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Chapter 5:

The shower head hummed with the pressure of falling water. Hot, scalding water, that loosened my tense muscles but did nothing for the increasing fear. My stomach had not stopped lurching forward every time I thought back to the hospital. Or how about waking up in the parking lot? I kept my head beneath the onslaught of trickling translucent drops and moaned, while letting quiet sobs fade into the thudding sound echoing off the ceramic tub. I wasn't sure why I was crying, I mean, the most logical explanation for what happened would be that I'd had a bad dream. Some subconscious part of my brain was probably missing home and Caitlyn and together with the combination of tequila shots, I sleep walked out of the hotel and had a nightmare on the parking lot floor. That was it. Case closed. No unsolved mystery, no nothing. It was just a very strange dream that once I gathered up enough money, would only ever be told to a well practiced psychiatrist.

The theory I'd created in my mind, during the last fifteen minutes of hiding in the shower was all good and well, but as usual didn't fit the reality of what was going on. When I'd gathered my bearings and decided to go back to the room earlier that morning, the hotel door had been locked. Makes sense, what with all the crazies running a-muck, but not much sense towards what I was thinking. If I'd really stumbled out of the hotel in a drunken stupor, would I really have had enough brains to first off find the room key and secondly, to lock the door once I left? There wasn't any need to answer. The clues made it clear enough. I had never walked out of the room. I'd never left the bed on my own. Something must have physically removed me from there and placed me outside. Sam wouldn't do it. Dean hadn't gotten back yet, so that ruled him out as well. So then, what the hell happened to me last night? Where did I go? Was I really at a hospital? Was this me right now, in the shower, was she not really me? Was the real me in a hospital bed in a coma? If I died here, would I die there too?

A sharp rapping sound stole me from my thoughts. I shook out of surprise and pulled myself away from the spray of water. It was cold now anyway. Whispering and muffled voices beckoned from behind the wooden door and then…more rapping. Louder and more urgent it sounded and seemed to also reverberate through my head. I massaged my temples, trying to encourage the growing hangover away, but it was useless. I shut off the shower taps and grabbed a towel from off the rack.

"You gonna be in there all day?" Dean's voice shouted through the cracks in the door. I sighed and dried off half fast, so that as I pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and a shirt, the clothes stuck to my dampened body. I grimaced and promised myself to ignore the older man for a while for making me so uncomfortable.

"Just a minute princess. Don't get your panties in a bunch."

Dean cursed and the sound of retreating footsteps followed. Moody hunter with a twist of a hangover, just the way I liked my men in the morning.

I wiped away the condensation that had build up on the mirror. Dark, dampened blonde hair, staining the shoulder of my t-shirt stared back at me. I looked pretty rough this morning. Semi grey circles rested below green eyes. The bruise was still there but the cut was healing nicely. At least I had that going for me. Amidst the growing chaos at least I knew I wouldn't have some awful scar.

Dean was standing just outside the bathroom when I opened the door. He mumbled an 'about time' and pushed past my lingering form before slamming the door behind himself with a resounding thud. Sam looked up from his duffel bag. He was packing. Were we leaving that fast? I hadn't even seen this town in the daylight.

"Sam?"

"He doesn't mean to be so prick-like, it's just the hangover and everything that's going on. Don't take it to heart."

I was a bit stunned. The last thing I wanted was to take anything Dean did to heart. Of course I was going to be upset after the way he ditched me the night before. Any self respecting woman would have cursed herself blue in the face at the way he'd treated me but it was over and done with. He probably didn't even remember it and besides, she was just some bony tramp that we'd be leaving behind. A week from now she would be completely erased from his mind and who would be there in the impala? Moi. Miss Leah Carlson, queen of Tequila shots and master of the Exorcist impression. Who wouldn't love that?

"Oh, trust me Sam. I'm not taking anything your brother says or does to heart."

It was the truth. Sam only nodded and forced a smile, on that said 'okay, whatever gets you through the day' sort of smile. One that let me know that for some reason he was buying what I'd just told him. It was the truth! Wasn't it? I couldn't care less what Dean did. He was a grown man. If he wanted to be a jerk, than he was free to do as he wished. Why was Sam so concerned about my feelings getting stomped on? It wasn't his job to look out for everyone, but there he was, trying to make it his job. No wonder he was always brooding about.

"Sam, I'm telling you the truth here."

I couldn't help but try to defend myself.

Sam tossed one last pair of jeans into the duffel bag he was packing and slung it over his shoulders. I followed him almost instinctively as together we made our way out of the hotel and towards the impala.

"I believe you."

"Do you?"

Sam laughed and looked at me over his shoulder. "Yes, I do."

"Good."

The duffel bag was flung into the back seat of the Chevy. I watched as Sam stepped across the hot black top and grabbed a map from out of the glove compartment. Wrinkled paper, decorated in multicolored lines and symbols, with names etched in and places circled, spread across the hood of black car. Sam leaned over the map, smoothing the creases from the paper while he let his eyes wander over the towns.

"Sam?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are we leaving so soon? I mean what's going on?"

Sam never lifted his head. He was too focused. His eyes hardened a moment and a cold look fell across the brown irises. I didn't want to push him but I also didn't want to be left in the dark. It had been that way for the first few hours since they'd found me in the wreckage of my Jetta and those had been the longest hours of my life.

"Dean got a phone call."

"Okay, I'm going to need a little more than that."

Sam looked up from the map and stared down at me.

"It was our dad Leah. We haven't spoken to him since…well, since we went our separate ways three months ago. He left us a set of coordinates and now Dean and I are expected to drive across the U.S. and figure out what the hell is going on."

It surprised me how fast Sam's voice could go from, sweet caring boy next door, to coldhearted, ruffian in only a matter of seconds. In all the time I'd spent with the boys, I'd completely forgotten about John. He was alive, the phone call clued me into that fact, but what had Sam meant about three months ago? I wouldn't dare ask the question right then and instead place it in a folder in the back of my brain, to ask on a more, suitable occasion. Three months ago was a long time. Obviously Sam wasn't too happy about whatever had happened. John never seemed to be a safe subject with the youngest Winchester.

Thinking back to my episode knowledge, the last time I'd seen John with his boys had been…oh, god. The season finale. It was as though that entire grain of knowledge has been erased from my memory. They'd been in that car accident. The demon. All that blood.

I looked over to Sam who still hovered over the map, searching intently for some unknown location. There was a bit of scaring just below his hairline, but other than that he seemed fine. Dean had seem fine. How could I have completely ignored the fact that they'd almost died. Was that what Sam meant by three months ago? From what I knew of John Winchester, I was starting to get the impression that he'd abandoned his sons. Perhaps on a whim to save them from the future danger his mission of vengeance might impose on them. If this were true, then why was he sending them coordinates?

My mind reeled with this new information and if it weren't for the sudden appearance of Dean, than I'm sure it would have overheated and gone into combustion-mode.

"You find out where we need to go next?"

Dean circled around the impala and tossed his own duffel bag into the back. Sam folded the map and placed it into his coat pocket. I stood and watched. Not too sure what to do. So far I'd been winging this whole, tag along with the Winchester ride, but now this was getting serious. John was sending coordinates, Dean and Sam were packing to follow them and there I was, a pathetic woman, whose only expertise lied in putting her foot in her mouth.

"Yeah, Stull, Kansas."

"Stull? You sure about that?"

Sam heaved a sigh of frustration. "You wanna take a look at the map?"

"No."

"Then that's where Dad is sending us."

Sam reluctantly got into the car. He didn't say anything, he let the slamming of the door do all the talking for him.

"Hey, you want to be a bit more careful there!"

Dean cursed under his breath. I was about to follow Sam's lead, my hand was hanging mid air, inches from the door handle when Dean snapped his head around. I dropped my hand. Something about the hunter frightened me. He had this menacing look on his face. I felt my heart race and a sweat broke out on my back. For once I was at a loss of words.

"You didn't stick around last night."

"Yeah, well, five tequila shots and a skinny brunette later, you know, that basically wraps up the night for me."

I couldn't believe Dean was bringing this shit up. Now, with him and Sam fighting and another hunt, he figured he could just bring this up. It surprised me to say the least. I mean the past few days, I'd been getting the impression, Dean had no soul.

"About that…" Dean ran callused fingers against the back of his neck. He stood there awkwardly for a moment and at a glance, I swore I caught a look of guilt wash across his face. If there was any guilt, it didn't last long. Immediately Dean forced a rough grunt, lowered his fidgeting hands and glared at me. "You should have waited."

I stumbled back. "Waited for what? For you and Suzie Slim to have a quickie in the back of your car?"

"Do you like arguing with me or something? Jesus, I would have walked you home. You should have known better. Someone could have picked you up or, well just about fucking anything could have happened. For someone whose supposed to be a trained hunter your not too bright."

"Well, that makes two of us then, doesn't it? Besides, you didn't seem too concerned last night."

"Well, maybe if you hadn't made a mad dash for the door."

"Oh, is that what I did? God, you're unbelievable you know that?"

"Guys!"

Dean and I turned at the sound. Sam was standing hanging out the passenger side door, waving us impatiently to get into the impala. I shot Dean a disgusted look and before he could get out another scolding, I walked around the back of the impala and took a seat behind where Sam was sitting.

"Dean, get in here. We've got a lot of driving to do before we reach Stull and I'd like to get most of it done today."

No one answered. The car shook with added weight as both brothers took up residence in the front seats. Car doors slamming echoed through the parking lot. I sighed and leaned my head painfully against the window. The engine purred to life and with a sharp turn, Dean had us on the highway, heading towards Stull, Kansas. The tap deck soon followed, playing another worn out AC DC song, that neither Sam or I really cared to listen to, but at least it drowned out any ideas for further arguing. It was going to be a long ride to Stull, I just knew it.

Author's Note: Okay, it is really get late here in the Great White North, and I've got school in the morning. Bleh, but anywho, here is another chappie. It's a bit longer than the first one I put out today and hopefully just as good. I hope the bit of dialogue between Dean and Leah near the end isn't too out there or unrealistic but I'm just getting the plot moving and there were a few things I realized that were going be some problems that I had to fix. Hope you all enjoy and although the end of this story won't be for a little while, I've just had a few more ideas about how to end it. So far, I'm debating the happy everything is pretty much fine, Walt Disney ending. Or the sad, yet almost bittersweet one that leaves you a little mad but has the hopes of including a sequel. I'm not sure which one to pick as of yet, but I just felt I should put that out there and see which one you guys would rather read. Doesn't mean I'll pick it, lol, but just to get a bit of what you guys want. So, come on, tell me. Oh, and enjoy the chappie. :D

Chapter 6:

The engine died. Dean was asleep in the passenger seat. Four hours into our drive Sam and him had switched positions. In doing so the music had faded back into the tape deck and silence had reigned supreme in the impala for the past two hours. I found myself dozing off now and then. I made short, pointless conversation with Sam and that was as much excitement I'd had all day. You can probably imagine how grateful I was when we finally drew to a stop at a deserted gas station.

I stirred from my light sleep, looked around myself and spotted Sam closing the driver side door quietly. Dean slept soundly. I decided it would be best if he continued to stay that way. No use waking up the sleeping lion.

I unbuckled myself from the seat and slowly and quietly emerged from the back seat. It didn't take too long until I'd caught up with Sam. He was almost at the entrance of the gas station when I took hold of his elbow.

"Hey" Sam looked around as if he expected to see Dean only a few feet away. I shook my head.

"Dean's still snoring away. I didn't have the heart to wake him."

"Or you just didn't want to have a repeat of earlier?"

I smiled. "Both?"

The entry bell chimed. A clerk sitting behind the counter inside snapped his head up at the sound and shot a look at us. Sam went to work on getting a few essentials for the next six daunting hours on the road. The essentials being chips, candy bars, cola and those moldy week old sandwiches that places like these try to pass off as fresh. After a few minutes of browsing, Sam already had an armload of supplies and still mentioned that we had to get gas.

"I doubt Dean will want to stop much. He's always hell bent on pushing himself to the limits when dad sends us coordinates."

"So, no hotel then?"

"Not right away. I'd say later on tonight is when we'll check in. Can't have ourselves worn out when we reach Stull."

Snack food groceries fell across the truck stop counters. Sam looked relieved to have the weight gone. He was searching for his wallet when I asked the clerk behind the counter for a key to their bathroom. It took a bit of convincing that I wasn't going to do anything more than pee before he reluctantly handed over the chain and silver object. I'd worked in a Wall-Mart once, cleaning bathrooms was one of the more sophisticated jobs, so I knew what the hesitancy was about. Women were slobs when it came to bathroom time and I'm sure he was thinking I'd probably go all Animal Kingdom in there.

"It's around back near the Pepsi machine."

Sam told me he'd be a while longer with the food and getting gas, so I could take all the time I needed. I smiled, gave a nod and scurried as fast as my short legs could take me towards the back. Of course I chose the wise course and didn't start to run until after I was out of Sam's line of site, but after sitting in a car for six hours and drinking three cups of coffee, ones need to pee is very high.

The door to the bathroom was right where the clerk said it would be. He just happened to leave out the fact that there was a corpse hiding somewhere beneath the tiled walls. Okay, so maybe there weren't any corpses but it sure smelt as if there should be. Enclosed in that small space for any period of time with the door close meant either death or catching some time of venereal disease. There should have been a sign posted on the door reading 'Enter at your own risk.'

After a bit of debating, I decided that choosing to go the bathroom here would be better than getting Sam to pull over on the highway so that I could do the job behind some brush.

I took the first step across the muddy floors. Sucking sounds arose from beneath my sandals every time my foot struggled and lifted off the floor. The same disgusting sounds you can hear in an empty theatre, I cringed. I shut the door, and breathed through my mouth. The toilet itself wasn't all that filthy but just for good measure I pulled out handfuls of the cheap toilet paper, wiped the seat cover briefly and then created my own seat on top of the real one out of the cottony fabric.

"Sam must be nearly finished by now" I muttered.

Pulling my hair back into a tight ponytail, I straightened out my shirt and let myself out of the bathroom. Outside, light blinded me for a moment. I felt disoriented in the fresh air. With a stumble forward, I clung to the bathroom key and squinted through the sun's harsh rays, trying to point myself in the right direction. It was useless. After waiting a while longer my eyes still didn't seem to adjust. The light only got brighter and more painful. Pain shouldn't be seeping in to this equation.

White light exploded behind my eyes. Out of nowhere I felt an invisible hand cover my mouth. I opened my eyes in a panic and tried to see through the thick sunlight but all I got were blurred images of fading blacktop and burnt fields. My eyes closed. The hand fell away from my mouth and pushed on the walls of my chest. The impact shoved me a foot back. I reached out blindly trying to prevent the next attack but it was to no avail. Once more, twice. The hand continued to push deep upon my chest, knocking the air from my lungs. One final compression and I was shoved backwards into the Pepsi machine.

Slowly I felt myself tire. Without knowing so, I crumpled to the baking asphalt below. The heat that emanated from the ground was burning my face something awful, but I couldn't move. Cans of pop rattled behind me in the machine. The hand clamped over my mouth once more and I felt myself flying, high above the gas station, over the impala and then, into utter darkness.

The darkness replaced the fatigue and pain, but did nothing to console my worry. I tried to hold tight to something stable, anything I could latch my hands on, but there was nothing but empty, black space. I opened my eyes and still nothing appeared.

"Remember my first date?"

A familiar voice called out through the darkness. I so desperately wanted to call back but the ability to form words had somehow been stolen from me.

"We argued for hours because you said Danny McDougal was a grease ball and I told you he was the sweetest guy I'd ever met."

Something was coming into focus. Slowly but surely there was the hospital room I'd visited the night before. The minute the room was clear enough to view; I grabbed hold of a nearby chair and took a seat before I got sick. Nausea had seemed to become my best friend the last few days.

I rubbed raw at my face in hopes that I could shake this nightmare away. Caitlyn continued to talk somewhere close by.

"You did my makeup that night. Curled my hair all pretty. Even dropped me off at the restaurant."

I looked across the room and realized my Caitlyn was sitting across from the bed that still held my body. She broke into sobs and held tight to my hand. From across the room I felt a tug on my own hand, a sudden warmth that hadn't been there before. I looked down towards my palm. I had felt that.

"Caitlyn?"

"You were right Lee. He never showed up that night. Never called. I felt so stupid for not believing you. The worst part wasn't getting stood up. It was the agony of knowing you would tell me 'I told you so' as soon as I got home," she paused through the sobbing and laughed forcibly.

"You came to pick me up. Remember that sis? Pulling up to some fancy restaurant in dad's rusty old Ford pickup? Boy, you must have turned nearly everyone's head in the joint that night. But when I told you what happened. I tried to be strong. I couldn't though. You just let me be sad and held me while I cried, didn't say anything at all. Just comforted me the way you always do."

"I'm still here Cat" I whispered from my chair.

"When dad died two years ago. You were there for me. I was trying to take care of a two month old baby girl and there you were, still taking care of me. Leah, you were always so strong. I…I need you to still be strong. I can't have you not wake up from this. You have to be alright."

I chose this time to make my way over to my baby sister. Her shoulders shook with the failed attempt to restrain the sobs. Her face was a glistening mess of tears and running snot. Voice cracking, she massaged the length of my right arm with her hand.

I smiled down at Caitlyn and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. She didn't react to the touch. I hadn't really expected her to, but I was still a little disappointed. Even in the movie 'Ghost' Demi Moore seemed to have picked up on Patrick Swayze's presence. The least my sister could have done was glance around the room suspiciously, or perhaps hiring Whoopi would make all this easier.

"The doc says you're getting better. Says that you should wake up in a day or so now."

The hope in Caitlyn's voice soon died as she took in a shaky breath.

"I just hope you're the same Leah when you wake up."

"I will be Caitlyn. I will be."

The floor beneath my feet shook. Nothing in the room reacted to the shaking, but I was struggling to maintain my balance. Caitlyn said goodbye to my lifeless form on the bed, kissed my forehead and made her way for the exit. The ground shook harder. I was force to my knees with a painful thud.

Caitlyn's form was nearly out of sight. I called out desperately to her retreating back. Screaming her name over and over until she was gone and the door was shut. The lights went out in the room almost instantaneously. I pulled my legs in towards my chest, wrapped my arms about them protectively and sobbed. The tears fell and a frightened voice called out my sisters name. My frightened voice. The ground never stopped shaking and the longer it continued to do so the more I wished I would just wake up from all this.

Lights came on. I blinked it away, but the light wouldn't go. It stayed. The floor steadied a moment and I uncurled myself. I was in Caitlyn's house. I recognized it because she was the only person I knew who could decorate in such a tacky, of the wall style. Most of the items in her house had come from yard sales and flea markets.

I stood up from the ground. Tiles lay beneath my feet. The area appeared to their kitchen. One of the largest rooms in their house. I searched about the place, acknowledging the fridge and counters and then of course Caitlyn, sitting quietly at her dinning room table. Her eyes were red and swollen. It looked as though she hadn't gotten much sleep in the last few days.

"Sweetheart, are you in here?"

I turned to the voice and a blurred figure walked directly past me. It took me a moment for my brain to connect the image as a man and the man as Greg, her husband. 'He's the tall, dark and handsome one in the corner' Caitlyn had whispered the first time she'd picked him out in a bar. Greg was a good man in all senses. He could support my sister, gave her love, friendship and was a good, stable shoulder for her to lean on. Together they'd been able to take care of my two year old niece Evelyn.

"I just put Evelyn down, how about you come up to bed now too?"

"I will later. I have a pot of coffee on. I'm just going to have a quick cup, read the paper and then I'll be up."

Greg frowned and glanced to where I was looking. Sure enough the coffee machine was on and Caitlyn already had a cup set aside next to it.

"We can always turn it off hon. Come on, the beds not as warm without you…"

"I said I'm fine right here."

The sharpness with how Caitlyn spoke shocked me. If it were me she'd talked to like that, I'd have run at out of there and given her the space she so desperately needed. Not Greg though. That man wasn't afraid of anything, not even my baby sister. He pulled out the seat next to her and cradled her hands in his.

"I know you say your fine, but you can't tell me that and expect me to believe it. You haven't slept in two days. Evelyn is wondering what's wrong with her mommy and to be honest, I'm getting a little worried myself."

Caitlyn shawn her tear stained face in Greg's direction. "I just don't know what to do with myself. With Leah in the hospital. I just, I feel I should be doing something to help her. I don't know…"

"That's okay. She's your sister, it's expected that you would want to help her. I understand that. But there's nothing you can do for her right now, not while she unconscious. The doctors said she'd wake up in a few days and when she does you'll need to be fully rested so that you can be there for her. What is she going to do when she sees her sister looking worse than her?"

Caitlyn laughed and pulled Greg into a tight embrace. "She'd probably take it out on you."

I smirked. That was the sister I knew and loved.

"Leah!"

The ground shook again. Faster and more violent. Immediately I dropped to the floor. The lights went out and I gasped at the feel of something wrapping about my arms and gripping hard with pain. Someone shouted my name.

"Come on, come on. Wake up. Leah, you better listen to me damn it."

My eyes fluttered. A fresh breeze blew pass my face. I shivered and felt the grip around my arms loosen. I tried again to open my eyes and this time they stayed open.

"Oh, thank God."

The worried face of Dean Winchester stared down into mine. I could faintly make out the smell of the gas station bathroom around us. Cars whizzed by on the highway. My heart pounded in my chest and I realized that I was back where I started; with the Winchester's in the middle of nowhere.

"What the hell happened to you?"

I brought a shaky hand to my head. The other I used to brush away Dean's lingering form. He caught it and used it to sit me upright. Things spun for a moment then once again relaxed.

"I think I was just a little dehydrated, that's all. No biggie."

"No biggie?" Dean brushed a hand through his hair. "No biggie? I get out of the car to take a piss and find you on the ground unconscious and all you can say is 'no biggie'?"

"Dean, I get it that I scared you, but seriously I'm fine. Do you see any blood? Any bruising or broken bones?"

"It doesn't matter that you're not hurt Leah. I mean, you were just lying here. I tried to wake you for two minutes and you didn't so much as moan."

"What can I say, I'm a heavy sleeper."

I got to my feet and watched apprehensively as Dean followed my movements. He was watching me with a searching look, as though he expected to find something.

Dean's hand shot through the air and took hold of my arm. I tried to pull free and continue on my path towards the black Chevy, but his grip held me in place where I stood. With a quick jerk, he spun me around to face him. The look on his face silenced any protest from my mouth.

"You're keeping stuff from us Leah. From me and Sam."

"What…I'm not…"

"Don't" he said through gritted teeth. "I'm not an idiot. I've seen those gears in your head turning. You're up to something. Finding you out on the highway the other day."

"What of it."

"You went from calm to unstable in seconds. Whose Jared and Jensen?"

"What"

I couldn't believe I was hearing straight. How come he'd remembered all this stuff and never brought it up before? Why hadn't he done this before I past out at the gas station?

"You called Sam and I by those names. As if you recognized us. Who are they?"

"No one."

No one?" Dean nodded. "What about all that talk about tv stations, hmmm? Or how bout you not remembering where you were? How come you didn't have any ID in your car when I searched it?"

"You searched my car!" He didn't even react. "If you remember all this, then you might recall the little fact that I crashed my car that same night. I hit my head, I wasn't thinking clearly."

"Well, I guess you were thinking a little more clearly when you told Sam and I you were a hunter who knew Pastor Jim?"

"Yeah, so what does that have to do with anything? You don't believe I'm a hunter now too, is that it?"

"I don't know, are you a hunter?"

"I don't have time for this" I growled and went to turn away. Again Dean's hand pulled me back.

"You better start making time."

With a fierce yank, I withdrew my arm from his hold and stumbled back a foot, still afraid to move away from him incase he pounced upon like a wild animal. The look in his eyes was cold and menacing, like he would rather I run just so that he could drag me back.

"You wanna tell me what all this is about?"

"Jim Murphy's dead. He died almost four months ago now."

Meg. That one syllable raced through my mind. How had I let this lie catch up with me like that? Everything was falling apart.

I turned to Dean, but the only thing I got was a glare.

"If you were so close with Pastor Jim, how is it, you didn't seem to find the need to bring up his death. I'm sure if you guys knew one another like you say you did, than I'm sure you knew about it, right?"

"I didn't feel there was any need to bring it up."

"Bullshit" he whispered. "Just like everything else you've been telling me and Sammy. I'm really starting to wonder who you really are Leah."

"Then how come you let me ride with you guys this far?"

"Figured I could keep my eyes on you. If you know so much about us than you're obviously a threat. I'm sure you're familiar with the saying. 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer'."

"I'm not your enemy" I pleaded. I was quickly beginning to loose this battle. "There are just a few things I need to keep to myself right now Dean. Please, you've got to understand that."

"What I understand is that you've been keeping stuff from us and then I find you laying out here unconscious. I highly doubt it had anything to do with dehydration."

"Well then, I don't know what to tell you Dean. You've let me come this far with you and I don't see when I have ever been a threat to you or Sammy. I mean Jesus, you got drunk with me last night. Where were your hunter instincts then?"

Dean opened his mouth and softened his voice. "You're right. You haven't shown to be a threat, but you've got to remember that those few lies you've told us, they were pretty big ones. Not to mention, that we only just found you on the side of the road. After all that's happened to my brother and me, we can't be too careful and this time I refuse to let anyone go unnoticed."

"So where does that leave us?"

"We're going to Stull. Sam doesn't know what I know. Kid went to College but he's not the brightest bulb in the box, if you know what I mean. I know a friend in Lawrence, just a few miles west of Stull. We'll stay with her and hopefully she can tell me what to do about you."

"What, is your friend some kind of cop?"

"Something like that" he smirked. "Christo."

"Excuse me. Did you just go all Latin on me? You think I'm some kind of demon or something."

"Well, not anymore."

Dean walked in front of me towards the Impala. I followed behind him, knowing that the ride to Stull would be much better than our actual stay in the city. Especially with the so-called friend he had waiting for me in Lawrence. My heart was in my throat with the thought of it, because there was only one person that I could think of that lived in Lawrence that the Winchester's could trust. Missouri Mosley.