Chapter Thirteen

Leah slowed the Impala, prepared to pull over so she and Dean could switch places. She was still on a high from what he'd done, her body tingling all over, and she wanted to give him that same rush. The thought of watching Dean try and maintain control while she held his beautiful cock in her hands and stroked it until he was groaning and coming for her had her wet again.

Checking the rearview mirror, Leah felt the thrill of the moment dissipate as the flashing lights of a police car came charging up behind them. Her hands clutched at the wheel and she tried to formulate some sort of plan that would keep Dean and Sam from getting caught.

"Dean. We've got a problem. Look behind us."

Dean looked out the back window and couldn't believe their luck. "Shit!" How the hell were they going to avoid ending up in jail?

"What do you want to do?" she asked. She maintained her speed, ready to stop or take off, depending on what Dean thought was best.

"Hell, I guess sex is out for now." he said as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

Why was she not surprised by that comment? "Later, I promise. Do we run?"

"Have you run from the cops before?" He already knew what her answer would be and wasn't prepared to make this her first time. It wasn't easy to pull off the necessary moves to get away from the police. As good as Leah was behind the wheel, he didn't want to risk it.

She shook her head, furious with herself for not having the skills needed to get them out of there. In the mirror, she saw the distance between the cars disappearing and thought about the situation. Maybe she did have what was needed.

"I've got this. I know what I have to do." Leah slowed down and pulled off on the side of the road.

He was daunted by her sudden and unexpected action. "Okay, surrendering wasn't really what I had in mind."

Throwing the car into park and killing the engine, she stared at Dean and smiled, hoping to portray a confidence she didn't feel. "It's gonna be okay, Dean. Just stay in the car."

"What's your plan?" Dean glanced back in time to see the cop step out of his car and prop his hat on top of his head. "What the hell are you gonna do?" He watched as Leah zipped up her jeans, then did a quick check of her shirt and undid a few extra buttons. She angled the mirror down so she could see herself and pushed a few loose hairs into place. He knew exactly what she was thinking and he didn't like it. "Not a good idea, Leah!"

"Yeah, well it's all I can come up with. Sometimes women have an advantage. Let's hope this is one of those times." She opened the car door and got out as the cop reached the back of the car. Flashing a tantalizing smile, she strolled seductively over to him.

Dean inched over to the driver's side hoping to hear their conversation, but with the window up the words were muffled. Rather than draw unwanted attention, he settled for watching. He saw Leah hand him her driver's license and then lean in toward the guy. The cop was doing a lot of smiling and leaning in himself, clearly interested. After a few minutes, Dean heard what sounded like laughter. He gripped the back of the seat as he watched Leah tuck her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and, in his mind at least, thrust her breasts out.

"What's going on?" Sam mumbled from the backseat. He rubbed at his eyes but the second he saw the flashing lights all traces of sleep vanished and he sat up.

Dean was too distracted to answer his brother. There was nothing he could do but sit by and watch Leah play this out. Everything was riding on her, on whether or not she could talk, or rather flirt, her way out of this and he hated it.

"Dean?" Sam shook his brother's arm. "A cop? What's going on? What did you guys do?"

"Speeding." Dean saw Leah step closer to the cop, grinning up at him as they talked. The guy held the ticket book in his hand, but had made no attempt to write anything in it. Why would he? He was too damn busy checking out her body and eating up all the attention she was laying on him.

"Think he ran our license plate?" Sam was asking.

"It's usually the first thing they do." he said.

Sam could see the two talking and by the expression on Leah's face, it looked like things were going well. "I think Leah's got it under control. I mean, either she's got one hell of a poker face or she's not too worried."

"Great. Guess her ingenious plan's working." Dean could hear more laughter, then the guy pulled something out of his shirt pocket and wrote on it. It looked like a business card. She took it, smiled at him and tucked it into her pants pocket. "Son of a bitch."

"What?" Sam asked.

"He just gave her his number." Dean complained.

"Phone number?" Sam laughed. "Gee, Dean, I seem to remember you ending up with somebody's phone number a time or two. Funny, huh?"

"Funny? What's so god damned funny about it, Sam?" Dean asked, annoyed that his brother could find humor in the situation.

"Well, it's almost like Leah's becoming a female version of you."

For some reason, Dean wasn't so sure he liked the sound of that.

After the incident with the cop, Dean decided it was best to keep his hands off Leah while they were in the car so he was anxious to get to Amy's. The drive to Oklahoma was long, but they pushed straight on through, taking turns with the driving. It was nearly nine pm when they arrived at her apartment.

When Amy opened the door, she was ecstatic to see her sister. Sam had called her to say he was coming by for an entire week, but hadn't said one word about Leah being with him. Once inside, she gave each of them a hug, including an uncomfortable looking Dean.

"Leah, Sam didn't say you were coming out here, too. God, it's good to see you! I was so worried about you. I mean, you know I think you're a bad ass and all, but I hate that you hunt. It's too dangerous. Why don't you take a break? Stay here with me for awhile. Get a regular job." Amy glanced at Dean. "Meet a nice guy. College guys are hot."

"Hey!" Sam stepped behind Amy and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You're not supposed to notice other guys."

"I don't. That's just what I've heard, honey." she laughed.

"College guys are dorks." Dean said from the couch.

"Are you two back together?" Amy quietly asked. She was holding onto her sister's arm and could feel the strength of Leah's love for the man. Nothing had changed since the two split up and Amy wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

"No, that's not happening. I just needed a ride because my truck is in hiding." Leah explained.

"Hiding? Okay, you're gonna have to tell me all about that one. Let's get everyone settled in, then we'll talk. You're in the exta bedroom and," she grinned at Dean. "he's sitting on his bed. I'd put him in the doghouse if I had a dog."

Dean stretched his legs out in front of him and draped his arms along the back of the couch. One whole goddamned week of Amy! He wasn't sure if he would survive it. "You don't need a dog, though, do you Amy? Your mouth's enough to scare off any potential burglars."

Leah shook her head and tried to stifle a laugh. It had been a very long time since she'd witnessed the outrageous verbal exchanges between these two. Strangely enough it all seemed so, well, right. Being there with them felt like being home.

"Honestly, why are you still in love with that man, Leah? He's impossible!"

Sometimes Leah wished her sister didn't have the ability to read people's feelings. She'd talk about Dean later. Now she just wanted to spend some quality time with Amy, talking about anything BUT Dean. "Let me throw my bag in the room and maybe we could make some coffee and talk."

"Sounds good. We'll let the guys entertain themselves for awhile so we can catch up. I've got to know why your truck's hiding!"

Sam sat down on the leather recliner and popped the footrest up. "They're gonna be awhile. Watch some tv?" he asked as he turned on the set.

'Why not?"

Dean stared at the television, but he couldn't get Sam's comment about Leah becoming a female version of him out of his head. They were a lot alike, no question about it. But Leah had a gentle, nurturing side too. The longer she hunted, the longer she dealt with the evil that existed, the greater the chance that she could lose sight of all that was good inside of her. More than anything he didn't want to see that happen.

TBC