Hey guys! I'm back with chapter 2! Just so there's no confusion Leah is being pronounced 'Lee-ah'. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 2

Leah climbed back into consciousness from a dream that she deemed no stranger than normal. Her dreams were often filled with vivid images of impossible creatures or her favorite characters. Once she even dreamt of a black jaguar, whose spots glowed and faded into different colours like Christmas lights.
As sunlight from the waking world picked at her eyelids, she noticed a slight moldy smell. This smell didn't belong in Chris' house; neither did the dry, itchy blankets she laid upon. Leah wiped the crust from the corners of her eyes and slowly opened them as a wave of nausea washed over her. What she saw was not Chris' guest room. What she saw was a dingy motel room.

Leah pushed herself upward, her eyes darting around the room as her heart started to pound in her ears. Leah ripped off the blankets and darted out of bed. Her brain quickly took in her surroundings as panic and adrenalin took over. She stood between two beds, her back facing the wall where the headboards rested. To her left was a small 'kitchen' area with a table for two, a microwave, and a tiny fridge. Adjacent to the tiny kitchen was a door that no doubt hid the bathroom, and to her right was the front door.
Leah quickly made her way over to it, twisted the knob and pulled. It was locked. Leah released the knob and hastily flicked down the deadbolt thumb-turn. The door opened just a crack before Leah once again met resistance. Her eyes flicked up and she saw the chain lock.
"Aww come on!" she cursed under her breath. Leah closed the door again and reached for the chain. Her hands trembled as more adrenaline coursed through her veins. When it came free a short splash of relief hit her and she finally tore the door open.

Before Leah could take a step out the door, she came face-to-face (well, face-to-chest) with the last person she ever expected to see.
"Hey! Linda's awake!" he greeted with a chuckle, enjoying his own joke. Leah just stood, frozen in place, and stared at him with wide eyes.
"Planning on going somewhere?" he asked, lifting his left brow. Leah continued to stare up at him, opening and closing her mouth as she tried to speak. He tilted his head down slightly and raised both eyebrows as he awaited her reply.
"W-what…what is happening?" she stuttered, just above a whisper.
"We were hoping you could tell us." A voice sounded behind her, making her jump in surprise as she whipped her head around.

There stood (who she believed to be) Jared Padalecki, and outside the door stood (who she believed to be) Jensen Ackles. But neither were who she thought they were. They were in fact, Sam and Dean Winchester. They were two characters in her favorite TV show. They were characters that would save her life.

"I don't know what you mean," she said in earnest as a small, single tear rolled down her cheek.
"Hey! Before we start a game of 20 questions, do you think I could come in? The food's getting cold," Dean said as he held up the brown paper bag and shook it back and forth. Leah released the door frame and stepped aside as he brushed past her.

The panic Leah felt subsided slightly (now that she knew death wasn't imminent) and her nausea returned in short, dull waves. Placing a hand on her stomach, Leah walked over to the bed next to the door and sat down. She inhaled slowly and deeply, trying to calm her turning stomach and racing heart. Questions began swimming around in her head, fueling the fire of fear and making her nausea worse. Leah felt the urge to cry come over her as she wondered where she was, what happened to her, and why Jared and Jensen were staying in this crappy motel.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" Sam asked as he sat on the edge of the other bed. Leah lifted her eyes from the grey rug (one she suspected started out a different colour) and looked over at Sam.
"I was at my friend's birthday party and I passed out," Leah began, her eyes following Dean for a moment as he returned from the 'kitchen' with a cheeseburger in one hand, and a soda in the other. Leah's confusion started to build as she watched him shove almost half the burger in his mouth and take a greedy bite.
"Then I woke up here," she said as she continued to watch Dean.
"So you don't remember us finding you on the side of the road?" Sam asked with sympathetic eyes. Leah's eyebrows pulled together at his question as she thought back to the dream she had. 'They couldn't possibly be…'
"Did you honestly think she'd remember Sammy?"
"It doesn't hurt to ask Dean."
"Are you kidding me? I was one more gag-inducing, projectile vomiting away from summoning an old priest and a young priest!"

Leah's eyes darted from one brother to the other as all the pieces fell into place. Her dream wasn't a dream at all. She really had appeared on the side of the road, and Sam and Dean had really been there. A plethora of emotions hit her all at once and her brain and heart couldn't seem to decide which one they wanted to feel first. So instead they defaulted to emptying her stomach. Leah's hand smacked against her mouth as she jumped up and ran for the bathroom. She slammed the door shut, fell to her knees, and quickly gathered her hair behind her head before paying tribute to the porcelain God.

"You ok in there Linda?" she heard Dean call as she finished up and flushed the toilet. She could faintly hear Sam scolding him as she lifted herself off the tilled floor and went to the sink. Leah turned on the faucet and let it run till it was ice cold. She splashed water on her faced and swished some around in her mouth before spitting it out. Finally the taste had diminished and she turned the faucet off. Leah lifted her head out of the sink to look into the mirror so she could gage how horrible she looked. Then she could try to make herself somewhat presentable.
When she saw her reflection she jumped in surprise, "What the fuck?"
She was thin!

After Leah lost her mother she slowly gained pound after pound as she sank deeper and deeper into depression. Leah had started at a healthy weight of 130 pounds, and one day found herself weighing 200. Leah held her weight well and never looked like she was 200 pounds (thanks to the hourglass figure she inherited from her grandmother) but she sure felt like it.

"Holly shit!" Leah whispered to herself in excitement as she inspected her body. Her slight double-chin was gone and her cheeks no longer hid the structure of her oval face.
"Oh my God, my zits are gone too," she breathed in astonishment as she leaned in closer to the mirror. Leah was past the adolescent zits faze (she was 23 after all) but she still often had hormonal under-skin pimples around her chin; which usually appear a week before her period. She still had a couple of small white heads, and some black heads dusted her nose, but the rest were gone.
"Holly fucking shit! Wait…am I taller?"

Before Leah could investigate her height further, there was a knock at the bathroom door. She looked at the door through the mirror.
"You ok in there Linda?" she heard Dean ask from the other side of the door.
"Ya I'm fine," she answered.
"There's some mouthwash in the mirror-cabinet," Dean commented.
"Okay, thanks."

Leah heard Dean walk off and she looked back at her reflection. A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth until it was a large toothy grin.

Chapter 3 should be up soon! Tell me what you think so far :D