SUPERNATURAL

Dylan had offered to go with me to ask around for the people we had seen on the security camera the night before. We had about four or five people that seemed to be regulars and the only way to thin the list was to find out who they were and then see if they were supernatural.

"Gotta be honest, thought you'd be acting weird today," he randomly commented as we walked down the sidewalk after talking to a group of teenagers. "Especially after last night."

I shrugged it off, "It's not the first time we got hammered together."

He stopped walking and threw me a look that had me wondering if I missed something, "Do you not remember last night?"

"Pablo, I think you got her drunk," Dylan snickered. I held onto the stool in front of me as I leaned forward and slurped the rest of my drink through the colorful straw.

The elderly man held his hands up innocently, "Can't say no to a beautiful girl, Chico."

After pulling the slice of pineapple off the side of the glass and hungrily eating it I dropped the rind into the empty glass, "Hey, pappi, I'm empty again." I pouted at the sad thought of having no sugary liquid in front of me that made me forget everything I so desperately needed to.

"I think it's time we call it a night," Dylan pushed the empty glass further down the bar and paid the tab we had started.

He held out his hand for me and I took it willingly not bothering to hide the smile on my face as we walked through the club. You see how hot he is, people? That's right he's with me, bitches. I'm awesome. The ride back to the motel seemed to take forever and when I went to get out of the truck I stumbled a bit barely catching myself. My feet didn't think I was so awesome anymore and thought it would be fun to decide to stop working. Dylan had stuck with beer the whole night which was like drinking a bottle water for him so his reflexes were still cat like. Good thing too or I would have ended up flat on my face instead of being carried to his motel room on his back while my arms hung loosely around his neck.

Even in my inebriated state, having my legs wrapped around him had my mind wandering to a lustful place. I leaned forward enough to be able to bite down on his ear and drag my teeth against the skin as I pulled back slowly. A groan reverberated through his chest and with one quick movement I was in front of him with his hands on my rear holding me close to him and locking our lips together.

An electricity passed between us and I was about ready to shed every article of clothing I had right there in the parking lot. He, somehow, had enough restraint to get us in his room and the door shut before he pushed my shirt over my head. Our lips reconnected the second my shirt was discarded on the floor, trying to feed a hunger that I didn't know existed.

It wasn't until he laid me down on the bed and hovered over me that I came to my senses and pushed him away, "I can't do this."

"Shh," he hushed me and started alternating rough and tender kisses down my neck to my collarbone and then onto my chest.

This felt different and I wasn't sure I liked it. This wasn't our normal fuck and be done there were feelings involved now and the wall started to build back up around my heart.

"No," I moved out from under him and sat at the end of the bed a second to stop the room from spinning. "Dylan, I can't do this." I pulled my shirt over my head and pushed my arms back through my jacket. "I have to go."

"I know whatever Pablo was serving was strong enough to knock me on my ass and have me wake up with a killer hangover," I answered his question. "And I know that Sam and I had some drunken conversation last night after I got back to my room."

He bit his bottom lip, "We should see if he knows anything."

I looked to where he was pointing at a man selling hotdogs from a cart, "Am I missing something?" He crossed the street leaving me confused with a disconcerting feeling in the pit of my stomach.

SUPERNATURAL

"Look who's back on his feet," Dylan badgered Dean the next morning as we sat in his room going over everything we had found out.

Dean bowed, "I'd like to thank all the little people that helped me get to where I am now." Sam and I shared a look and rolled our eyes, a hint of a smile playing on our lips, because sarcasm meant he was finally feeling like himself again. "So, have you two agreed on what you're hunting yet?"

"Siren," I nodded with finality while Sam stated, "Pagan God."

"Guess not," Dean sighed and rolled his head from shoulder to shoulder to get his neck to crack before looking to Dylan, "You agree with either of them or do we have something else in the hat we can pick from?"

Dylan slouched down in his chair, "I was thinking some kind of rogue vamp since it's the neck that has a chunk missing but there's too much blood at the crime scene."

Dean nodded in agreement and stood between the two chairs Sam and I were sitting in ready to play referee, "Sam, why is it this God?"

"Badb, the war goddess," he clarified and was about to give Dean the same spiel he gave me the other day but I stopped him.

"Okay fucktard if a war goddess was chilling in New Orleans waiting for Mardi Gras don't you think there'd be…I don't know…a lot more fighting going on?"

Cue Sam bitch face, "She might be here because of the New Orleans battle that happened during the war of 1812."

"First of all, the battle of New Orleans was fought after the treaty was signed to stop the war of 1812 and secondly, that was two hundred years ago, why would she pop up now?" I challenged.

Dean cleared his throat, "Okay, encyclopedias we know Sam is dead set on this war goddess and you think it's a Siren?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded. "Think about it we're by the water and before you say anything about Greek mythology Samuel maybe she adapted with the times. So instead of calling people with her enchanting music she used the music at the club to draw in her victims. She'd seduce them and make them forget about their pursuits while they drowned in unlawful pleasures."

Dylan spoke up from his corner of the room, "But one of the vics was a chick."

"So?" I shrugged, "Maybe the Siren isn't heterosexual." The muscles in Dean's face relaxed and he looked as if he was imaging some chick on chick action. "Anyways, now that peanut gallery has a visual…think about it. First guy was found in his apartment and he was single. Second was the girl found in the backyard and she was separated. Third guy was divorced and found in his truck with his pants down maybe they were still going at it when she killed him. None of the victims had been in a relationship. They all could have been looking for some nookie."

"Now you're saying Limp Bizkit killed these three?" Dylan winked at me.

Dean ran a hand over his face, "How do we get rid of it?"

"Which 'it'?" Sam asked wondering who he was siding with.

Dean looked about ready to throttle someone and as long as it wasn't me, I was strangely comfortable with it. "Pick one."

"Well," Sam started all studious like, "lore says that dark red wine, symbolizing the blood of death and birth, would be used as an offering to appease her."

"Great you go get your goddess drunk while we go take care of the Siren," I chimed in. "Which according to legend, the Sirens were fated to live only until the mortals who heard their songs were able to pass them by."

"So your plan is to stuff beeswax in your ears and let some man try and seduce you until he realizes he can't get in your pants," Sam scoffed and crossed his arms like an over grown child.

Well, I hadn't thought of using myself as bait before but the idea had merit.

SUPERNATURAL

"You know I was joking, right?" Sam questioned as I scrunched my fingers in my hair trying to give it one more boost of volume before I walked into the club. "I didn't actually mean for you to throw yourself at the thing."

"Yeah, great plan, Sam," Dean hissed as he checked the clip of his gun before securing it away so it couldn't be seen.

I rolled my eyes, "I have the three of you backing me up, what could go wrong?"

"Famous last words," Dylan muttered.

There were a few pictures from the security camera that we knew were regulars at the club and my job was to seek them out and basically see what came of it. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be as easy as accidentally spilling holy water or salt on them. I glanced around the club trying to figure out where to start and I watched Dean take up his post at the rear exit, Dylan was sitting in the same booth we had claimed the other night, and Sam sat at the bar close to the entrance. When I had made sure where they all were in their spots Pablo caught my eye and gave me an over enthusiastic wave and I couldn't help but wave back.

I tried rolling my hips to the music but dancing and Winchesters didn't really get along. I just hoped I wasn't so horrible that I would stand out like a sore thumb. Crap, I hope I don't see Kevin again tonight because that would be the last thing I need.

Stupid plan using yourself as bait, my father's voice resounded in my head and I froze in my spot. Dean looked ready to come to where I was but I shook my head letting him know I was alright and to stay where he was. There's other ways to go about this but your pride is getting in the way.

"I'm not prideful," I argued and received a few questioning glances from the people that were in hearing distance.

I was about ready to call it a night when I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see a very attractive brunette standing in front of me. "Are you new around here?" Before I had the chance to answer she smiled and added, "It's just you don't look like you're from here."

"I'm on vacation," I lied and was about to walk away when she lightly grabbed my arm.

"Then why don't you loosen up a little and have some fun." There was something in her eyes that had my instincts kicking in. "It's easy, here," she placed a hand on either side of my hips, "I'll show you."

Signal your brothers and get out of there, my father's voice instructed but with a shake of my head I tried to clear it from my mind.

"I guess one dance couldn't hurt."

I awkwardly put my hands on her shoulders and tried to move to the beat of the music without looking too much like a seventh grader at their first dance. The next second she had our bodies pushed up against one another and held me in place with a hand firmly on my lower back. If it wasn't for the fact that I was being grinded on by a Siren I would have been jealous at the way she moved her hips.

Damn it, Leah! Get out of here now, his voice came again. I wanted to listen, and somewhere deep within me I knew I should, but I didn't.

"You're not half bad," she whispered in my ear and it was just the boost my ego needed. "Ready to see what a real woman can offer you?"

"Where?" I heard myself rasp out.

She licked her lips and squeezed my ass, "You and me…alley, now."

We maneuvered our way through the crowds of people and slipped right past Dean as we went out to the alley way. I didn't even think about the case, my brothers or Dylan as she pushed me up against the wall and slid her tongue in my mouth.

"Hey!" I heard Dean holler as she moved down to kiss my neck.

You're going to get yourself killed because you can't keep your head on straight, my father's voice resounded in my head and the anger I felt towards him at the moment fueled my strength to push her away from me.

She looked ready to retaliate but a loud bang echoed through the night and I looked over to see a bullet through her heart.

My weak little girl needing her big brother to clean up her mess, his voice taunted me.

"Stop it!" I screamed, grabbing onto my hair ready to pull it out, "I don't need him, I don't need anyone! I'm not weak! Damn it, you should be proud of me!"

I was breathing heavily and trying to get his voice out of my head when a hand on my back made me flinch but when I turned around I saw a very concerned looking Sam with Dylan and Dean wearing the same expressions.

SUPERNATURAL

"What happens if you were both wrong?" Dean asked the next morning referring to the bet Sam and I had made.

"Means it's a draw," Sam almost pouted and I crossed my arms. It was a horrible feeling knowing you were wrong.

Dylan zipped his duffel and placed it by the door, "I don't get it though how'd you know a silver bullet would work?"

"Because while you two were out canvassing I went to the club and asked to see the security footage myself. If you two weren't up each other's asses maybe you would have noticed the camera flare," Dean answered with a smug smile. "It's the only reason I went along with using Leah as bait in the first place. I knew that if things got out of hand one bullet and it would all be over."

"Why would a shapeshifter go through all of that though? It doesn't make sense," Sam questioned still looking a little upset that he'd been wrong.

Dean shrugged, "Shapeshifters have human wants and needs. Remember the one from the bank? It wanted wealth, and this one wanted something more physical."

"Well, thanks again for the help," Dylan shook Dean and Sam's hands and nodded to me before he grabbed his duffel and walked out the motel room.

"Go on," Sam pushed my shoulder.

I had no idea what he was talking about until Dean groaned in frustration, "Go say goodbye to him but if you're not back in five minutes, I'm not held responsible for my actions."

I rolled my eyes at the serious expression on Dean's face and met up with Dylan out by his truck.

"Was hoping you'd come say goodbye," he squinted at me, the sun shining bright in the sky.

I closed the distance between us and rested my forehead against his chest, "Again I feel like there's so much that should have been said."

He slung one arm around my shoulders and held me close for a second before gently pushing me away and kissing me on the lips, "There's always next time."

I didn't have the heart, or maybe the guts, to correct him instead I watched as he drove away and left me standing in the parking lot. That could be the very last time I ever laid eyes on Dylan Porter and the thought tempted to put me in a mood. Instead I put my hand up to my lips and reveled in the feeling he had left me with.

"He gone already?" Dean questioned from behind me.

I turned around and shook my head, "That wasn't five minutes."

"Be happy you got that long, I've been fighting him from opening the door the second you walked out," Sam told me and then a serious expression passed over his features and he shared a look with Dean. "Le, who were you talking to last night?"

"The shifter?" I answered with a shrug not ready to admit that I needed a straight jacket.

Dean glanced over to Sam before deciding he was going to speak up, "It happened the last job we worked too over Christmas. It's like you're having a conversation with someone."

"Can…do…" Sam stumbled over his words, "are you seeing someone?"

"Yeah, okay guys," I rolled my eyes trying to push down the fact that they really did think I was nuts, "You two need help."

SUPERNATURAL

After promising I'd be right back I walked the streets of New Orleans looking for someone to buy marijuana from in hopes that if I mellowed out and wasn't so stressed my father's voice would go away. I had Winchester luck though and the guy I thought could be trusted as a dealer turned out to be an undercover cop.

"C'mon," I argued, cutting the officer off, as I tried pushing away from the wall, "This can't be happening!"

The cop grabbed my upper arm and started to lead me toward his cruiser, "Tell it to the judge, sweetheart."