Chapter 7

Leah pulled her knees up to her chest and watched Sam's chest rise and fall on it's own scared to move from her chair. She had been sitting there for five minutes just watching. She didn't want to miss it should something happen and he quit breathing again. The ventilator had been out for the entire five minutes and the nurse and doctors had left saying that he was breathing fine on his own now. They didn't know when he would wake, but at least he was breathing on his own. Leah was still scared though. They had practically shut ICU down taking him off the damn vent. They had almost lost him once and then all of a sudden he started breathing. They had been just about to put him back on the ventilator when that happened.

Now she was paranoid. Maybe because it was the first time no medical professionals were in the room since then and she was scared if she shifted the wrong way that he would - just stop. "Hey I'm still here." There was a soft breeze and she shivered.

Sam paced in front of her almost laughing at how tense she was. "It's alright." He knew he needed to get back to Dean and Bobby, but he had his doubts as to whether Dean could even see him now as it had been a while since he'd had the shot and Bobby was trying to get his system clean. And Leah didn't look like she was holding up to well.

"Sam, you better not die." She whispered over her knees at him, still watching his chest rise and fall slowly. "I mean it. I'll never forgive you, if you die on me."

"I don't plan to." Sam laughed at her softly.

"You know I lied a lot." She whispered to him letting her forehead touch her knees to force his gaze from his chest courageously a moment.

"About what?" Sam sank to sit on the arm of the chair next to her and looked down at her curiously.

"I was scared to death most of the time we were working the light house thing." She replied as if answering the question. "I'm not so full of myself and I don't have all the answers, and I don't know why I thought I had to impress you guys. I just didn't want you to know that I didn't know what I was doing. And I haven't ever seen anything like this and I don't know what I'm doing or why I do what I do...I..." She broke off not sure where she was even going with that. "God I'm tired." She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead against the scrub bottoms hissing in a breath.

"You could go to sleep." Sam wished his hand wouldn't go right through her.

"You might quit breathing." She replied.

"Can you hear me?" Sam asked again this time a little louder then he had before.

"Sometimes I think I hear your voice, But I think it's just my imagination - really." She whispered even softer her voice carrying the tears that she had hidden as she hid her face from view of the room.

Sam straightened rigidly. "No you're not imagining it. I'm here!" Sam rushed out quickly. He noticed that she wrapped her arms around her more protectively as she shivered harder. Was he doing that? "Leah?"

She suddenly looked up as the curtain shifted and Gordon came into view. Leah turned three shades of white as she looked up at the sound of the curtains rustling. "Oh God." She looked to Sam seeing his chest rising and falling and back to Gordon and then without even stopping to think she jumped to her feet and rushed to get between Sam's body and Gordon. Gordon was already reaching behind him though bringing the gun into view as his face changed to a sort of grizzly snarl. "Don't hurt him." Leah got out in a rush.

"I'm going to do more then that." Gordon promised. "Get out of the way and I'll make sure you walk though - this isn't about you."

"Leah get out of here - go get help...do something - you can't stop a bullet!" Sam called out frantically.

Leah shook her head as Gordon took aim and cocked the gun back. "I'm not one for begging." Gordon arched an eyebrow as if to make his point. Leah swallowed thickly then released Sam's bed rail and closed her eyes, her body shivering.

"Jesus Christ, Leah just get out of the way." Sam suddenly screamed. Leah did the exact opposite she stepped forward until the gun rested against her chest as tears fell across her cheeks. "Leah..." Sam broke off. And she reached slowly up to touch Gordon with her good hand...sam felt his heart skipping his chest as he watched them both disappear. "No...no...no..." Sam whirled around. Dammit she had blinked...she had Blinked Gordon away and...dammit. What the hell was she thinking?! Good Lord where did she take him? He thought she couldn't control the things? What was going on?!

"Dammit!" Sam shifted himself as well and landed next to Dean in Bobby's truck cab. Dean's head rested against the door of the truck cab his wig askew his dress kicked up over his left knee where he had been scratching and he was passed out cold - drool dribbling down the side of the door like someone had turned on a faucet.

"Dean!" Dean jumped ten feet and slammed his head into the ceiling of the truck coming down hard in his seat. He caught himself and looked around frantically. "Wha...what..." He asked in a panic.

"I didn't say anything." Bobby said watching him in wonder.

"Dean Gordon is...was at the hospital - Leah just blinked him out of there He had a gun to her chest though I mean she could be dead right now! Dean!"

"I swear I heard you yell my name - that was not cool Bobby." Dean said softer as he lay his head back down against the door.

"I told you I didn't say anything." Bobby shook his head. He would give anything to get rid of the nutty Winchester at the moment. Dean was about to drive Bobby nuts as well...hell Bobby was thinking about knocking over a pharmacy for himself at the rate they were going - though it would probably be easier to just run by a liquor store.

"Yeah yeah - mess with the medicated man." Dean bit back.

"Dean I didn't say anything to you - you're probably hearing things." Bobby said through clenched teeth.

"Whatever - you just like to get me all riled up." Dean retaliated.

"I swear you and your father...if I had some f*cking buck shot..." Bobby's voice fell as he mumbled angrily and held tight to the steering wheel.

"Dean that was me!" Sam called as he waved his hand in front of his brothers face and realized that he couldn't see or hear him any more. God! Sam materialized in his cubicle and paced back and forth nervously. She wasn't back yet- with or without Gordon.

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Leah felt the blink as soon as she touched Gordon's arm. She gasped though as she suddenly felt his presence falling away from her and she was slung to the side as the sound of a gun shot sounded dangerously close to her but was muffled slightly by the wind as she started falling. She kicked off Gordon feeling the bullet hit her bad arm near the shoulder and watched in horror as he plummeted away from her back first toward the ground. Gordon seemed realize just how much trouble he was in as soon as he moved away from her and he turned to see how far he had to fall - it was far. Leah closed her eyes and suddenly was slamming into the floor of the cubicle. She lay there...dazed a moment then felt the sticky pool of blood beginning to form under her. Crud...oh crud. She had been shot...shot and it hurt like hell and oh shit...

Leah pushed herself up cursing as she held her arm still and nearly fell into Sam's bed. Oh God they knew where they were...Leah sank onto the bed and was about to push the call button to get her some help when just as she touched Sam's hand she felt another blink beginning. Hadn't all this stopped?! God.

Leah climbed further onto the bed and held onto Sam as if that was going to keep her from blinking - but it didn't.

Sam watched in horror as Leah blinked back into the room and then hit the floor spattering blood as she did it. "Oh my God." Sam breathed unable to see the wound until she rose to her feet frantically trying to get to him to check and see that he was still breathing. And then Sam watched in wonder as she practically straddled him on the bed and the both of them - her and his body disappeared.

"Wha...Leah!" Sam felt a tug and closed his eyes following along. Blinking must have been one hell of a trip because this materializing thing was unreal. He suddenly was standing in a small room watching a man he didn't know get a whole tray of paints ready along with a needle all while he smoked a cigarette and hummed to himself. The unknown man was just turning around tray in hand toward a chair when Sam watched his body land in the laid out chair with Leah on top of him.

The man promptly dropped the tray, his mouth falling open as he nearly lost the cigarette. "Leah?" The guy asked and Sam honestly felt a pang of jealously that this guy knew her, and he had to wonder how.

Leah was speechless a moment as she shifted her weight against Sam's body and then acclimated herself to her surroundings while simultaneously checking to see if Sam was still breathing. "Jesus." She breathed then looked up to the unknown man and whispered. "Vinnie?"