Author's Note: Once again, another chapter by moi. I've been in the writing mood all week but this stupid flu and finishing exams and work has been keeping me away from my computer. But, now I'm here and with a whole new chapter of excitement. Just to keep you guys updated I'm starting a new semester this week and it has two different English classes one just English and the other mostly writing so it may be hard to find time to update but I'll try to find it. Oh, and this story is almost done you guys. We're wrapping up soon, and that can only mean ….SEQUEL! Which I am totally excited for! I don't wanna give anything away except it is going to have a lot of little plots and whole lot of action and excitement. I honestly can't wait. So, drabble done. Lol. Enjoy this chappy and as always please leave a wonderful review at the end. Thank you guys for the continuous support for this story. I appreciate it.

Story Note: Just incase anyone has forgotten, this story takes place after season 1 and so season 2 does not exist at all. And we're just going to pretend that at the end of season 1 in the accident they all got banged up but made some miraculous recovery and John just decided he had to go his seperate way from the boys for a while . So, just so everyone is still with me there, that's how its going down.

Crash Course

By: Babyhilts

Chapter 14:

I've been drivin' all night, my hand's wet on the wheel
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel
It's my baby callin', says I need you here
And it's a half past four and I'm shiftin' gear --Radar Love by: Golden Earring

I called it multitasking. Although, I don't think I'd quite managed to conquer this new art form just yet. One hand on the steering wheel, the other twisting the well used knob of the car radio, while still managing to find time to flip through the ratty old book Missouri had given to me on my way out. It's shredded leather bound body sat open in my lap, the air seeping in through the partially open window making me lose the page I was glancing at. I tried to roll the window up but after veering into the next lane I realized it would take a bit more of my attention than I was willing to give up at the moment.

The station wagon raced down the open highway. I saw the 'Now Entering Stull' sign and felt a new rush of adrenaline course through my veins. Unconsciously the pressure from my foot on the gas peddle increased. The needle on the speedometer twitched and then began to crawl. Slowly pass the eighty mile mark and still not stopping when it inched its way past ninety.

I grinned openly. The power beneath my foot was incredible. Sure I was behind the wheel of a beat up station wagon and yeah, I felt more like Driving Miss Daisy than I did Tom Cruise in Top Gun. But man, did I feel alive at the moment.

My fists tightened on the wheel. The speedometer continued to climb. It reached a hundred and I laughed. I took a hand off the wheel again and began to search through the radio stations, bypassing anything involving sports, classical and plain old white noise.

Glancing up for a moment, I made sure to check my surroundings. The trees were whipping by at lightning speed and I realized why Dean always drove. If I could get this much excitement from a pathetic little station wagon, imagine the rush behind that old Chevy? I made the turn off onto the back road leading to the cemetery. A cold sweat broke on my back. I turned my attention to the sky and cringed when I noticed the pale blue had faded into a collage of deep purples, warm pinks and vast stretches of tangerine oranges.

I ignored the fear that had suddenly taken up residence inside my head and slowly pushed it out with the cocky, careless Leah Carlson who was currently high on an adrenaline rush. I flipped through the stations like a maniac. I passed Phil Collins and Cat Power. Both of whom would not settle this power rush feeding my soul.

"This a Radar Love moment" I told myself as I searched the stations, but the chances of me coming across that song were slim.

A bit more static and suddenly my fingers stopped. The banging of the drums, the guitar riffs. I knew this song. I cranked the volume and steadied the wheel before I swerved into a cow patty.

"Oh dont lean on me man. Cause you aint got time to check it. You know my suffragette city. Is outta sight...shes all right."

I took the next little bit to do my own embarrassing version of a drum solo against the steering wheel, belting out a few words here and there. It had been a long time since I'd listen to any David Bowie and Suffragette City was enough to chase away pre-hunt jitters and to get the endorphins pumping once again.

Looking out through the windshield, I checked my surroundings once more and calculated a few more empty fields and endless hills and I'd be at the cemetery. The sheathed knife sat ready in the seat next to me. I smirked and tried to numb out the creeping in fear. Bowie was still screaming and I wanted the bass to be loud enough to drown out the doubts in my mind.

"Your almost there, Leah" I soothed. "Just a few more minutes and you'll see Dean and Sam and everything will be…tabarnak!"

The station wagon took a jolt forward. My already bruised torso took a sharp and painful toss into the steering wheel. I groaned, cursing under my breath as I eased back into the seat while bringing shaky hands to the wheel in time to pull the vehicle into the right lane. There were no cars, but I'd nearly managed a repeat of the accident back in Vancouver. When the car finally crawled to a stop I relaxed my grip on the wheel. That's when I realized I hadn't stopped the car myself. Throwing the station wagon into park, I looked up over the steering wheel to see smoke rising out from under the hood.

"Oh, hell no. No. No. No."

I unbuckled myself from the seat, tore open the door and ran around to the front of the car, standing just in front of the thick smoke emanating from Missouri's handicapped car.

"This can't be happening" I whined before tentatively reaching out to lift the top of the hood. The moment I got my fingers underneath the top and raised it up, more smoke poured out and the heat made my eyes water, rendering me incapable of seeing anything. I held the top up a bit longer in hopes of chasing away the pain in my eyes in a few more seconds but the metal top was hot in my hands and was heating up with every second. Suddenly, the metal lid slipped from my fingers, falling down with a whoosh sound that tossed a heap of grey smoke into my face.

Stumbling backwards on the highway, coughing and cursing so many Quebec swears that it would have made my dear mother proud. When I'd done enough coughing and crying to clear away the smoke, I looked up and stared in awe at the dark grey cloud that had consumed the station wagon. I turned next to the vast expanse of road that lay before me and the quickly diminishing light. I let out a frustrated howl of anger and gave the front left hubcab a piece of my mind. Half a second after my foot made contact with the tire, the hubcab went flying, banging against the asphalt before rolling away into the tall grass of the ditch.

"I guess I have a bit of walking ahead of me."

With the sun quickly setting in front of me, I ran back to the car and picked up the book, keeping it safe in the crook of my arm and slipping the knife into my boot just as I'd done on my first trip to Stull.

"I bet the bat mobile never broke down in the middle of downtown Gothem." I whined on last time before starting my walk towards the cemetery.

I'd been running/ jogging for close to ten minutes. Sweat trickled down the sides of my face. I smelt like a mix between gym shoes and wet dog and I could barely get any air into my lungs. I hated to run, and running was exactly what I'd been doing for the most part. Now as the cemetery came into view, I slowed my pace to a tired walk. I didn't see the impala parked anywhere nearby and I hadn't past it on the way in, but I knew the boys were somewhere in that cemetery, they'd just done a good job of hiding the Chevy. In a place like Stull that thing would have stuck out like a sore thumb and they knew they couldn't be caught now, not when it was coming down to the wire like this.

I pushed my way through the cemetery gates and made the climb up the small embankment of grass and headstones. The cemetery was filled with this eerie blue lighting now that the sun had disappeared. It wasn't dark out, really, but it was getting close. Each step I took was carefully placed as I didn't want to end up tripping over any fallen headstones or end up drowning in any mysterious puddles. I still hadn't run into the Winchesters which unnerved me a bit. I mean the last time I'd come to Stull alone I'd nearly died but that did seem to be the theme of the week. How many times can we kill Leah Carlson? Catchy, I thought.

Just when I was beginning to have my doubts about the boys still being in Stull, I caught sight of a tall, lanky figure on the top of the hill, near the pile of cement rubble that used to be the old church. Relief immediately filled me and then, something else. Anger. Frustration. The adrenaline was back, pumping double the dose into my system. I picked up the walk until I was running up that hill like Kate Bush.

"Sam Winchester" I growled when I was nearly at the top.

The shaggy head of brown hair shifted and I could make out two confused brown eyes from underneath the thick quaff. He had a set of papers in his hands and a bag at his feet but now all the attention was on me.

"Leah?"

I smirked, happy to hear his voice but at the same time the anger had yet to leave. How could they come here? I told them it was dangerous. I warned them that their lives were at stake and here they were.

I stopped mid stride and scooped up a handful of rocks. These would do. I rolled them over in my hands, picking up the pace again and before I'd gotten too close I launched one of them in Sam's direction. He reacted fast, clutching the papers to his chest and swerving to the left in time to miss the flying rock. When he turned to catch my attention with those puppy dog eyes again, I was already throwing another. Then another.

" Leah calm down. Leah!" He ducked. Another miss. I was out of rocks. Growling, I fisted a few more out of the gravel road beside my feet and hurriedly tossed a few more in his direction. Two at a time now. He missed them both. But as the handful went soaring, a rogue rock nipped him in the shoulder. He yelped in surprise and stumble backwards from my advancing form. "Leah, come on. Are you possessed?"

I stooped down to grab one more when I heard the shuffling of feet somewhere nearby. Immediately I dropped the stones back onto the ground and scanned the cemetery until I spotted Dean racing up the hill, a duffel bag slung across his neck and shoulder. I could hear the rattle of knives and guns from where I was standing, each one hitting his back with a clank clank sound as he made his way towards us.

"Sammy!"

I moved towards him and when he made it to the top that's when our eyes met. He was breathing heavily and smelt like lighter fluid and smoke. God, he smelt good in anything, I mused but then the worry and hate was back.

"Leah?"

Gritting my teeth, I tossed the book Missouri had given me to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing here? Your supposed to be back in Lawrence!"

Dean placed his hands on his hips and did his impression of a scolding father. I formed two sweaty fists and bit my tongue to keep the anger from being verbalized. Instead all that came out was this animalistic sound from deep within my throat.

"Son of a…are you possessed?"

Without thinking I launched myself at Dean, taking him off guard and pulling him to the ground with my added weight. We fell over backwards, losing our place at the top of the hill and slowly began to roll backwards, slipping and sliding along the wet grass. Sam was yelling at us from the top but that was all I could make out. Yelling. Nothing specific either.

I fisted my hand in Dean's hair tugging at it and his stupid leather coat that looked so good on him. We rolled over some more. I felt him pulling on my shirt and pushing painfully on my bruised abdomen. We rolled again. He cursed and I did the same. The duffel bag on his back thumped against the grass close to our heads. My leg scratched against something pointy and I cursed and pulled harder on his hair. The duffel thumped once more, bouncing off the grass it rose into the air and hit me against the back of the head just hard enough for me to let go off Dean's hair and fall into his chest. Dean released his hold on me as well and we rolled to a stop at the bottom of the hill.

I removed myself from off Dean's chest the moment we came to a stop and lied with my back pressed against the cool, refreshing grass, panting like mad in hopes of being able to breathe again some time soon. When I was able to get enough air into my lungs and was able to control the pounding in my head, I turned to Dean and found him doing the same.

"Leah, what the hell?"

I groaned as I sat up and looked at Dean, fire in my eyes.

"Tell me it's a disorder. Tell me a doctor diagnosed you with some kind of mental retardation as a child because I swear to God Dean Winchester if you tell me that your always so pigheaded and stupid I will pull us down another hill."

He flashed me that cocky grin of his. I could feel my heart racing.

"Jackass" I cried and punched him in the shoulder. His body jerked back slightly from the force but that was it and when he'd recovered he was still smiling. "I can't believe you."

"Me? How about you? Who in their right mind comes to a haunted cemetery?"

"Besides two Ghostbusters and a Canuck?"

"You're supposed to be in Lawrence."

"So are you."

"Are you guys okay?" Sam called out to us from the top of the hill. He was slowly making his way down towards us. Neither Dean nor I acknowledged his comment.

"Leah, this thing. It's not going to stop until one of us is dead. You know you're putting yourself in danger just by coming here."

"And what about you and Sam. Huh? I told you guys not to come here. I begged you Dean Winchester. I said it was dangerous and you ignored me and now look where we are. At the bottom of a damn hill, right where were not supposed to be. Way to take instructions."

"What can I say…."

"How about I'm an idiot."

"Leah…"

"Dean…"

"Jeez, you both love to hear yourselves talk, don't you?" Sam was now hovering above, a hand stretched out to both of us. I took it but when I looked to my left I noticed Dean swatting Sam's hand away and struggling to his feet on his own. I groaned and turned on him again.

"What's your problem? Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

"That's who I am" Dean snapped. "I don't need you to tell me how to do a job. If this place is haunted then I gonna kill what ever it is and call it a job well done, just like I've always done. I told you Leah. This gig is dangerous but it's what Sammy and I do."

"So, what? You couldn't listen to me when I asked you stay put? Dean, I passed out a few hours ago from the same thing that brought me here in the first place. The same thing that I think is tied to Stull and you just up and leave me there with Missouri?"

Dean shifted his weight and took a moment before replying. "I had to."

"That's a lie. You didn't have to. You could have waited. At least until I woke up. You just don't like following anyone's orders. That's your problem."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic."

"It's true. You don't listen to me when I tell you it's dangerous. You don't listen to Missouri or Sam. Shoot, the only person you do listen to is your damn dad and he isn't even around half the time anyway."

"Leah…" Sam whispered.

In that moment I realized what I'd said. Sam's quiet voice calling my name stirred me from my anger and I looked at Dean to see the hurt evident in his eyes. What had I done?

"Leave it Sammy."

My stomach did a somersault and a half axel at the sound of Dean's voice. He was holding in his pain. Masking what he felt. I remembered what the demon had said to him when it had possessed John and cringed. What was Dean feeling now? What was he thinking?

"Dean, look I didn't mean that. I shouldn't of…"

"Yeah, you shouldn't of." He turned on his heel and stared at me, eyes ablaze. "You don't know anything about what I've been through. Only what you've seen on TV. You don't know my father or my brother, or even me. You may think you do, but you don't."

"Dean!" Sam yelled but his voiced was silenced by Dean lifting a warning hand in Sam's direction.

"Now I don't care if me being here gets your panties in a twist, but I'm staying. I suggest you find a way back to Lawrence princess and just tight for a few hours until we get back."

With that he moved past me, brushing his shoulder against my chest so that I stumbled back a few steps before he began moving back up the hill.

"I'm staying." I called out to him.

I watched Dean stop in his climb up the hill, as if thinking over what I'd just said, but it was a brief pause and he was climbing again.

Sam rushed to my side once his brother had left and grabbed my arm gently in his. I pulled back out of surprise, tearing out of his light grip and staring wide eyed at him. I felt edgy and nervous all of a sudden. I wanted to cry because I hadn't meant for things to get so screwed up and now they were and all because of me. How were we supposed to do a hunt with Dean and I in a fight? The shadow from my dream was right. I would bring down the Winchesters.

I looked to the gate of the cemetery, thinking maybe it would be best if I did leave. I wouldn't be a distraction for Dean and maybe they'd get the hunt done safely but my gut told me I had to help. My feet stayed planted in the cemetery grass. I looked to Sam and begged with eyes for his help.

"I didn't mean to say those things…"

"I know" Sam calmed and pulled me into his chest. I gave him a quick hug, so that I didn't let myself get too caught up in the moment and so that the tears didn't get a chance to fall.

"I was just so worried. Sam this thing, it nearly killed me in Lawrence. It's after you and Dean and I just…I don't want anything to happen to guys."

Sam smirked. "You some kind of superhero all of a sudden?"

I laughed. "Well, the guys do refer to me as Wonder Woman."

Sam raised his eyebrows and I shook my head. "Sam, I'm going to help. Whether he" I gestured to Dean's shadowed form at the top of the hill "likes it or not."

Sam nodded in understanding. "We still have a few hours before midnight and we still don't know what this thing is or how to kill it."

"Well, then we have our work cutout for us."

I brushed the grass off my pants and followed quickly behind Sam who was already making his way towards Dean. I could already tell this was going to be a long night.

Side Note: So, another chappie finished, hope you enjoyed. The next one hopefully will be up within the week. We'll see. But I just wanted to let you guys know one thing

Tabarnak: lol for anyone who was like wut is going on here, is a French swear word used by a lot of French Canadians. I wanted to include it in here because it sounds a bit classier to me than spitting out the F word and Leah is Canadian and so, there's some French Canadian heritage for her. Hope that clears it up for anyone.