Chapter 5

Sam, Dean, and Castiel were quiet during Leah's explanation of the rings and the cage. So quiet, that it made Leah a bit nervous. She wasn't sure how they would react to this information at this point in the season. They were pretty desperate for any alternative to saying 'yes' when Gabriel told them. At this point they still had hope, and their relationship as brothers had started to mend. When Leah finished, her stomach tightened nervously as she observed each of their faces. Dean, who sat on the bed, with his elbows resting upon his knees, straightened and let out a puff of air. Sam also shifted in his seat, his movements similar to his brother's. Dean stared at Leah, searching her eyes for deception before turning his attention to Castiel.

"Cas, what do you think?" Dean asked the angel. Leah felt a slight twinge of disappointment pull at her heart. He still didn't trust her. Not that she could (or would) blame him. Leah just sometimes forgot that they didn't know her like she knew them.
"This could be possible," Castiel said hopefully, agreeing with the plan Leah had offered to them.
"Well alright…we've got one ring, just three more to go," Dean replied with a nod.
"Oh is that all?" Sam replied sarcastically.
"Sam, it's a plan…If future girl here is right, we can shove the devil back in the box and stop all of this," Dean argued.
"I know…I'm just saying it won't be easy," Sam replied.
"Yeah, well nothing ever is with us. But with Bud Parker's insight, we'll at least have some warning," Dean reassured Sam, his gaze flicking from his brother to Leah. Hearing Dean's new name for her, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion trying to figure out the reference.
'Oh, Pleasantville!' she thought in realization. '…At least it's more accurate than McFly.'
"Speaking of insight, I recommend we get a move on and go steal the colt from Crowley," Leah reminded them.
To tell the truth, Leah was at a bit of a loss when it came to what she should and shouldn't tell them. She'd watched enough sci-fi movies to know that changing too much could mess things up. So she decided to try and keep everything the same except how they dealt with Lucifer.
"I agree, the colt should not be left in the hands of a demon," Cas said.
"Then let's pack up and hit the road," Dean said as he lifted himself off the bed.

As Sam and Dean started packing, Leah began to feel a familiar irritating sensation in her upper arms. It was a combination of picking and twitching that felt like it was just under her skin. It was the sensation that signaled the beginning of withdrawals. Leah stood from the chair she sat in and made her way to the front door. As she walked past Castiel, he gave a questioning look.
"I'm going to get some fresh air," she told him with a forced smile. The angel nodded in acknowledgement. Leah opened the door and stepped outside into the fresh evening air, taking a deep breath in as she shut the door behind her. She leaned against the wall beside the motel room door, her palms pressed against her face.
"Please not now," Leah whispered before combing her fingers into her hair, holding her brown locks away from her face. 'What the hell am I gunna do?' Leah thought nervously before releasing the strands she held between her fingers. She searched her mind for the best way to deal with this, while massaging one arm and then the other. The firm drumming of her finger tips helped to lessen the sensation in her arms, but not for very long. Leah knew, a few hours from now, everything above her elbows will ache and her irritability will be turned up to about a five out of ten. Leah knew that eventually she wouldn't be able to hide her symptoms and she was dreading having to explain everything to them.
Unless she could get her hands on some weed, 'That would take the edge off…'she thought hopefully. As Leah started to form a plan for procuring some marijuana, the motel room door opened, making her jump in surprise.
"Leah?" Cas called softly.
"Right here, Cas," she replied walking towards him.
"I was told to retrieve you, we are leaving soon," he told her as she stepped into the light that spilled out of the motel room.
"Well I'm ready whenever you guys are," she told them, peaking her head around the door frame.

Cas and Leah stepped away from the door as Sam and Dean walked towards it, bags in hand. Sam headed to the main office to check them out, while Dean went over to the Impala to pack up. Cas and Leah followed Dean to the car, and for a few minutes she forgot about her withdrawals. A bright smile spread across her face and her heart pounded in excitement as she reached for the door handle. 'I get to ride in the Impala! Holly shit, I get to ride in the Impala!' her thoughts screamed in excitement. She pulled open the door behind the driver's seat and quietly sighed in satisfaction when she heard that signature squeak.
"What are you smiling about?" Dean asked before closing the trunk. Leah jumped at the sound of his voice before clearing her throat.
"Nothing…" she told him, forcing the smile from her face as embracement took over. Leah then joined Castiel in the back seat, mentally slapping herself for acting like such a weirdo. Sam and Dean soon joined them in the car, and they were off.

They had been driving for almost two hours and Leah was starting to get antsy. Her head was starting to ache and the irritating sensation in her arms had gotten significantly worse. She was starting to feel desperation for the drugs that her body was craving. She needed to distract herself, at the very least calm down a bit. If only she was holding on to her purse when she got zapped here, then she'd b able to tapper herself off. At the very least she could listen to her IPod, Pink Floyd always helped calm her down.

'Wait, I'm in the Impala with Dean Winchester…' she thought to herself, rolling her eyes at her own stupidity.
"Hey Dean…" she called softly.
"You should've gone at the last pit stop," Dean told her, his voice flat.
"I was going to ask if you could play some Pink Floyd. Preferably 'On the Turning Away' if you have it," she replied, getting annoyed at the constant nicknames. It's not that she minded nicknames, it's just that he hadn't used her name once and it seemed like he was doing his best to never use it.
"You know 'On the Turning Away'?" Dean asked in mild surprise.
"Ya I know it…Why do you ask?" Leah replied, a slight snap in her voice. She could feel her irritability rising and she did her best to push it down.
"I just didn't expect a kid your age to even know who Pink Floyd is, other than 'those dudes who do that brick in the wall song'," Dean explained, mimicking an ignorant teenager. How old did he think she was? Fourteen?
"Yeah, well I'm not your average 'kid'," she replied, trying hard to bite her tongue and not let her anger boil over. Sam reached under his legs and pulled out, what looked like, a plastic tool case. Apparently, Sam had tossed out the old beat up cardboard box and organized the tapes.
He found it quickly and popped it in, the southing sound of David Gilmour's voice filling Leah's ears. She sighed and snuggled into the car seat, crossing her arms over her body tightly. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. If she ended up going cold turkey it would be the last bit of sleep she would get for a while.

Leah was only able to sleep for about an hour before she was woken up by Sam gently nudging her knee. She squinted at Sam for a moment, before unfolding her arms and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Where are we?" she asked groggily.
"We're at Bobby's," Sam told her. Leah straightened in her seat and turned her head to look out the window. There stood Bobby's house, soft yellow light shinning out of the odd window. Leah smiled to herself as she opened the door and scooted out of the car. Sam walked around the car to where Leah stood, stretching her tired muscles.
"You, Cas, Ellen, and Bobby are going to stay here while Dean, Jo, and I go get the colt. When we get back we'll all sit down and figure out a plan for the rings and the cage," Sam explained, leading Leah inside.
"Sounds good to me," Leah replied with a yawn.

They entered Bobby's house and found everyone standing around in the library, except for Ellen who was walking over from the kitchen with a beer in her hand. Leah walked behind Sam, her nervousness twisting her stomach. Ellen handed the beer in her hand to Bobby when the floor creaked under Sam's weight, causing everyone to look their way. Leah felt her heart suddenly pick up its pace as everyone's eyes focused on her.
"Bobby, Jo, Ellen…This is Leah," Sam introduced her as he stepped to the side, preventing her from continuing to hide behind him.
"Hello," she said with a smile and a timid wave. The first to approach Leah was Ellen, who extended her hand. Leah reached out to shake Ellen's hand, quickly reminding herself to do so firmly and not like a nervous child.
"Nice to meet you Leah," Ellen greeted, her face somewhat stern while her eyes were soft and kind.
"Well, it's both awesome and a bit weird to meet you," Leah replied with a nervous laugh. Her and Ellen released each other's hand and Leah could hear Sam chuckle behind her. Leah felt her nervousness subside slightly when she saw Ellen smile at her comment as well.
"Well I can tell ya it's just as weird for us, knowing there's a universe where our lives are part of a TV show," Bobby spoke up as he wheeled himself out from behind his desk.

Leah desperately wanted to tell them how cool she thought they were, but she was too afraid of creeping them out. And she definitely didn't want to give Dean another reason to think she was just like Becky. So instead, she greeted them as she would any other person and kept the geeking-out on the inside.

Thank you for reading! More will be posted soon, I hope you're enjoying the story so far. Don't worry, things will start picking up.