Leah Marie

by sweetkiwi604

She is daddy's little soldier with Sam's intelligence and Dean's love for the opposite sex. See what trouble the three can get into and how far someone is willing to go for their family. Starts pre-series and will follow through current season.

53. Break In

Author's note: I do not own anything having to do with Supernatural, only Leah belongs to me. Just a reminder SUPERNATURAL signifies a break in time. As always please remember to ~Read and Review~

I know, I know, I should be hiding behind a rock as you throw things at me for not updating in forever. I have no excuses but can't thank you all enough for the PMs making sure I was still here.

Speaking of thank you's, not only do I thank my girls, but a special thank you to my partner in crime Tessa for giving this a read through for me. SPNxBookworm has been swamped with school work and instead of bogging her down more, Tessa swooped in and saved the day.

Hope you're still enjoying!

Chapter 53- Break In

I'd like to say that my days were brighter, nights shorter, and that I always had a smile on my face since my revelation hit me. I'd like to say all those things and more but then again if I did I wouldn't be a Winchester. Life had a funny way of throwing curveballs when you were least expecting them though I suppose that's how it worked. If you knew it was coming you could prepare and make plans but it was never that easy. After leaving Pittsburgh and confessing to my brothers that I did in fact want to live I felt like my old self again. Being back to my charming, sexy, I-can-take-on-the-world self only lasted about two days before Dean opened his mouth and shattered my hopes.

Now, that was an interesting conversation.

"Alright," I set my notebook on the table that had a list of ideas to get me out of this deal complete with doodles of pentagrams and daggers along the margin. "Now, since Sam went all Tony Montana on the crossroads demon and I'm still on hell's VIP party list I've been thinking of other ways to fix this."

Dean licked the crumbs from his fingers and picked up another brownie from the tin on the table. He took a hearty swallow from the glass of milk in front of him before stuffing the last brownie in his mouth. I suppose I should mention that they were 'special' brownies made with the pot I had leftover and wanted to get rid of. Sam had tried to reach for one when they were cool enough but I gave him a hard swift kick under the table. He looked ready to scold me when I flashed him a mischievous smile and the puzzle pieces fell into place for him earning me an eye roll and a shake of the head. Now that I think about I should have let him have some because I would be interested to see how a stoned Sammy would act but that was one lecture I just didn't have the patience to sit through, again.

Dean tried to hide the fact that this wasn't a topic he preferred to talk about and nudged Sam with his elbow, "Hey, right before you wasted him did you say it?"

Sam's forehead creased in confusion, "Say what?"

"Say hello to my little friend," Dean did his best Al Pacino impression complete with horrible accent while he imitated shooting a machine gun, little crumbs of brownies falling carelessly out of his mouth.

Sam's eyes flashed over to meet mine with an expression that screamed 'this was a great idea getting him stoned -not'. I bit my bottom lip and slightly shrugged my shoulders in response because personally I loved when Dean was this way. It had been years since I had made my 'special' brownies and if we were being honest it amazed me that I could make them with no problem yet when I tried to bake a simple batch of regular, run-of-the-mill brownies they turned out harder than a rock. Besides, Sam should be thanking me. A Dean that was higher than a kite usually lost what little filter he had and really anything that came out of his mouth would be a surprise.

"Anyways," I cleared my throat and ran my finger down my list of options I had come up with. "Sam, I know awhile back you talked to Bobby and he didn't have any clue as to what we should do but that doesn't mean an answer isn't out there we just have to find it." The words felt foreign rolling off my tongue but I had to stay positive because if I didn't I was scared that somehow my father's voice would find its way back in my head and pull me down the rabbit hole again. A small pout pulled on the corners of Dean's lips and I followed his line of sight to the empty brownie tin. "I'm thinking our best bet would be the Colt. I mean it's new and improved thanks to the whore of hell and we can kill anything and everything in our way."

I was going to continue my line of thought when Dean shook his head, "Not going to work."

The ease in which the words passed his lips had me tilting my head to the side in confusion. "Why not?"

Sam shifted in his seat and shared a look with Dean who slouched down in the chair, grumbling, "Bela stole the Colt."

I blinked a couple times in disbelief. "I'm sorry, what?" There was no way that anyone would be stupid enough to try and steal something from a Winchester and there was definitely no way a Winchester would ever let that happen, or so I thought.

"Bela stole-" Dean started again with a sigh, running a hand over his face.

"What the fuck do you mean Bela stole the Colt?!" I cut him off, my eyes flashing between Sam and Dean as my fist slammed down on the table, wondering why I hadn't been told this very important detail.

"When we got back to the motel after chasing Jeremy around in your dreams it was gone. We didn't mean to keep it a secret but we also didn't want it to be the straw that broke the camel's back so to speak. You were so out of it, Leah, and then you tell us that you don't want to die, something I've been waiting to hear since you told us about the deal in the first place…it just didn't seem like the right time."

"It didn't seem like the right time," I mocked, shaking my head back and forth. "Are you fucking serious right now, Samuel? I appreciate that you didn't want me cowering in a corner with a straightjacket singing Itsy Bitsy Spider with a chorus of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, really I do, but you should have fucking told me!" I leaned forward and banged my forehead against the table before taking a deep breath, trying desperately to stay positive. I have to say it was less exhausting being a glass half empty kind of girl. "Well, there go my ideas."

I could hear Sam slide my notebook across the table and I could only imagine he was skimming over my list, "I still say we talk to Ruby."

"What's she going to do? Make you a deal you can't refuse?" I questioned, raising my head from the table. Over my dead body, tall one, literally. "Sam, there's no way that pointed hat little bitch knows how to save me from hell's inferno."

"Witch," Sam corrected.

I scoffed at the fact that he was sticking up for his new best friend. "No, bitch is what I meant. Dean's right she breathes and the air comes out crooked."

"I'm not saying trust her, I'm saying we use her!" Sam's voice rose and our calm little discussion was starting to tip over the fence into a full blown argument. "She said she knows how to save you from the deal."

"She lied," Dean threw his two cents in but there wasn't that normal undertone of a disgust it usually held when he talked about Ruby and it left an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want to believe anything that came out of that abomination's mouth but if it saved me than I was willing to hear her out -not that I'd ever tell my brothers that or let either one of them do anything to save me. Even in his mellow state Dean was able to pick up on the questioning expressions Sam and I were wearing. "She told me there wasn't anything we could do to save Leah from the pit and that the only reason she was hanging around was to earn Sam's trust." He snorted and shook his head, "And Samantha here is eating up every word the skank force feeds him."

Sam threw a bitch face at Dean and droned on about how he wasn't hanging on every word Ruby spewed to him while I felt as if the walls around me were closing in. My options just kept falling through the cracks and real fear started to settle in my chest almost making it hard to breathe. I knew what the consequences of making a deal consisted of and I had dreamt about what my time in hell would entail but somewhere deep inside of me there was still a sliver of hope that someone would find a way to rescue me. Maybe it was childish and naïve to think that Prince Charmings still existed but with everything we have seen over the years I was hoping I was wrong.

"I'm going to hell," I whispered as a lump formed in my throat and tears that I would never let fall burned my eyes. The image of my father as a demon flashed through my mind and his words once again taunted me.

You can't escape me, little girl. You're going to die. And this? This is what you're going to become!

"Hey," Sam reached over and gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze, grounding me to the moment before it could completely consume me. "We're going to figure this out we still have some time. No need to freak out just yet, okay?"

I nodded letting his words settle over me and wash away those of my father. "I won't become one of those things. Sam, she was human once. I can't…I don't care what I have to do, I will not become a demon."

I meant every word from every fiber of my being. Even after his death there was nothing that I wanted more than to make my father proud. I wanted his legacy to live on within me and becoming one of hell's deviants was a sure fire way to be daddy's biggest disappointment.

"You've been a demon since you were two and figured out that you could make someone bleed by biting them," Dean commented and as much as I wanted to be mad at him his teasing took some of the pressure off my chest. "Sam's arm started to look like a freaking chew toy."

"Well…" I started with a sigh, taking my notebook and closing it. "All my suggestions revolved around killing every crossroads demon with the Colt but there is one more idea I had…sort of a last resort." I saw concern sweep across Sam's face and even Dean sat up straighter in his chair. "It would buy us a little more time too." I paused for a moment almost feeling the heat of the fire dancing across my skin. "What if you opened the devil's gate again?"

Sam and Dean shared a look of confusion before the latter spoke up, "How would that keep you out of hell?"

I picked at the skin around my nails and kept my gaze on the empty brownie tin, unable to face them. "It wouldn't. I would still go to hell but it would give you two more time to locate the Colt and put it in the door. Dad did it, fuck even Ruby did it, I'm sure if you opened the door I could do it too. I have to, I can't…" I trailed off as my voice started to waver. Waiting a few moments to collect myself, I made sure my voice came out strong and without room for argument before continuing, "I don't know where souls go after we put them to rest and I don't know what happened to Dad but anywhere has to be better than hell. You get the door open and I'll fight my way out."

My little revelation was enough to sober Dean right up and he went on for about twenty minutes listing off every possible way he thought of to save me. It was that same revelation that set a new plan in motion for the three of us and that was to find the Colt at all costs. In the back of my mind I knew that finding the Colt meant they'd have the key to reopen the devil's gate but I never brought the topic back up to my brothers instead left it locked away in my mind.

We searched for three weeks straight and every possible lead we had ended up being a dead end. I wasn't ready to give up, and though I wanted to believe my brothers weren't either, a fight broke out between the three of us when Dean mentioned taking a job. Apparently, some journalist who spent his whole career debunking mystery spots had vanished while visiting one and Dean thought we should check it out. If I would have been in my right mind I would have understood his reasoning but I was too set on one thing and that was finding Bela so I could get the Colt. Our argument got to the point where I ended up walking out of the motel room, slamming the door behind me, and hitching a ride with Kate to Bobby's.

We talked for a bit but for the most part I kept my gaze out the window, staring at the green smear of trees as we passed them. I couldn't get over the fact that Dean was so willing to take this job and Sam pretty much followed him without argument like an obedient dog. They had been waiting months for me to admit I didn't want to go to hell and when I finally did it was as if they didn't care. Sam rattled on about how we were going to find a way and that maybe I needed a break. Hatred started to sit heavy in my heart when I shot him one last look before storming out of the motel room. There was no such thing as too obsessed when you were talking about saving your own life.

Kate started some small talk and I just couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer. Everything came out like verbal diarrhea from the brownies I made, to the money I stole out of Sam's wallet before I left, to the teacher's assistant I was having an affair with in high school, and even that I didn't want to turn into a crispy critter down in the pit. She was over the moon that I was searching for a way to break my deal but I made her swear she wouldn't say anything to Becca or Sadie. The last thing I needed was for them to get their hopes up only to be let down in the end. The ride went by too quickly and the second I stepped out of the car at the salvage yard a weight got dropped back on my shoulders. After promising I would call her the second I had information and Kate reminding me, yet again, to call her if she could do anything to help I started my mission of finding Bela.

The third day I was curled up on Bobby's worn couch with my laptop resting on my legs, searching for any of her known aliases. At this point I was ready to get on the next space shuttle and head to Mars if that's what it took. The words on the screen started to blur together and I had to blink a few times to get them to focus.

"I know it's important to find her but don't you think you should catch a few hours of sleep?" I reluctantly tore my eyes away from the screen to see Bobby standing in front of me with a mug of coffee in his hands. "You're going to be no good to anyone if you can't even see straight."

Every time I wanted to give up I'd remember my father's words and I'd get another spike of adrenalin. "I'm alright." He hummed a response in disbelief and set the coffee on the end table next to me. "She has to be somewhere, Bobby, a person can't just fall off the face of the earth…believe me we've tried."

"We'll find her, kid, I have a few trees I can shake." He sat down behind his cluttered desk and readjusted his hat as he cleared his throat. Sighing, I raised an eyebrow in question knowing that he had something to say but was unsure of how I'd react to whatever it was. "Dean called this morning, says you haven't been returning his calls, wanted to know if I had heard from you."

"He'd know if he was here," I muttered my response and went back to my never ending search for the chick with the tailored trench coat.

SUPERNATURAL

By the fifth day I was about ready to pull my hair out, searching for Bela was like trying to bottle the wind. I couldn't tell you how many cups of coffee I had inhaled but at this point attaching it to an intravenous bag would be easier. My leg bounced from the amount of caffeine I had consumed as I sat at Bobby's kitchen table scrolling through my list of contacts. That's when it hit me.

"Missouri," I whispered, the pieces falling together quicker than my mind could process. It wasn't much but that small sliver of hope started to spark.

"What are you muttering about in there," Bobby called in from the other room as I gathered my stuff up and threw what I could in my purse.

"Hey, I need to go home for…" I trailed off for a moment as I was hit with a wall of emotions. Freudian slip or not, that was not something I expected to come out of my mouth, ever. Bobby's house and the backseat of the Impala were the only places I had ever considered my home but here I was after all these years calling Kansas, home. "I mean Kansas," I corrected my slip of the tongue, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that was growing inside of me.

If he picked up on my shift of emotions he didn't let it show, "You think she's there?"

"No," I scoffed as I sat on the couch to shove my feet into my boots, because that'd be too easy. "But I'm willing to take a long shot and see if a friend of mine can point me in the right direction. I just hope she doesn't whack me with a wooden spoon."

Bobby and I didn't even hear the Impala pull up the drive and we both jumped in surprise as Sam came barreling through the front door frantically calling out my name. Worried something happened to Dean I sprung off the couch and met him in the hallway where he engulfed me in a hug so tight that my feet lifted off the ground. "Are you alright?"

"Other than not being able to breathe, peachy," my response came out muffled since my face was shoved into his chest and he set me back on my feet. He placed a hand on either shoulder, his eyes scanning every inch of me. Any anger I had was completely forgotten when I saw a mix of relief and terror written across his face. "Sam, what's going on?"

No answer passed his lips as he pulled me back into a bone crushing hug. I wanted to push him away, remind him that I was still mad at him, or even tease him for being weird but when I felt his heart pounding against his chest my arms tightened around him, trying to soothe whatever fears were running through his mind. He eventually pulled away but not completely, leaving an arm draped over my shoulders. "Do you know what day it is?"

"Uh, Thursday?" I replied with an educated guess. I had never really paid attention to the day of the week unless we were in school and it was the weekend. He looked more than relieved and gave my shoulder a squeeze as Bobby joined us in the hallway the same time Dean walked through the front door.

"I've found her."

SUPERNATURAL

"What the fuck do you mean 'wait in the car'?" I exclaimed as we pulled into the hotel Bobby had given us directions to in Mayberry saying that Bela was checked into a room 507 under one of her aliases.

"If she tries to weasel her way out then you need to be out here to stop her. This is the closest we've been to getting a lead on the Colt and I'm not taking any chances of letting it slip away," Dean's voice held steadfast and was meant to be the final decision.

Instead it only pissed me off more, "So, what? Now that Bobby and I have spent every waking minute hunting the bitch down while you were off playing Ghostbusters on a job you refuse to tell me anything about now you want me to sit on the sidelines? I don't fucking think so, Dean. You know what? I'm sick of this bullshit," I smacked Sam's shoulder so he'd know he was in the same sinking boat as Dean, "from both of you. Why don't you want to find Bela, huh? Why don't you think that finding the Colt should be on top of our list of priorities like you did a week ago? And while we are at it why won't you tell me about this last job you worked? What's the worst that happened? Dean miss his shot? Sam fall for the innocent and get all dewy eyed when you had to leave?"

"No," Sam spoke up softly, not feeding into the argument I was gearing up for. "It's nothing like that…it's just…it was a hard case." He got a far off look in his eye and I felt my anger starting to dissipate again. How dare he look like that when I'm trying to be pissed at him. Asshole. "As for Bela we're just not sure if she would even have the Colt anymore or even know where it is."

"So that means we can't try? My ass is going to be roasting in hell for all of eternity and you're what? Already building the pyre?"

Sam turned his attention to Dean instead of answering me and I was ready to explode in the backseat if someone didn't start filling me in very soon. Dean refused to meet my gaze as he got out of the car and as I tried to follow Sam caught my arm. "He doesn't want to find the Colt because he thinks you're going to stop trying to find a way to save yourself."

"Sam, that doesn't even make any sense."

He locked eyes with me and I almost felt as if he was trying to take a mental picture of what I looked like. "Sure it does. He won't admit it but he's scared you're going to throw caution to the wind and settle on finding a way to climb out of hell instead of trying to stay out of it in the first place."

I broke eye contact as I took my hair out of the clip I had it in before redoing it more to give my hands something to do than anything else. "That's ridiculous. Why would he think that?"

"Because it's the same thing he would do."

I listened to what Sam was saying but what I heard was, because it's something dad would do. He was right in that sense my father wouldn't search for a way to save himself he'd just try to take out as many supernatural beings as he could before his time clock ran out. Part of me wanted to do what would make him proud, forget about what would save me and start worrying about how to save the world instead but there was another part of me that wanted to be selfish. Suppose that was another trait I had picked up from dear old dad, my quest for revenge and not bothering who got hurt in the crossfire.

It wasn't lost on me that I was dangling Sam and Dean's lives in front of death while I was trying to save myself but at this moment in time I just wanted to be their little sister again. I wanted my overprotective bulldogs to stand on either side of me and protect me from the shadows of the world. The same shadows that tried to creep in when you weren't paying attention and claim your every thought. And though they'd always be there for me, until I took my last breath, I wasn't a little girl anymore. I needed to be able to save myself.

The walk up to her room was silent with the three of us lost in our own thoughts and when we spotted the room at the end of the hall I nearly sprinted the rest of the way. Crouching down, I pulled my lock pick set from my pocket and got to work on the lock to Bela's room while Sam and Dean kept watch. This could be it, what I had been waiting for, and I could almost see the Colt tucked under some designer clothes in the back of a dresser drawer. Dean made some comment about going faster and there was a soft click as I unlocked the door. It was hard to keep the smile off my face as I pushed the door open and we rushed into the room. Sam immediately went to check the bathroom and small closet to make sure we were alone while I stripped the bed and Dean rummaged through the dresser drawers.

"Any sign of it?" Dean questioned as he shoved the drawer closed and went to the next.

"Don't you think we would have mentioned that little detail," I growled in frustration as I dropped to my knees and ran my hand under the bed, finding a small box and pulling it out.

Sam came back in from the bathroom and quickly scanned the empty closet, "Are we even sure this is Bela's room?"

"I'd say so," Dean answered, holding up two different colored wigs before dropping them onto the floor.

"Yeah, I second that," I agreed, thumbing through the suitcase of cash I had found. If nothing else maybe I could use the money to hire a private investigator because I doubt hell would exchange my soul for something monetary.

The phone started ringing making me drop the wad of cash I had in my hand. Sam shook his head as Dean nearly leapt over the bed to slap my hand away from the phone, "Don't answer it!"

He was a second too slow and I already had the receiver to my ear. "Leah, sweetie? Are you there?"

My blood started to boil as my eyes flashed to each of my brothers, "You fucking bitch. Where are you?"

"And here I thought we were friends."

Dean tried to snatch the phone but I smacked his hand away again. There was no way I was going to let him hang up on the closest lead we had. "Then as a friend tell me where you are. We should have coffee and catch up."

"I'm two states over by now."

"Well then turn your little over priced car around, come back and hand over what belongs to me. That is the only weapon we have against an army of demons, do you know how many people are going to die if you don't give it back?" I wasn't going to make it personal, I wasn't going to tell her that I was going to die if I didn't get it back because then we'd never see the thing again. Nope, I was going to play the non-selfish card, the ones hunters were supposed to be but never were, because when it came down to it we all were hunting for a reason - revenge.

"Oh doll, it doesn't have your name on it. Maybe your brothers shouldn't have let it out of their sight. If you really want to blame someone it's them and you'll have quite a bit of time to do it to."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I have to tell you Bela, I don't take kindly to threats."

"You really don't know me at all if you think I wouldn't take precautions. Goodbye, Leah, tell your brothers I say hello."

The call was disconnected and before I had a chance to process what just happened the motel room door was kicked down. Cops swarmed the room, shouting at us to put our hands up, and instantly pinned the three of us to the ground. The one behind me was pulling my arms back so far I thought my shoulders were going to pop out of socket. If I ever saw that bitch again she was going to find out exactly what it meant to fuck with a Winchester. A pair of over shined shoes came into view and I craned my neck up trying to see who it was.

"Sam, Dean, and Leah Winchester, 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 speak to an attorney and have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you at government expense." The man with the shiny shoes smiled down to the three of us. "Hi guys, it's been awhile."

SUPERNATURAL

I had never felt more like an animal in all my life, okay, there was this one dog collar incident but that's beside the point. There were shackles around my ankles, cuffs around my wrists and both were chained not only together but to my brothers as well. The three of us were packed into the back of the police cruiser and I had to half sit on Dean to even fit in the car.

"I'll call Becca when we get our one phone call," I muttered under my breath so only Dean could hear. "She'll get a hold of Bobby and between the two of them we'll be out of here in no time. I just hope she doesn't tell her brother because that stupid son of-"

"You don't know who that is, do you?" Dean whispered back, flashing a sarcastic smile to the cop in the front seat who looked in the rearview mirror to check on us. I shrugged my shoulders to let him know I had no clue and he continued. "He's with the FBI. We got away from him when we were helping Deacon with the haunting at the prison."

"That's great that you two fucked up but what does that have to do with me?" I snapped and the cop that seemed so happy to see us in the hotel room turned around in his seat. Unlike my brother, I scowled at him and narrowed my eyes, "See something you like, piggy? I mean if you wanted me in handcuffs all you had to do was ask."

"Leah, here I thought we were past the sarcastic comments. You really don't remember me?" Obviously not, Mr. Smiles, you must not have left an impression. "And after the great conversation we had. What? Do I have to mention your dad again to get a rise out of you?" There was a sadistic smile plastered on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Ex-marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwoods cabins. Real paramilitary survivalist type, I just can't get a handle on what type of whacko he was…white supremacist, Timmy McVeigh, to-may-to, to-mah-to."

"You got no right talking about my dad like that, he was a hero!"

"Yeah…right…sure sounds like it. You have one hour to make a decision or we come through those doors full automatic."

"Henriksen," I breathed out, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. I had never seen his face but now that I made the connection I couldn't believe I didn't recognize his voice right away. He wasn't going to rattle me though, "Nice to finally put a name to a face…and by nice I mean knives in my eyes nice."

"There's that firecracker spirit I've been waiting to see!" He faced the front for a moment to point where he wanted the driver to park before turning back to the three of us. "Now you three just sit tight, there's no way to Houdini your way out of this one." He got out of the car and poked his head back in, "We've got you now." Henriksen slammed the door shut and the driver exited the car only to stand guard with three other officers.

"Leah," Sam's voice was a cross between a low growl and a warning. "Would you keep your comments to yourself, please. You're only going to make it worse."

"Yeah, because the armed guards outside of the car is my fault, Samuel."

Dean shifted getting our attention, "We let them think they've won, get us into the cell, and then we'll think of a plan. There isn't anywhere they could put us that we can't break out of we just might need to be a little creative is all."

"I still say Becca could help though if her brother found out he'd try to skin me alive." Our conversation was cut off as the backdoor swung open and a guard gripped my upper arm, pulling me from the car, the chains attached to my brothers pulling them along with me. "Watch the merchandise, buddy, you break it, you buy it."

Sam coughed and I tried to not roll my eyes, what was the worse they were going to do, shoot me? The metal chains clanked against the ground as we shuffled our way into the police station. If this was supposed to keep the three of us in then we'd have a pretty good chance at escaping. The building was smaller than most stations we had been in over the years. Guess Mayberry didn't have a lot of criminals come through those doors. Their biggest excitement was probably some hick who drank too much moonshine. The secretary sat behind her desk, clutching her rosary beads to her chest, watching us with eyes as wide as saucers.

"Why all the sourpusses?" Dean questioned from the middle of Sam and I and I could almost hear the groan Sam tried to suppress. Well, where the hell does he think I got it from? He must have read the nameplate on the secretary's desk because the next words out of his mouth were, "We're not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy."

"He's right there," I chimed in, throwing a wink to her over my shoulder, "We're the new and improved guardian angels coming soon to a store near you."

Mr. Grabby stopped us outside of the cells and unchained me from my brothers, my face unable to hide the confusion as they shoved the two of them in one cell and I in another across from them keeping me separated from them.

"Why not keep them all together?" Mr. Grabby asked in a low whisper that I was just able to catch as he metal bars slammed shut behind me.

Henriksen smirked as he followed the policeman back out to the office area, "Think of it as an insurance policy because if they do Houdini out of this, they won't leave her behind."

They fucking better not, I thought to myself and rolled my eyes as the two idiots almost fell over because Sam went to walk the opposite direction as Dean even though they were still connected to one another. I tried to sit on the bed and cross my legs, forgetting the shackles around my ankles and almost fell off the stupid thing. Okay, maybe they weren't such dumbasses after all. I wondered if this was how Becca felt on the regular.

"You alright over there?" Sam questioned as he and Dean sat shoulder to shoulder on their cot.

I scoffed and raised my arms to show him my still handcuffed wrists, "Oh yeah, this is just like a dream I had except I was handcuffed to the bed and-"

"No!" Dean cut me off, quickly shaking his head side to side, "No, no, no, I do not need that image in my head. Ever."

"So…" I leaned back against the cement wall. "What do we do now?"

"I'll think of something," Dean stated with a reassuring smile.

SUPERNATURAL

"You've got nothing, don't you?" I sighed, banging the back of my head against the wall. "This is great, Dean, by the time we get out of here Bela is going to be in Atlantis."

His forehead creased in thought, "The place that's under water?"

"I'm making you read a book when we get out of here," I muttered and before he could reply Henriksen came back around the corner. Sam sat up a little straighter on the cot while Dean stayed slouched down, clearly bored with the situation. "Miss us already?"

He flashed my brothers a smile before holding onto one of my cell bars, "You know what I'm trying to decide?"

"Whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?" Dean sarcastically replied, trying to get the attention back on him and Sam instead of me. I couldn't help but chuckle and Dean's eyes danced with amusement.

His plan worked though and Henriksen let go of the bar and stood in front of their cell. "What to have for dinner tonight." Dean kept the attention of Henriksen while Sam's eyes kept flickering to mine as if to make sure I was alright. I don't know what he thought was going to happen I was in a metal cage. "Steak or lobster, what the hell, surf and turf," Henriksen continued, "I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seeing you three in chains."

"You kinky son of a bitch. We don't swing that way," Dean replied in the same smug tone. If he wasn't my brother than I would have thought he was fearless but I knew better, I knew this was just one of his tactics.

I gave an experimental tug on the chain connecting my handcuffs even though I knew they wouldn't come apart, "I don't know. I could get on board with some bondage shit as long as it was with the right man." I glanced up and down Henriksen and shook my head, sucking air in through my teeth. "I have to say though…you are not him."

Dean cleared his throat and I shrugged at Sam's warning glare, "You know I wouldn't bust out the melted butter just yet. Couldn't catch us at the bank, couldn't keep us in that jail."

"You're right. Screwed up. I underestimated you. I didn't count on you being that smart but now I'm ready."

A scoff escaped my lips before I could stop it, "Yeah, ready to lose us again?"

I expected him to get angry, maybe even rustle his feathers a bit, but he just smiled again turning away from my brothers to face me. "Ready like a court order to keep you in a super maximum prison in Nevada 'til trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell, so that between you and me…is probably unconstitutional." The seriousness of the situation finally set in and I had no sarcastic comments. I swallowed hard to keep my emotions in check and I would have been okay if he had just stopped there but he just had to continue, "How's that for ready?" I didn't answer, my chest tightening at the thought of being locked in a room where no one would be able to get me out, where I wouldn't be able to find a way out of my deal. "Take a good look at your brothers you three will never see each other again." He stepped aside so I could see them and though I knew better than to listen to anything someone of authority had to say his words permeated my mind. "Aw. Where's that smug smile, Leah? I want to see it."

I could see Sam's concerned face as my chest heaved with every breath, my arms and fingers feeling weak as they hung by my side on the cot. Dean glanced over to me as Sam tried to catch my line of sight, "You got the wrong guys."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. You fight monsters. Sorry, Dean. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place. That's all. That's reality."

"Why don't you shut your mouth?" Dean snarled.

"Well, guess what. Life sucks. Get a helmet. 'Cause everybody's got a sob story. But not everybody becomes a killer." I could just make out the sound of a helicopter and Henriksen tapped his watch, "I have three less killers to worry about and now it's surf and turf time."

Henriksen must have walked out because the next thing I knew both brothers were at the bars of their cells trying to get my attention. I vaguely remember Sam reassuring me that everything was going to be okay and Dean telling me to put my head between my knees. After a few minutes of breathing in through my nose and out of my mouth I started to come out of the panic attack that threatened to take me over. Both brothers still anxiously watched from their cell as I slumped back on the cot worn out.

"Le?" Sam questioned with his voice full of concern and if he could I'm sure he would have bent the bars to get to me.

"Let that douche get in my head, I'm alright," I tried to convince them but their expressions told me that they didn't believe me. "Hey, Dean, how's that escape plan coming?"

"Digging a hole to china as we speak," he replied with a smirk and wiggle of his eyebrows though the worry in his voice still slipped through.

I chuckled a little, "Good, I could go for some fried rice."

A door opened and a man we hadn't seen yet walked in wearing a suit so I figured he was another fed like Henriksen. Dean watched his every move with calculated precision while Sam kept his gaze on me. I gave a subtle nod to let him know I was alright but he wouldn't take those damn sad eyes off of me.

"Sam, Dean, and Leah Winchester, I'm Deputy Director Steven Groves," he introduced himself. "This is a pleasure."

"Well, glad one of us feels that way," Dean answered, once again trying to keep the attention on him.

"I've been waiting a long time for you three to come out of the woodwork."

There was something about his voice or maybe it was his choice of words but I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I went to speak up when a shot rang out followed by a cry of pain making me jump up from the cot, my hands on the bars in front of me trying to help though I was caged like an animal. Fear ran through my veins like ice when I saw Dean wrestling with the agent through the bars but I couldn't see Sam.

"Leah, demon!" Dean shouted as he tried to get a hold of what I assumed to be the gun that went off.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incuriso…" I started chanting automatically.

The guy in Dean's grasp stood perfectly still and I trailed off for a brief second, "Sorry, I've gotta cut this short. It's gonna be a long night."

With that his mouth opened as his head tilted back, thick black smoke escaping in a billowing cloud that went up through the vent. The host body slumped to the floor and I saw Sam with a hand pressed against his shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers.

"Sam! Sammy?!" I cried out, seeing his right hand pressed against the wound and my first thought was that it was serious.

Dean removed Sam's hand to get a better look and my level of concern dropped a bit when I saw relief flood Dean's features, "Just a shoulder wound."

Sam grunted in pain as Dean made him put pressure back on in until we could get someone to remove the bullet and stitch it up. Henriksen and Mr. Grabby came running into the room with their guns raised at my brothers, some rent-a-cop aiming his at me. I immediately put my hands up to show I wasn't a threat because the last thing we needed was two bleeding Winchesters. I'm sure Dean would have really lost his mind then.

"He shot him!" Grabby exclaimed.

"We didn't shoot anyone!" I argued. Getting arrested for something we didn't do was bad enough, adding a murder charge to our rap sheet was not something I was looking to do.

"He shot my brother!" Dean yelled.

"Get on your knees, now!" Henriksen demanded, his gun pointed at Dean's chest and the rent-a-cop motioned for me to do the same. The metal scraped against the concrete floor as I got down on my knees and held my hands out in front of me hoping to show that I wasn't a threat to anyone.

Sam's face was a mask of pain but he was the ever levelheaded one out of the three of us, "Okay, okay, okay. Don't shoot. Please. Look. Here. Here," he motioned for Dean to toss the gun through the bars and Dean did slowly so no one would get trigger happy. "Look. We didn't shoot him. Check the body. There's no blood. We did not kill him. Go ahead, check him."

Mr. Grabby lowered his weapon and kicked the gun away from the dead man's body before patting him down, "Vic, there's no bullet wound."

"He's probably been dead for months," I muttered and if looks could kill I'd be dead right along with this dude. Don't you be looking at me like that Dean our brother was shot, which is bad enough, but I don't want to join him.

Henriksen turned his gun on me and I could have screamed at this idiot right now but I bit my tongue instead as he spewed his hatred at me, "What did you do to him?"

"We didn't do anything," I promised, wondering if I should tell him about the exorcism or not but decided it wouldn't help my case any so I didn't add anymore to my answer.

Henriksen took a step closer to me, his gun aimed at my chest, "Talk or I shoot."

Or, you know, talking is good too because I really didn't want him to pull that trigger. "He was possessed."

I tried to ignore the glares I was receiving from my brothers but sorry dudes this guy was going to send me down to the pit ahead of schedule and I'm just not ready to board that train yet.

"Possessed? Right," Henriksen scoffed before turning to Mr. Grabby and the rent-a-cop. "Fire up the chopper! We're taking them out of here now."

Well I wasn't ready to be in a super max prison but at the moment it had it's pros like not dying in the near future so I was game. Apparently, Dean was too because he agreed, "Yeah! Do that!"

Rent-a-cop took his gun off of me and tried to get a hold of someone on his walkie-talkie, "Bill?" There was nothing but static on the other end but he tried again. "Bill, are you there?"

Still static and Henriksen gave him the okay to go check what was going on while him and Mr. Grabby stayed with the three of us as if we would disappear into thin air. Henriksen's walkie beeped and though it was mostly static we could hear the rent-a-cop barely through the speaker, "They're dead. I think they're all dead."

"What the hell was that? Reidy? Reidy?!" Henriksen shouted into the walkie-talkie but static was his only answer. "Come in? Reidy? Reidy?"

Oh fuck, I locked eyes with Dean and we were both thinking the same thing. This was going to be a very long night and to be honest I prayed that we would make it out of here alive.

SUPERNATURAL

The lights suddenly went out and it only confirmed my fears.

"Oh, that can't be good," Dean muttered and I threw him an incredulous look. You think, asshole?

I paced the small cell, the chains scraping against the cement floor with every step I took. "You start that hole to China yet?"

Dean grunted in response as he continued to check Sam's wound, confirming that there was indeed an exit wound so we wouldn't have to worry about digging a bullet out of his shoulder in the near future. Sam squirmed again making him look like an overgrown four year old and Dean put more pressure on the wound just for spite. "Alright, don't be such a wuss."

"What's the plan?" Henriksen busted through the door with his gun still in his hand. "Kill everyone in the station, bust you three out?"

Nope. This is not good. Not good at all. But somehow I didn't think they were going to give us our one phone call. Now that, that would have been helpful.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean questioned, making Sam hold onto the wad of toilet paper they were using to try and stop the bleeding.

"I'm talking about your psycho friends. I'm talking about a blood bath."

"Listen, douchewad," Sam's shot me a look warning me to watch my mouth but fuck if I had any filter left at all at this point. "I don't know what's going on out there but I can promise you they aren't our friends and they aren't here to help us. So, either you can let us out of these damn cages and we can try and save your manicured ass or you can start praying to that goat you worship before the skin gets peeled off your smug face."

"She's right," Sam spoke up and I almost choked on the air in shock, "Maybe not about the goat thing." Sure, Samuel, suck up to the Fed. "But everyone here is in terrible danger."

"If you let us out, we can try to save you," Dean added in.

Henriksen let out an unhumorous chuckle, "From what?" I shrugged my shoulders and he pointed his gun at the ceiling in emphasis. "You going to say demons?" He came and stood right in front of my bars, leaning his face in as much as possible trying to appear threatening. "Don't you dare say demons."

"Demons." I couldn't help myself and it had slipped from my lips without a second thought. It was kind of like when you tell a kid to not do something they're only going to want to do it more. You know, like if you tell Dean no pie and he comes back an hour later with a stomachache like a six year old because he ate the whole thing. It's really our Winchester charm I think.

Henriksen tapped his gun against the metal bars, "You should be a lot more scared of me."

"Shaking in boots," I winked as he walked back out to the lobby. Looking back over to my brothers I leaned my head on the bars, "We are thinking demons, right?"

Sam nodded in response, "Think so."

"Awesome because any salt, holy water, or rosary beads are in the car," I banged my head against the bars in frustration as Dean mother henned over Sam's shoulder. "Rosary beads. Fuck, Dean, rosary beads!"

"Really think now is the time to get right with Jesus, Le?" Dean quirked an eyebrow not following where I was going with my train of thought.

"Fuck Jesus," I waved him off and then thought about what I said. Alright, I might not be a devoted catholic or even prayed everyday like Samuel here but I think that was just bad juju and we just did not need that right now. Crossing myself, just to be on the safe side, I tried again. "Wanna make a bet?"

"What?" Sam asked, thoroughly confused. Dean, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to shoot me himself.

"Dean, you remember Nancy, right?" He paused for a minute, his eyes going up as if scanning his memory. He got this goofy grin on his face and I swear to God if I saw his pants starting to grow I was going to gouge my eyes out. "The receptionist, you man whore."

He snapped out of whatever daydream he was in and finally shrugged, "Yeah, so?"

"So, be a Winchester." Really, I thought it would be self explanatory but both brothers just stared at me waiting for me to continue. It was tough work being the brains and the beauty…but somebody had to do it. "Start with the smirk, reel her in with the Winchester charm, and BAM right as she is starting to fall for you give her those puppy dog eyes Sam uses all the time."

"You want him to seduce the receptionist?" Sam questioned, pressing the wad further into his would to make sure the blood would start to clot, at least a little bit. I don't know how I wasn't dead already with these two idiots as brothers.

Dean got that goofy grin back on his face as he stuck his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans, "Maybe she knows we're all going to die and as a last will and testament I get to bang Nora."

"Nancy," I corrected with an eye roll and an even more exaggerated sigh. "And no, sorry Dean, but I don't care if you get laid before we die. I want her beads."

If Dean had been drinking something it would have been sprayed all over Sam as Dean started coughing, "You want her what?!"

"Rosary beads…to make holy water," I explained with a grimace on my face. "You're a sick bastard, you know that."

Dean muttered something under his breath that I wasn't able to make out but I'm sure I didn't want to hear it anyway. "How am I supposed to even get her attention?"

"Do I have to do everything?" I groaned with another eye roll. "Watch the pro," I whispered to my brothers as I set a scowl on my face and pressed my hand against my lower stomach. "Hey!" I shouted, ignoring the questioning glances I was receiving from my brothers. "Hey! Anyone out there? I know you all have dicks but doesn't anyone have a tampon?"

"That's just disgusting," Dean grumbled, stepping back from their bars to try and sit on the cot but got caught since he was still attached to Sam. "Can we sit?" Sam agreed and they trotted over to the cot like they were in trouble at recess.

Out of the corner of my eye I happened to see the receptionist poking her head in the room and I threw a quick smile to my brothers. My plan was working. "Nancy? It's Nancy, right? Look, I don't mean to cause any problems but it's been hours since I've changed my…you know…" I trailed off as I saw my brothers scrunching their faces up. Amateurs. "Please, you don't have to do anything but slip it through the bars. I'll figure out the rest. It would be such a big help." She stared at me with big doe eyes for a brief moment before scurrying back out of the room. "Shit."

"Great use of that Winchester charm but I think you forgot the Sam eyes," Dean teased as we heard the door opening again. Nancy was standing there with her rosary beads wrapped around one hand and a tampon in the other. "Son of a bitch."

Fuck, yeah, Leah Winchester can also get chicks. Not that I think I would ever go that way but damn if it didn't double my chances of getting laid. Right, not the time to be thinking about that.

"Thank you," I smiled at her and reached my hand out for the tampon but made sure to stay within the bars.

She extended her arm into my cell and I grabbed her arm, making her shriek in my ear. Think the little catholic might be a banshee because I was pretty sure I was deaf in my left ear now. The rent-a-cop and Henriksen came running back into the holding area with their guns raised. Great, I'm going to get shot over a set of rosary beads.

"Are you alright, Nance?" Rent-a-cop asked with his shotgun pointed at my chest. Can someone say over compensating much? She nodded and cowered behind him. "Try something again and you'll get shot. Zombie style."

I really need a better filter on my mouth because words just fall out some times. "Zombie style?"

If Sam was anything like his Harry Potter hero he liked to read about I'd be cursed with the look he was giving me. Yeah, yeah, I know, shut up. He never lets a girl have any fun.

"Yeah," Rent-a-cop continued. "It means I shoot you in the head and splatter your brains on the wall."

He escorted Nancy out with Henriksen in tow leaving us once again alone but now not unarmed. I wrapped the rosary beads around my hand, chanted the spell in Latin like I had memorized, and dropped them into the small toilet. Granted not the cleanest holy water we have ever used but hey you had to improvise. I shivered in repulsion as I picked them out of the toilet and tossed them over to Dean who was laughing until he caught them successfully wiping the smirk off his face. Sam repeated the process in their own toilet and then we waited.

SUPERNATURAL

"Great plan, Leah," Dean complained, slouching down on the cot like a moody teenager. "We've got a toilet bowl full of Jesus juice but it isn't going to do any good if we're sitting in here by ourselves." He huffed in annoyance before shouting, "Would it kill them to bring us some food?!"

I swear to all hell this man acts like he would die if he didn't eat every few hours. Now that I think of it though I could go for a burger, some fries covered in gravy with a coke, and maybe a fudge dipped ice cream cone for dessert.

"It is kind of wild, right?" Dean asked and I realized I missed part of the conversation while I was fantasizing about food.

"What is?" I questioned, trying to get back on the same page. Hell, now I'm hungry. I'd even take a banana that's how hungry I was and I don't like that health crap like Sam does.

"It's like they're coming right for us. They've never done that before. It's like we got a contract on us," Dean stated and before I could contemplate what that meant he continued with a smug smile on his face. "Think it's because we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause we're so awesome."

"Yeah, Dean, we're awesome," Sam sarcastically agreed complete with his signature bitch face in full mode. Have to say though, Dean was lucky I was over here all alone or I'd smack him.

The door opened and this time the sheriff came walking in. I had to hold in my groan at what this meant because nothing good ever came out of anyone coming back to chat with us.

"Well, howdy, there, sheriff," Dean imitated a cowboy tipping his hat and Sam's glare was trained on him for once instead of me. Maybe if Sam got laid he wouldn't be wound so tight. I mean I know if I go and…whoa, wait, why was the sheriff unlocking their cell? Um, hello, what about me?

"Uh, sheriff?" Sam questioned, clearly confused by his intentions.

The sheriff completely opened the door and stepped inside their cell, "It's time to go, boys."

"And girl, right?" I couldn't help myself. I mean these two idiots wouldn't leave me in here. Memories ran through my mind about all the pranks I had pulled on them over the years. Fuck, these assholes are going to leave me in here to rot. "I mean don't forget me!"

Sam rolled his eyes. Excuse me, tall one, but you're the one with the open cage right now. Dean put his hands up a little as he and Sam stepped back, "Uh…you know what? We're – we're just comfy right here. But thank you."

Okay, what? If they wanted to be reaching for the soap for the rest of their lives good for them but I was getting the hell out of here.

"What do you think you're doing?" Henriksen came back to join our party and I had to admit I felt a little relieved because there is no way he was going to let those two overgrown children walk out of here…without me.

The sheriff didn't seem fazed by his question as he stood by the open door of their cell. "We're not just going to sit around here and wait to die. We're going to make a run for it."

"It's safer here," Henriksen disagreed and I shared a look with Sam. At least I wasn't the only who noticed it. Something wasn't right.

The sheriff shook his head, "There's a SWAT facility in Boulder."

"We're not going anywhere," Henriksen cocked his head to the side and when the sheriff went to respond he shot him, what the rent-a-cop would have called 'zombie style'.

Great, so now I was still locked in my cage while Henriksen had gone bat shit crazy and Sam and Dean could walk out of here right now if they wanted to. Henriksen must have done something because the next thing I knew Sam and Dean were fighting against him until they shoved his head in the toilet. Now, my first guess was that he was a demon but I had to admit part of me hoped that they were giving him a swirly for being such a prick. Henriksen's screeching brought the rent-a-cop running around the corner with his shotgun raised. By the way, I still say he is overcompensating.

"Stay back!" Dean shouted pointing the gun he took from Henriksen at him.

Ever feel like a fly on the wall? That was exactly how I was feeling at the moment because here I was stuck in this damn cell like I was watching bad dinner theatre. Sam continued to recite the exorcism as he held Henriksen's head under the water but he was too strong and was able to pull his head out for a second.

"It's too late. I already called them. They're already coming."

Awesome, I thought. I was right all along this was going to be a very long night.

Sam shoved his head back in the water and finished the last few words. Henriksen's head violently tipped back and black smoke billowed out of his mouth before disappearing in the air vent. He slumped down to the floor and Nancy's mousy voice came from the corner of the room, "Is he… is he dead?"

I was going to answer that it was really no loss to the world but to my dismay he coughed a few times as he came to. Sam, like the little suck up he is, helped Henriksen up to sit on the cot. "Hey, is that you in there?"

He blinked a few times, trying to form words. "I…I shot the sheriff."

The room was silent until Dean smirked, "But you didn't shoot the deputy."

Sam glared at Dean and I rolled my eyes. Henriksen was still trying to process what happened. "Five minutes ago, I was fine, and then…"

"Let me guess. Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat?" Dean filled in the blank for him with a smug smile.

Sam ignored our brother, looking Henriksen in the eye, "You were possessed."

"Possessed, like… possessed?" he questioned. Well, give the man a prize it's finally sinking in.

Even Sam was getting tired of the bullshit, "That's what it feels like. Now you know."

"I owe the biggest 'I told you so' ever," Dean shook his head as he handed Henriksen his gun back.

Henriksen took it, made sure the safety was on, and stood up, "Officer Amici. Keys."

Amici? Who the hell is…rent-a-cop moved to hand Henriksen the keys…oh okay then. Henriksen unchained my brothers, "Alright, so how do we survive?"

"You let me out, too!"

SUPERNATURAL

After I had finished drawing devil's traps in front of all the doors and windows, I made my way back out to the main part of the station where Nancy was patching Sam up and Dean rose an eyebrow at the rent-a-cop, Amici, as he sent down a bag of guns on the desk.

"Well, that's nice. It's not gonna do much good," Dean rolled his eyes as Henriksen and the rent-a-cop started loading the guns.

Rent-a-cop never stopped what he was doing, "We got an arsenal here."

Dean's eyes snapped back from watching Nancy to meet his straight on, "You don't poke a bear with BB gun. That's just gonna make them mad."

"You really shouldn't poke a bear with anything unless you want to get mauled," I added with a smirk as I pulled myself up to sit on the desk where the guns were.

Henriksen gave me a funny look before turning his attention to Dean, "What do you need?"

"Salt. Lots and lots of salt," Dean replied.

"Salt?" Rent-a-cop repeated and Dean was ready to blow his top. Why did this guy have to question everything we told him? You know, civilians would save a lot of time if they didn't question our motives. We tell you to do something, you do it, and you survive. Easy as pie. Mmm, pie. Fuck, I was still hungry.

I swung my feet back and forth, "And we're going to need some chips, cookies, soda…any chance you have any ice cream stored anywhere?"

"Why would we need that?" Rent-a-cop asked and Sam coughed trying to hide his laughter.

Well, telling him that it was because I was hungry would have been too easy. "It's for the demons. See, the salt will keep them out of the station but if they do get in, and that's a big if, then we need something to appease them. There's nothing a demon doesn't love more than a nice bowl of strawberry ice cream over top of a warm cookie with chips sprinkled on top."

"There's road salt in the storeroom," Nancy spoke up and Sam grimaced as she poured hydrogen peroxide over his wound.

"Perfect," Dean smiled at her and I regretted the moment I ever mentioned flirting with her. I mean he probably would have done it regardless but putting the idea in his head didn't help. He looked over to rent-a-cop and Henriksen. "We need salt at every window and every door."

"What about the ice cream?" Rent-a-cop asked.

Before Dean could shoot this poor man Henriksen put his hand on his shoulder to direct him out of the room, "C'mon."

"Ice cream?" Dean nearly growled in my direction. Well, shit, sorry grumpy but I'm hungry. Maybe you should eat too. If there was pie you'd be in a better mood. He walked over and inspected Nancy's work on Sam's shoulder, "How you holdin' up, Nancy?"

"Okay," she shrugged, adding more gauze over the wound. "When I was little, I would come home from the church and start to talk about the devil. And my parents would tell me to stop being so literal. I guess I showed them, huh?"

I nodded, "Damn, straight you did." Sam shot me a look and I groaned. "I'm sorry about earlier." There see, Sam, I can be nice. I apologized to the bible thumper. "Though you might want to get a new set of rosary beads we put yours in the toilet."

She taped the gauze in place with confusion on her face, "Oh, okay." She smoothed out the tape and smiled at Sam, "That should hold."

"Thank you," Sam smiled back, holding her gaze a little longer than necessary. Good grief, could my brothers keep it in their pants for five damn seconds.

"Sure," she responded, moving to put away the first aid kit.

Henriksen and rent-a-cop came back with a couple bags of salt. Dean motioned for me to get going and I sighed, hopping of the table to start lining the windows. "Hey, where's my car?"

"Impound lot out back," rent-a-cop answered. Dean nodded and he continued, "Wait. You're not going out there?"

Dean almost laughed in his face, "Yeah, I got to get something out of my trunk."

He walked out of the main room and before Sam had the chance to say anything I took charge. "FBI douche and rent-a-cop, go line every window and door in the west wing with salt. Do not break the line and watch where you step the paint might not be dry for the devil's trap. I'm not dying because you stepped where you weren't supposed to. Sam and I will take the east wing."

"What about me? What do you want me to do?" Nancy asked.

"Raid the desks around here, see if you can't find any snacks."

SUPERNATURAL

"They're coming! Hurry!" Dean shouted as he ran back in the station.

I had just finished lining the last window with salt and Sam carried the bag back into the main room. Dean tossed me my shotgun that I caught with ease and checked that it was loaded. Nancy let out a scream as every inch of the building was covered in thick black smoke as the demons tried to find a way in. The building shook, dust falling from the ceiling, and I firmly planted my feet expecting a fight. As long as dipshit Henriksen and rent-a-cop did their jobs then we'd be alright. For now. The smoke finally cleared and it was eerily quiet.

"Everybody okay?" Sam asked, looking to Dean and me first before the rest.

I shrugged before smiling at the junk food piled on Nancy's chair. Maybe this bible thumper wasn't so bad. I pulled myself up to sit on the desk and opened a candy bar, not bothering to hide my moan of pleasure as I took a bite of the chocolatey goodness. Don't look at me like that, rent-a-cop, this shit is amazing.

"Define 'okay'," Henriksen answered Sam as I was in chocolate heaven. How could anyone be mad when they were eating chocolate?

"Alright," Dean took control, like always, and tossed some charms to rent-a-cop, dipshit, and the bible thumper. "Everybody needs to put these on. They'll keep you from being possessed."

They slipped the charms over their necks and mousy Nancy spoke up, "What about you three?"

Sam and Dean pulled their shirts to the side to show their anti-possession tattoos and she nodded in response before everyone turned their attention to me. I liked the last bit of chocolate off my finger and shook my head, "Oh no, you won't be seeing mine unless you buy me dinner first."

Dean rolled his eyes and Henriksen seemed impressed, "Smart. How long you had those?"

"Not long enough," Sam answered and I couldn't agree more.

"Hey," Nancy grabbed our attention as she looked out one of the windows. Dean started conversation with Henriksen and I could not be bothered to pretend to like that man after everything he put us through so I took my chances with the bible thumper with the hook up for sweets. As I got closer to her she pointed to a young woman that was outside the station. "That's Jenna Rubner."

The woman's eyes flashed back and I hated to be the barrier of bad news but… "That's not Jenna anymore."

"That's where all that black demon smoke went?" she asked as the parking lot was filled with townspeople.

I hated to admit it but I nodded, "Looks like. Shit, this is not going to be good."

She clutched at the cross on her necklace, "So, this is what you do? Are you some kind of missionary?"

If it had been anyone else that asked me that question I would have laughed in their face but the innocence poured out of this woman in suffocating waves. To be honest I felt like a walking sin just standing next to her. "I'm not a missionary. Truth? I don't know if I believe in the man upstairs but I know there's a real fire in the pit waiting just for me."

"I don't believe that," she kindly smiled and I didn't have the heart to tell her otherwise.

"Thanks for the candy," I decided to change the subject before I could linger on the depressing truth.

She smiled again and it was almost making me uncomfortable how often she did that. "I'll be right back, I think we still have some ice cream in the freezer."

She headed down the hallway towards the staff break room. Okay, maybe she wasn't so bad after all. I went to walk into the main room again when I heard Henriksen ask, "What's out there…can you guys beat it? Can you win?"

I stood back and waited to see what Dean was going to answer. I expected a scoff in disbelief or even a 'hell yeah' but instead after a moment of silence he answered. "Honestly? I think the world's gonna end bloody. But it doesn't mean we shouldn't fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin'."

"Plus you got nothing to go home to but your brother and sister," Henriksen stated and I was about to walk around the corner again when he added with a little chuckle. "She always that way or just around Feds?"

I crossed my arms, waiting to hear what Dean was going to say when he thought I wasn't around but before he could answer glass shattered from the room down the hall. Figures. I took off towards the noise and got there at the same time Sam and Dean did. Well, fuck, not even chocolate was going to fix this.

"How do we kill her?" Henriksen asked, gun aimed and ready.

Sam pushed his arm down, "We don't."

"She's a demon," Henriksen argued although he kept his gun lowered.

"She's here to help us," Sam tried again and I barely contained the growl forming deep in my chest.

Rent-a-cop peeked around the corner, "Are you kidding?"

Welcome to Winchester Drama 101, where today we will be studying what an asshole my brother is. This time I did growl as I pushed my way out of the over crowded room, "Nope, that's Sam's bitch."

"Are you gonna let me out?" Ruby's voice sent my blood on fire and Sam must have let her out of the devil's trap because the next thing I heard was, "And they say chivalry's dead. Does anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth while I was killing my way in here."

Out of frustration, I pushed rent-a-cop up against the wall and pointed my gun in his face, "This was your end of the station to line with salt. Go make sure you didn't fuck anything else up."

It was bad enough I had to deal with dipshit, Henriksen, and it was bad enough that we were surrounded by demons while we were chilling in a police station but now I had to worry about Ruby too. Did that bitch just know when we were having a bad day and show up on purpose?

We all gathered back in the main room but instead of sitting on the desk like I had been I paced the floor, glares shooting over to Ruby every chance I got.

"How many are out there?" Dean asked, not bothering with pleasantries because let's be real, bitch was a demon, and we didn't play well with others.

She wiped away some of the blood that had gotten on her face 'killing her way in here'. Of course, if there was one break in the salt line this bitch would find it. "Thirty at least. That's so far."

"Oh, good," Dean snorted, "Thirty. Thirty hit men all gunning for us. Who sent them?"

Ruby titled her head to the side as she turned to Sam, "You didn't tell them?" Sam's lips were pursed together as he stared her down almost willing her to keep her mouth shut. "Oh, I'm surprised."

"Tell us what?" Dean growled and I had to admit although Sam and I would be having a very long talk later about what loyalty to your family meant I was very happy not to be at the receiving end of an angry Dean.

Ruby looked back to Dean, "There's a big new up and comer. Real pied piper."

"And you didn't think to mention that little detail, Samuel," I growled as my finger itched to pull the trigger. "You and your damn secrets are going to get us killed one of these days!"

"How long is it now, Leah? Months? Weeks? Days? Are you counting down?" Ruby questioned with a smug smile set in place. Without even giving it a second thought I grabbed a bottle of holy water Dean had brought in with him and squirted her in the face. Steam rose off her skin as she screamed out in agony, "Why you little-"

"Alright," Dean hollered though he didn't move to take the bottle out of my hand. "Who is he?"

Ruby glowered at me as she wiped the remaining water off of her face, "Not he. Her. Lilith."

"Lilith? What the fuck kind of name is Lilith?" I questioned as I continued pacing. Dipshit, rent-a-cop, and bible thumper looked on with wide eyes as we had our little dispute on what the fuck was actually going on right now.

Ruby wasn't fazed at all by my question as she filled us in with what apparently Sam already knew, "she really, really wants Sam's intestines on a stick. 'Cause she sees him as competition."

Competition? Competition, for what? This was starting to feel like a little too much like an Azazel army plan. I was about to ask what the fuck she was talking about but Dean flew off the handle before I had the chance.

"You knew about this?" Sam just kept quiet and I could have throttled him right then and there. I sold my soul so this shaggy haired fucker could live and he was keeping secrets that could get us all killed. "Well, gee, Sam. Is there anything else I should know?!" When Sam didn't answer Dean turned his attention to me. "I swear to God if you knew about this…"

"Hey," I yelled back, "I didn't know a fucking thing about this and to think I would keep this big from you is just hurtful."

"How about the three of you talk about this later? We'll need the Colt," Ruby broke up one of our many Winchester disagreements. She looked to Sam first who put his head down and then to Dean who wouldn't meet her eye. Yeah, we've needed the colt for awhile now, honey, but we can't just make it poof out of thin air. "Where's the Colt?"

"It got stolen," Sam finally spoke up and I wanted to smack the shit out of him. Answer, me? Nope. Answer, Dean? Not even a little. But you're going to answer Ruby?

Her expression faltered for a minute, "I'm sorry. I must have blood in my ear. I thought I just heard you say that you were stupid enough to let the Colt get grabbed out of your thick, clumsy, idiotic hands." Okay, well I couldn't disagree with her there. "Fantastic. This is just peachy…"

"Ruby," Sam sighed. Oh, don't you try and placate this bitch, Samuel.

"Shut up," she waved him off and I had to bite my lip to hold in my laughter at the look on his face. "Fine. Since I don't see that there's no other any option. There's one other way I know how to get you out of here alive."

"What's that?" Dean questioned and although I didn't want to listen to this disease ridden demon I did want to get out of this police station at some point.

"I know a spell. It'll vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius. Myself included. So, you let the Colt out of your sight and now I have to die. So next time, be more careful. How's that for a dying wish?"

Actually, as dying wishes go that's a pretty good one. I mean we'll get out of this hell hole, all the demons die, and ding-dong the bitch is dead.

"Okay, what do we need to do?" Dean was obviously as on board about this as I was.

Ruby tutted like she was scolding a small child, "Aww… you can't do anything. This spell is very specific. It calls for a person of virtue."

"I've got virtue," I stated, squaring my shoulders and holding my head up high.

I swear to God if I just saw you snickering Henriksen I'm going to shoot you. Ruby chuckled, "Nice try. You're not a virgin."

Dean out right laughed, "Nobody's a virgin." Ruby looked from us, to Nancy, and back to us before it finally clicked. Dean's mouth hung open, "No. No way. You're kidding me, r–. You're…"

"What? It's a choice, okay?" Nancy shrugged like it was no big deal and I had to lean against the desk so I wouldn't fall over in shock.

I sighed, completely saddened by the idea that she had never had sex before. "You really chose that?"

She nodded and Dean was just as lost as I was, "So, y-you've never… Not even once? I mean not even – Wow."

"You do just mean like you haven't gone all the way with a guy before…you have done other things, right?" I questioned still not willing to believe this chick had never gotten laid. I mean she had the whole bible thumper vibe going on but guys like Sam loved that kind of thing. She looked at me unsure and I think my heart broke a little for her. "Oh, honey."

Nancy played with the cross on her necklace as she turned her attention back to Ruby, "So, this spell. What can I do?"

"You can hold still while I cut your heart out of your chest."

Oh, hell no, she didn't just say what I think she said. Nancy blanched a bit as Dean almost choked on his words, "What? Are you crazy?"

"I'm offering a solution," Ruby answered as if it were the easiest decision in the world.

Dean ran a hand over his face, "You're offering to kill somebody."

I went to reach for the holy water again but Ruby snatched the bottle before I could grab it. She tossed it away from me before turning back to Dean, "And what do you think is going to happen to this girl when the demons get in?"

"We're going to protect her. That's what." Oh, yeah, almost forgot dipshit was here. Listen to this high and mighty FBI agent. Learns about demons today and already thinks he can protect this virgin. Typical male.

"Very noble," Ruby scoffed to Henriksen's declaration before continuing to ignore him. "You're all going to die. Look. This is the only way."

"Yeah, yeah. There's no way that you're gonna…" Dean argued.

"This is bullshit," I cut my brother off, unable to contain my anger anymore. "I'm not going to let you kill some virgin. The poor chick hasn't been laid." I turned to look at Nancy, "When this is over you need to have so much sex." Rent-a-cop got that look on his face like Dean does when he is thinking about strippers and I shivered in disgust. "Just not with him."

"You don't-" Ruby took a step towards me but stopped short when mousy Nancy found her voice.

"Would everybody please shut up?!" Well, hot damn, seeing her speak up was refreshing. "All the people out there… will it save them?"

Oh, you can't be fucking serious right now. Ruby surprisingly laid it out for her without sugar coating it. "It'll blow the demons out of their bodies. So if their bodies are okay… yeah."

Nancy thought it over a minute before giving a single nod, "I'll do it."

"Hell no," Henriksen exclaimed as Dean rang in with his own chorus of 'no'.

Of course, I wasn't going to be left out and I was completely against someone dying before they got laid so I chimed in with my own arguments. She wasn't having it though and I resorted to almost pleading with this chick, "You don't have to do this."

"All my friends are out there," she tried to convince us but it didn't matter whether it was her friends or her family. This went against everything we were ever taught. I actually paused a moment waiting to hear my father's voice resounding in my head on what we should do, but it never came.

"We don't sacrifice people. We do that, we're no better than them," Henriksen spoke up and I had to agree with him this time. I just thanked my lucky stars that rent-a-cop kept his mouth shut.

"We don't have a choice," Ruby disregarded everything that had been said and moved closer to Nancy.

Dean stepped closer to make sure she wouldn't make a move on the virgin, "Yeah, well, your choice is not a choice."

"Sam, you know I'm right."

I expected Mr. Humanitarian, our very own Gandhi, to be on our side with this one hundred and ten percent but he stayed quiet. Okay, obviously he was off in la la land somewhere and just didn't hear us. "Sam?"

When he still didn't say anything the anger rolled off of Dean to the point I was almost getting burned by it. "What the hell is going on? Sam, tell her."

"It's my decision," Nancy beamed and I wondered if she knew what she was offering herself up for.

A wicked smile spread across Ruby's lips, "Damn straight, cherry pie."

"Stop! Stop! Nobody kill any virgins," Dean hollered, turning his anger on our brother, "Sam, I need to talk to you."

Sam walked out toward the hallway with Dean hot on his tail. I went to follow but stopped and pointed my finger in Ruby's face, "One hair is out of place when I get back and I will filet you, bitch."

I met my brothers out in the hallway and before either of them could open their mouths I got on my tiptoes to whack Sam in the back of the head. Maybe then he would get some common sense knocked into him.

"Please tell me you're not actually considering this. We're talking about holding down a girl and cutting out her heart," Dean spoke to Sam as if he were mentally challenged and at this point I was ready to go buy the window licker a helmet.

Sam let out a long breath not even glancing in Nancy's direction, "And we're also talking about thirty people out there, Dean. Innocent people who are all going to die, along with everyone in here."

"For one, I ain't dying tonight. And for two," I reached up and hit him again in the back of the head. Fucking idiot.

It was as if Dean was paying no attention to me whatsoever as he continued his argument, "It doesn't mean that we throw away the rule book and stop acting like humans. I'm not gonna let that demon kill some nice, sweet, innocent girl, who hasn't even been laid. I mean, look, if that's how you win wars, then I don't want to win."

"And we all know Dean loves to win." Oh, hey, sure now you realize I'm standing here. Stop giving me that glare, Dean, you're mad at Sam, remember?

Sam stuck his tongue in his cheek thinking it over, "Then what? What do we do?"

"I don't know," I declared about ready to pull my hair out. "But I do know that if we don't figure it out soon Ruby is going to cut open the bible thumper."

Dean glanced outside and then back to us, "I got a plan. I'm not saying it's a good one. I'm not even saying that it'll work. But it sure as hell beats killing a virgin."

"I'm in," I nodded. He hadn't steered me wrong yet, let's just hope he doesn't start tonight.

SUPERNATURAL

"Get the equipment to work?" Dean questioned as Sam came back into the main room.

Sam nodded, "Yeah." Well, don't put too much enthusiasm behind it Sam you might pull something.

Dean must have picked up on it too because he pressed him for more, "So?"

"So this is insane," Sam replied as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"You win 'understatement of the year'," Ruby muttered and I went to shoot her again when Sam pushed my gun down. Seriously, Samuel, don't think I won't shoot you just so I can shoot her, because I will. Maybe then you'll get some common sense back in that supposed-to-be smart brain of yours.

Dean barely kept a lid on his anger, "Look, I get it, you think-"

"I don't think… I know. It's not going to work," she pushed herself up from the chair she had been straddling and headed for the front door. "So long."

Sam seemed to snap to attention, his head whipping in her direction, "So, you're just going to leave?" Yes, Sam, because she is a demon.

"Hey. I was going to kill myself to help you win. I'm not going to stand here and watch you lose."

"I still say you should," I mumbled and received a whack to the back of the head from Dean. Alright, I know. We don't want the precious, bible thumper to die, but come on you had to at least consider the possibility of never having to deal with Ruby again.

If she heard my comment she didn't let on as she walked closer to Sam, "And I'm disappointed because I tried. I really did, but clearly I bet on the wrong horse." He didn't say anything but the look on his face was one I had seen before. It was the same one he got on his face when he tried to make dad understand his need to go to school and dad would turn him down. What I didn't understand is why he wanted Ruby to accept him so much. She motioned to the devil's trap, "Do you mind letting me out?"

"Hey, Ruby," I called out and her blonde hair fell over her shoulder as she turned to look at me. "Don't bet against a Winchester, you'll lose, every time."

She smirked a bit as Sam scraped the paint away so she could leave, "Oh, chicklet, I didn't bet against him."

SUPERNATURAL

Well, like Dean said, the world was going to end bloody but it didn't mean that we weren't going to go down swinging. I scraped the paint off the floor to break the devil's trap before taking a deep breath and breaking the salt line with my foot. If this overgrown child gets me sent down to hell before my time is up I'm going to come back and haunt his ass. I aimed my shotgun at the door and waited what seemed like forever but I'm sure was only a couple minutes before a guy came charging in. I shot him with rock salt and walked backwards as more filed through the door. Shit, thirty? Ruby must not know how to count because there seemed to be a lot more. Just say alive and bait them to the main room, I reminded myself as I backed into what I assumed to be another demon. I turned and fired a shot without thinking. Henriksen looked up from his place on the ground with a grimace on his face and his hand over his shoulder where I had shot him. Dean still says I did it on purpose but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

I stepped over him and kept leading the demons into the main room when they all seemed to stop fighting. I looked to Sam and Dean wondering what was going on when the girl Nancy pointed out to me earlier walked front and center. What was this, their leader or something? With a flick of her wrist she sent the three of us flying into the brick wall, an invisible force keeping us pinned there.

"Henriksen!" Dean shouted, ignoring the pain we were in. "Now!"

When I didn't instantly hear our plan going into action, I'm not going to lie, I freaked for a minute. It really did all rely on Henriksen hitting that one button and I had gone and shot the bastard. Seconds ticked by and my hands started to sweat with nerves until I heard Sam's pre-recorded voice finally come over the loud speaker. The demons froze for a second as they heard the exorcism before trying to get out of the police station as fast as they could. Stupid fuckers though because as we lured them in bible thumper and rent-a-cop relined every door and window with salt. The host bodies started to drop one by one as black smoke poured from their mouths all gathering around the ceiling as Sam's voice continued the exorcism. As the last word is said there was a flash of light as if the smoke went up in flames before it was over. We were released from the force and slid down to the ground.

"You alright," Sam questioned, his eyes scanning me for any injuries and I nodded. I frowned a bit when I saw his shoulder bleeding again but knew Dean would be all over him to stitch it up as soon as we knew for sure this was all over.

The lights came back on and the townspeople started to wake up. Henriksen walked around the corner holding his shoulder and shaking his head.

"What happened to you?" Dean questioned.

Henriksen's eyes landed on me and I gave him my best innocent smile. It was just an accident, I swear.

SUPERNATURAL

"I better call in. Hell of a story I won't be telling," Henriksen told us as Nancy and the rent-a-cop checked the townspeople for any injuries.

I was more than a little exhausted and just wanted to crawl up in the back of the Impala but Sam was all about tying up loose ends. "So what are you going to tell them?"

"The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the next five minutes."

I banged my head against Dean's shoulder, a whine escaping, "Can't we go now?"

He side stepped so that I almost face planted on the desk but otherwise ignored my question as he asked Henriksen, "Not to pressure you or anything, but what are you planning to do about us?"

"I'm going to kill you," I was awake and ready to fit this dipshit before he continued. "Sam and Dean Winchester were in the chopper when it caught on fire. Nothing left. Can't even identify them with dental records. Rest in peace, guys."

Sam smiled, ready to leave the station but I stopped and tilted my head to the side, "Wait, what about me?"

Henriksen shrugged, "Leah Winchester, the Houdini she is, escaped before the helicopter went up in flames. You'll be on every agency's most wanted list."

My mouth hung open in shock for a moment before anger raged through me and I reached for my gun ready to shoot this fucker's head off. Dean grabbed my arm though as laughter poured from his lips. "Told you."

Henriksen laughed along with him and shook his head.

"I hate you," I punched Dean in the arm before dragging my feet out to the Impala.

SUPERNATURAL

"I'm going to sleep for three days and if you wake before then I'll kill you," I flopped back on one of the beds in the motel room and had just closed my eyes where there was a knock on the door. "Shoot 'em."

At this point I didn't care who was at the door, my brothers could take care of it, as long as I could sleep. That was until I heard Ruby's voice, "Turn on the news."

"Sleep," I whined, rolling over to find the remote. "All I wanted was precious sleep."

Clicking the television on the newscaster reported, "The community is still reeling from the tragedy that happened just a few hours ago. Authorities believe a gas main ruptured causing the massive explosion that ripped apart the police station and claimed the lives of everyone inside." Oh, shit. I pulled myself up to a sitting position and glanced over to Sam and Dean as the report continued. "Among the deceased, at least six police officers and staff, including sheriff Melvin Dodd, deputy Phil Amici, and secretary Nancy Fitzgerald as well as three FBI agents, identified as Steven Groves, Calvin Reidy, and Victor Henriksen." That poor virgin never had sex. "Three fugitives in custody were also killed. We'll continue to follow the story here at the scene, but for now, back to you, Jim."

Ruby turned the television off and stood in front of us with her arms crossed. Sam let out a breath of disbelief, "Must have happened right after we left."

"Considering the size of the blast," Ruby tossed the three of us small, black cloth bags. "Smart money's on Lilith."

I looked at the bag in my hand and wondered if I was supposed to open it. Dean held his out to her, "What's in these?"

"Something that'll protect you. Throw Lilith off your trail…for the time being, at least."

Sam nodded, fumbling with the hex bag in his hand. "Thanks."

"Don't thank me," Ruby sneered and I swore I saw her eyes blink black for a second. "Lilith killed everyone. She slaughtered your precious little virgin, plus a half a dozen other people. So, after your big speech about humanity and war, turns out your plan was the one with the body count. Do you know how to run a battle? You strike fast and you don't leave any survivors. So no one can go running to tell the boss. So next time…we go with my plan."

She stormed out of the motel room, slamming the door behind her. We sat in silence for a moment. Was she right? Certainly there was going to be a next time there always was but did we mess up here? Everything was had done was for nothing. We could have sacrificed Nancy, killed Ruby, and saved the rest of them but we didn't. They were all dead and Ruby was alive. This one couldn't totally go in the lose column though, at least the FBI believed the three of us to be dead.

I got off the bed and opened Sam's laptop up on the table, almost falling down in the chair waiting for it to start up. You strike fast and don't leave any survivors. Hate to say it but Ruby was right and I couldn't waste anymore time, Bela needed to be found now.

"Thought you wanted to sleep," Dean questioned.

I shook my head and clicked onto the police data base, "Have some things that need to be done first."