Author's Note: So, here is the next chapter, as promised. As I said before, sorry for the very long break I took. It was unacceptable, lol. Hope everyone is still interested in this. Things are slowly winding down or picking up. A few more chapters and we're all finished! Yay! I say yay, because I can't wait to start putting up the sequel. I already have a bit of the first chapter done. Anywho, hope you all enjoy this chapter. I'm just getting over my long hiatus and writers block so hopefully it's not as bad as I think it is. I threw in a lot of everything for you guys, angst, romance, conflicts, suspense, comedy, thrills, chills, lol just about anything and everything. Enjoy! And remember to review. You reviewers are the best and I love every single one of you.

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Crash Course

By: Babyhilts

Chapter: 12

I could feel the heat of the mid morning sun on my closed eyes. The warmth penetrating through the Impala windshield was what stirred me from what was otherwise a comfortable sleep. Once I noticed how humid it was inside the old Chevy I woke up completely.

Something solid yet remarkably comfortable lay trapped beneath my left cheek. It smelt of gunpowder and smoke. Squinting against the light of a new day, I peered out of the corner of my eye into a pair of faded jeans. It suddenly dawned on me where I was and what had happened. In a moment a flurry of butterflies erupted within the depths of my chest. My stomach twisted in on itself as I lay there, sprawled across the passenger seat and partially in the drivers. Head resting on Dean Winchester's lap, with his well worn leather jacket draped across my body. I lay there, listening to his smooth rhythmic breathing, almost allowing myself to fall back asleep but the position I was in wasn't as comfortable as it had been at one in the morning. It dawned on me that I couldn't even remember falling asleep. One moment we were fighting and the next he had me in his arms and we were going at like two teenagers after prom. Since I'm using high school references it should be noted that we didn't go 'all the way' nor did he give me his letterman's jacket or school ring. I snickered to myself picturing the lone hunter in a football uniform. He probably got all the perks a jock would have when it came to the opposite sex but as for school spirit and all that rah, rah, rah, junk, I highly doubted it.

I tongued dry lips and still the taste of a Winchester lingered on them, inside my mouth. It was a sweet, indescribable taste that I savored for a minute. Dean was still sleeping soundly but as I shifted myself out of his lap I felt him begin to stir. The heavy breathing relaxed. A low moan filled the silence in the Impala. I took my rightful spot in the passenger seat, snatching the jacket as I went.

"Sam…coffee…black…three crullers…Don't forget the napkins this time."

The curled form of the oldest Winchester tossed once again in the dark upholstery. His muffled breakfast order falling upon deaf ears at the moment.

"Are you usually paralyzed in the morning or do you always make your little brother pick up your stuff?"

Dean tensed. His back became rigid as he cautiously turned himself around to face me. There was a dangerous look in his eyes when I met them from the passenger seat but a moment later the look faded into fields of hazel and gold. A small smile drew his lips apart as he sat himself upright. Dark sunglasses that had been still moments earlier, now found themselves being picked up by the hunters strong, callused hands.

I watched as he went through the motions. Slipping the impenetrable shades over his eyes, my heart thumped much too fast. I sat there, waiting, wondering if he was hiding behind those sunglasses. He forced out another grin, that false, 'Everything is fine' grin and I wanted to get sick. The pleasure of waking up to the taste of him on my lips didn't thrill me anymore. The leather jacket, pickled with his sweat, that warmed me, was starting to feel cold.

"Mmmm. You know, since Sammy isn't around, you could always fill out that order"

The cocking of eyebrows followed. I squeezed out a laugh and swept my hair back into a bun.

"I could always do a lot of things and yet, here I am. Not doing any of them. What does that tell you?"

Oh, god, what were we doing?

"Maybe that you're waiting for a little incentive."

"I don't need any incentive."

Dean's smirk grew. I could feel my hands begin to tremble and my tongue grow thick as he leaned slightly towards my direction. He paused. Our faces were still far enough apart. I could still dodge it if I needed to. Did I really want to though?

"You sure you don't want a little more incentive?"

I glanced out the windshield. There was a paper boy dawdling in the street. A shrill horn sounded through the neighborhood as he did wheelies on his bike. A neighbor was watering her flowerbed. Magnolias, lilies, sunflowers…

Dean's hand found its way onto my left shoulder. My body tensed. I saw his other hand reach towards my face. His thumb grazed my bottom lip. I closed my eyes and felt the pleasure wash over me once more. He held my chin between his thumb and forefinger. Eyes open, I found myself lost in his.

"Tell me. Who was your favourite Winchester on the tv show?"

He was inching his way closer towards my side of the Impala. A jean clad knee dug into my thigh. The hand that had been quiet on my shoulder now crawled along the nape of my neck. Warm, callused fingers reached up to my tied hair. My breath hitched. He pulled the elastic out with one swift flick of his wrist and I felt waves of blonde pooling around my face again.

What's going on here? Part of me screamed that this wasn't right, that this would only lead me to more hurt but the rest of me cried; begged, to be kissed and taken in by the man sitting beside me. He was there, I was there. We were both willing.

I leaned in just as he had done. "Who ever said I had a favourite?"

Dean frowned and then without so much of a "Hello, how are you?" he forcefully pulled me into him. I gasped out loud. Our chests connected and before I could react his lips were on mine. The air left my lungs. His hand mussed through my hair wildly. I let mine do the same. We hung to one another as if there were no air left on earth and this was our only hope. Then, before I knew it, we had stopped and I was sitting, eyes half open, trying to catch my breath. When I looked up, I caught Dean doing the same. I smirked.

"Aren't you supposed to buy the girl dinner first?"

"That's only if you tell me I'm your favourite."

Dean watched anxiously. That flirtatious smirk and gleam in his eyes that seemed to make all the girls swoon over him. I was swooning alright but I wasn't falling.

"Well, I guess we're going to have to forgo the candles and wine then, huh?"

I didn't wait for a response from the skilled hunter. I slipped out of the Chevy, leather jacket still wrapped around me and closed the door behind myself. A minute later Dean did the same. We met halfway up the driveway. His hand closed in on the small of my back and spun me around to face him. I smiled devilishly.

"You're a tease, you know that?"

"I am not."

He laughed. "You most certainly are."

Dean had that waiting look in his eyes again. At that moment I felt my stomach drop. It churned dangerously and I looked back over my shoulder towards Missouri's house. When I looked back at Dean he was still waiting. The truth was he'd be waiting for a long time to come. I didn't have any more one liners left in me to give. I wasn't sure if this was serious or if this was just another quickie, impulsive thing for the eldest Winchester to add to the list. I had to get back to my own time and then where would Dean and I be if things went any further? We still had a job to finish in Stull. Sammy was still mad at me. I couldn't hurt him anymore by taking away Dean from him too. That was, if Dean wanted to be taken by me.

I searched his eyes. He waited. I dug further into the depths of hazel and green. I couldn't get through his barriers and I knew I never would. I sighed. I couldn't do this. It was too dangerous. He knew it. I knew it.

"Dean…this, what happened last night with us…what happened a few minutes ago…"

The excitement died out immediately. His posture became erect and serious.

"What about it?"

"I don't know. Look, we should be worrying about Stull right now. I mean, we still don't know what were up against and your brother is in there, still pissed as hell at me."

"Sammy will get over it. He's a big boy."

I groaned. "Dean, I have to talk to him about this. We have to talk."

"We talked about it last night."

"No we didn't! We made out like a bunch of highschool kids in your Chevy."

"I don't know any highschool kids who make out like that."

It took all I had at that moment not to slap away the cocky grin from his face.

"Dean, that's not talking. You may communicate like that but I can't. Missouri told me some things before I came out to see you last night. A whole mess of things that I don't quite understand but that could help me get home."

Dean's eyes darkened. I struggled to keep myself from falling for him again. Be strong Leah! Don't cave now. This could help them. It could help you.

"I think this may have something to do with what were looking for here. I'm not sure what it is but something's been going on with me. Something I didn't get to tell you and Sam about last night."

"What?"

"I've been getting these warnings. I can't explain them but their starting to get more serious. They're scaring me Dean."

"What kind of warnings are we talking about?"

"That night in the cemetery and when you found me unconscious in the spare room."

"Jesus, why didn't you tell us?"

"Because, I didn't know what they were. At first I was just seeing my sister. Then I started hearing these voices telling me to stay away from Stull. Telling me that you and Sam were going to die. I was scared! I didn't know what to do."

I could feel myself shaking. The rise of tears forced themselves against the backs of my eyes. I would hold them back though, for as long as I could.

"So, it's about us, not you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Leah, did you see anything?"

"Just a dark shadow. Dean, what are you thinking?"

"Maybe you crashing your car wasn't an accident. What if it's because of us that you're here? What if it's our fault that you might be in danger?"

"Dean, come on…"

He took hold of my wrist firmly in his hand and pulled me hurriedly towards the house. I struggled to keep up with him.

"Dean…"

"We've got to talk this over with Sam. He may know what to do."

"All we know is that this might revolve around Stull. I think we should just go back there. Maybe dig a bit deeper into the history, you know. Maybe we'll find something that wasn't there before…"

"You're not going back to Stull."

I paused. "What?"

"You heard me. It's too dangerous. You're getting these warnings telling you to mind your own business and that's exactly what you're going to do. You'll stay here where we can protect you."

That was it. I wrenched my hand from his grip and slapped his shoulder as hard as I could.

"I'm not some child Dean Winchester. I am twenty seven years old. I am not sitting around waiting for you to go off and save me from the big evil world."

"Leah, you can't go. You're not a hunter. You don't know the first thing about this shit except from what you've seen on TV. That's not going to help us…"

"Yeah, it'll get you or Sam killed. You told me last night."

"No, it could get you killed. Or hurt. The Winchesters don't need anymore deaths on their conscious."

"But its okay for you two to go out there and get killed, while I sit back, knowing I could have done something?"

"No, that's not okay but it's what's going to happen."

He took hold of my hand again. We locked eyes for just a moment and then he was leading me into the house. The moment we stepped past the threshold I knew something was wrong. Besides the comforting smell of freshly made coffee, there was the feeling of tension. I assumed it was from the fight we had the night before. It still hung in the air, just as palpable as it had hours earlier.

We turned the corner together. Sunlight cast its warm glow through the kitchen windows, sending a spotlight upon the hunched form of Sam Winchester. His hand clutched hungrily onto a piece of semi-burnt toast while the other encircled a white mug. From the far corners of the kitchen I could hear the rumbling of the coffee machine. I could still smell the baking of toast wafting from the unplugged toaster. Dean left my side the minute he spied the caffeinated liquid. I continued standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, dirty, unprotected feet on the linoleum tiles.

I watched as Dean went to work getting his drink ready. Sam looked up from the dinning room table and managed to grab my attention. It took what little strength I had not to start apologizing to him. To not beg for his forgiveness like the desperate woman I was. He stared at me a moment, a look of disappointment and hurt, written clearly across his face. Soon his eyes hardened and within another moment he turned away, disgusted. I took a step forward when I heard him speak, his voice laced with sleep.

"Have a good time last night."

He lifted the white mug to his lips and took a savoring drink. I went to answer when I felt Dean brush against my arm and then take a seat at the table across from his brother.

"What do you think?"

"Dean!" I rushed forward, not really sure what to do. What he was implying bothered me not because I was surprised he'd said it, but because of the situation between Sam and I at the moment. I stopped next to Dean, standing not too far from Sam either. Sam set the mug down on the table and forced out a bitter laugh that tore right through me.

"Well," we locked eyes. "I guess that's just another dream come true. Huh, Leah?"

"Hey!" Dean slammed his mug of coffee down. There was a dangerous edge to his voice. Sam stayed in his seat, waiting for his brother to say something else but Dean wasn't speaking.

I couldn't take them fighting over me this way. It wasn't helping any of us and it sure as hell wasn't getting us any closer to solving two major problems going on at the moment.

"Look…" I began to explain myself when Dean cut me off with a glare.

"Don't. Leah, go upstairs. I've got to talk to my brother. Alone."

"Dean, I think we should all just talk about this…

Dean's eyes hardened and I knew he was being serious. "Not. Now."

Sam shot me the same hardened look. I glanced from one brother to the next and hastily made my way out of the kitchen and out of the range of fire. I knew whatever was about to happen wouldn't be good. Yet, I still couldn't pull myself away completely. I was the queen of listening in. I left the kitchen and made it halfway up the stairs when I stopped and took a seat on one of the steps. The minute I'd left, Dean had started in on Sam.

"What's gotten into you, why are you being such an ass?"

"What's gotten into me?" Sam was yelling. "What's gotten into you? Since when do you care about Leah?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you didn't before Dean and now what, you're in love?"

"No! I don't know. Last night, shit just sorta happened, okay? Like a bunch of frisky teenagers, that's it. Nothing else."

Sam laughed. "Yeah, right."

I tugged at the leggings of my pants. Whatever Sam was telling Dean now I couldn't hear. He was either whispering or the pounding in my chest had somehow managed to override the yelling. The instant Dean had revealed what he thought happened in the Impala between us, was the instant my heart started to try and escape my chest cavity. Not that anything exciting had happened, I just assumed something more than 'a bunch of frisky teenagers' had been shared between us. After all the arguing, all the dirty looks and mixed signals, I had actually believed that maybe he'd warmed up to me. Now everything I'd built up in my mind about Dean and I was slowly being demolished.

The floors creaked noisily from the top of the stairs. I tensed. Looking over the safety of my shoulder I could make out the shadowed figure of a larger woman. Missouri. Without so much as thinking, I got to my feet and hurried up the rest of the stairs to the landing, tripping twice before finally reaching her. She shook her head, a disappointing look on her face. Walking ahead, she gestured for me to follow and after the slightest of hesitation I did so.

"What are we going to do about you and that eavesdropping?"

I chuckled. "Sorry, it's kinda becoming a habit I guess."

"So I've noticed."

Missouri stopped in front of the spare room. There was a draft coming from inside and the lights were on. I realized how badly I wanted to change out of my night clothes and into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I felt grubby standing in front of the well dressed psychic. She smiled knowingly and took my hand in hers.

"How are you keeping up dear?"

I tried to advert my eyes and keep my mouth shut but even then she could just read my thoughts and understand what I was feeling. I was confused and so very lost. I couldn't pick a problem to worry about without another one getting in the way.

"I'm hanging in."

"You and the boys…"

"I talked to Dean. He seems to understand now" I shifted uneasily beneath her gaze. "I don't know about Sam though. Oh, jeez Missouri, I feel so horrible. You should have seen the look on his face."

Smooth fingers rubbed the tops of my hands. I embraced the gesture and tried to hold onto it for all I was worth. I didn't want to let go. It calmed me and that was something I greatly needed. She was the only one who seemed to be able to comfort my fears and anxieties when no one else could.

"I never meant to hurt him" I chocked out.

"I know baby and so does Sam. He's just a bit more sensitive when it comes to these types of things. Once him and his brother talk it over he should be fine."

"I don't think it will be that easy."

Missouri pulled our hands apart. I raised my head to meet her eyes head on.

"It may not but all you can ask for is time and hopefully slowly things will begin to mend themselves."

"Yeah."

"Don't worry yourself so much. Now, come on. Go get yourself dressed and I'll meet you downstairs. I've got another pot of coffee on as we speak."

I thanked Missouri and waited until she'd reached the end of the hall and had begun to descend the stairs before running into the spare room. The door closed, I stripped out of my sweatpants and dirty top. I piled my underwear and socks onto the heap of dirty close and ran naked across the room. I prayed no one walked in on me as I scrambled to locate my duffel bag. It was sitting in the far corner with a pair of jeans sticking out the top. I found some jeans and a red t-shirt, picked out some panties and a bra and got change. I decided it was too hot for socks and treaded barefoot out of the room.

I felt more refreshed now that I was dressed in clean clothes. I stopped by the bathroom before going back down to the kitchen. I brushed my hair out of my face and into a ponytail and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. There was a red tint to my cheeks this morning as if I'd been a running a marathon or something. My lips were chapped and sore and bags were starting to form beneath my eyes. I groaned. This was as good as it was going to get. I hiked up my jeans so that my slight bulge of tummy stayed hidden and exited the bathroom.

Dean was leaning against the kitchen counter when I came downstairs. Missouri was off to his left buttering some more toast. The room was quiet. The coffee machine had been turned off and aside from the low hum of the fridge there was nothing else. I looked towards the table both hoping and fearing that Sam would still be sitting there; ready to tear into me next. When I glanced towards the back of the room all I found were a bunch of empty seats. Not even his breakfast dishes littered the mahogany surface. It was almost as though he were never there.

"Where's Sam?"

I was trying for the casual, I don't really care where he is, voice but I knew I'd failed as soon as the words left my mouth. Dean sipped his coffee and glanced towards Missouri who was still staying quiet. It took that woman a hell of a long time to butter two pieces of toast.

"Sent him to blow off some steam and pick up a few things for Stull."

"You're going back?"

He nodded and took another drink. "Don't worry about it."

But I was worried. How could I not worry about the two of them? All I could think about was how they might get hurt if they went back to that cemetery. It would be my fault if something happened to them. Had I not gone back the other night than they wouldn't know that something supernatural was still going on there.

Without a word I backed out of the room. I reached the front door when I heard Dean ask where I was going. I didn't answer. Missouri hushed him and whispered something so that I couldn't hear, but I didn't care anymore.

I stepped out onto the porch and shut the door. I took a seat on the bottom step and stared out across the street. The sun was higher in the sky now. More people were roaming the streets. I leaned against the old wood of the steps and watched as a young couple holding hands cut across a neighbor's lawn and headed towards the opposite street. A group of kids ran with a soccer ball towards the park and an unleashed dog ran circles in another yard. It barked and snapped, trying unsuccessfully to catch its tail.

I smiled despite it all and wondered what was going on back home with my sister. Even when I wasn't in some parallel reality, I still worried about her. She was the baby. It was my job to protect her from the evils of the world. When we were teenagers I was responsible for keeping her safe from all the hormonally charged young men. Now that we were adults I still had a responsibility. To look out for her, to keep her safe and to protect her from anything that might disrupt the ideal life she'd created. I couldn't let her worry about me and yet here I was, gallivanting around with two supernatural hunters while she worried about whether or not I was alright. I felt I was failing her in a way. If I could I'd go back and hold her and tell her not to worry but I couldn't. I was responsible for all the long, sleepless nights I knew she was having. When she should be thinking about her little girl and her husband, she was worrying about her unresponsive sister, lying in a hospital bed.

Tears rose in my eyes. I brushed them away furiously. My chest tightened and I was barely getting in air for a minute. I tried to calm myself down but it wasn't working. I waited it out though and after a bit the tightening in my chest loosened but the tears never stopped falling.

I was worrying about Dean and Sam now too. I had to protect them. They didn't know what I'd seen or felt the fear that I'd felt. The voice still siphoned through my thoughts every now and then, reminding me in that same sadistic tone how they would die. I couldn't let anything happen to them. I knew that. They just didn't seem to think what I was telling them was that big of a deal though when in reality, it was a hell of a big deal.

The growl of a car engine floated across the warm summer air. I lifted my head and sat patiently while the black Chevy pulled into the driveway. The Sam had taken a sharp turn and gravel sprayed recklessly onto the lawn.

I sighed. This was it. We were going to have it out.

Sam got out of the drivers side, a plastic bag in his hand. He stood in front of the door, looking around, almost as if he were taking in the situation. Hesitantly he walked towards me. The cold look in his eyes had softened since earlier that day. I relaxed.

"So, did you pick up what you needed for Stull?"

Sam paused midstep. He smiled and with a quiet nod pulled out a bag of peanut M&M's. No one said anything for a minute and then slowly we both let out a low chuckle. Sam dropped the chocolate back into the sack. He came and took a seat next to me on the porch, letting the supplies fall to the ground.

An awkward silence fell upon us. Sam was staring across the street, the toe of his shoe rustling the plastic bag. I folded my hands nervously into one another, wiping the sweat from one palm onto the other before I finally got up enough courage to clear my throat. The younger man turned at the sound, his eyes quickly adverting from my own the moment they met.

"Sam, look." God this was so hard. "About what I said last night…"

"No, it's okay Leah."

"No, it's not okay. I shouldn't have lied to you guys. I broke your trust…."

"Leah, we understand" he paused. "I understand. Dean and I, we talked it over a bit more after you left. He told me some things that I guess we didn't wait around to listen to. I'm sorry."

"Sam, I'm the one who should be sorry. I kept some big secrets from you. I could have gotten you both hurt last night."

"How about we agree that we were both sorry and leave it at that?"

I smirked. Sam did the same and I found myself being pulled into a warm embrace. Long, muscular arms wound themselves around my back and I wanted nothing more than to get lost in them. Sam was warm and comforting, just as Missouri was. I trusted him that things would now be alright between us.

Our arms relaxed but I continued to stay curled against his chest, while one of his arms draped lifelessly over my shoulder.

"You're pretty strong, you know that?"

I laughed and brought up one of my arms. I flexed what little muscle I had and said "Yeah, check out these guns."

Sam let out his own laugh. It was nice for a while and then just as quickly as it had begun, it ended with a single thought. Stull. I shifted myself off of Sam's chest so fast that he pulled back in surprised.

"What is it?"

"You and Dean can't go to Stull."

"Okay, that was out of the blue."

"Sam, I'm serious. You two should just drop this case. It's too dangerous."

Sam sighed and tried to take my hands in his. I held them out of reach before his fingers had a chance to brush against my skin. He seemed shocked but kept an even voice as he spoke.

"Nothing is going to happen."

"Not if you go. I'm scare for you two Sam. If you go to that cemetery I know something bad will happen. It's not worth it."

"Don't worry, everything will be fine…"

"That's not enough! You have to promise you won't go. Sam promise me."

Sam looked away. "Leah, if there's something in that cemetery that could hurt people then Dean and I have to go."

As Sam's words reached my ears I felt a sudden feeling of lightheadedness overtake me. I braced my hands against the sturdy wood beneath me. The sky was melting into the earth. Clouds shifted around before my eyes. The sun felt much brighter than it had moments earlier. The light nearly burned and I had to close my eyes to keep out the sting of it. Tears of pain escaped and ran wild down my cheeks. A nauseous feeling was beginning to form inside my stomach. All sounds disappeared and were replaced by this loud humming sound, like the sound of running electricity.

Sam's hand pulled on my shoulder. Slowly the hum began to lower but I didn't dare open my eyes just yet.

"Sam, I've been having these warnings."

"Dean was saying something about that."

"Well, they mean something. If you go you're putting yourself in danger. I don't want the two of you to get hurt or …" I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Hey, nothing like that is going to happen."

The sickness in my stomach was escalating. I opened my eyes for just a second and found myself moaning in spite of the new found pain. Sam must have noticed my discomfort because the next thing I knew he was kneeling in front of me, his hands on my face and talking to me in a low, comforting voice. The loud humming sound was back and I couldn't chase it away anymore. I could barely hear what Sam was saying and it hurt too much to open my eyes again to try to read his lips.

"Don't go, don't go."

I repeated those two words over and over. I couldn't hear myself saying them but I knew that at least Sam could. One of his hands ran down the length of my arm, rubbing it soothingly before he helped drag me to my feet. My knees buckled and I felt as though I were about to face plant with the asphalt. He kept me upright.

"Come on Leah, that's it. Just a bit more."

I gripped Sam's arm as hard as I could and despite the pain, stumbled up the stairs and into the house. His voice was beginning to push out the dull hum in my head. The sickness and everything else had yet to fade and just when I thought it might be starting to, an explosion of white light commenced behind closed eyes.

It tripped and Sam's hand slipped from its hold on my arm.

"Leah!"

My knees hit the carpet. Sam's hands grabbed my arms protectively. I could feel myself shaking in his hold and the sickness was getting worse.

"Sam?"

"Dean!"

Sam sounded almost panicky which got me to panicking. If a trained hunter of the supernatural was getting nervous than I should be pissing my pants with worry.

More voices were adding to the mix. I could hear the approach of feet and knew that Dean and Missouri were close by. Cautiously I tried to open my eyes and was immediately rewarded with another slap of pain. The light hit again and I cried out, unable to hold back. In just one shot I felt my strength deplete and I sunk forward in Sam's hold, unable to stay upright any longer.

I was barely conscious as I felt myself being lowered to the ground. The voices around me were beginning to fade completely. I struggled to open my eyes one last time and found the blurred image of Dean Winchester hovering over me.

"Leah?"

I groaned and without warning was plunged into darkness. Their voices gone and the pain slowly subsiding, I found myself completely alone and then I was unconscious.