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Chapter 36- The Past Always Catches Up

"I swear to God if you don't eat, I'll shove it down your throat," Dean threatened as we sat in a booth at the local diner while Sam was at the library researching God knows what since we just finished the case.

"Do you say that to all the girls?" I laughed but apparently I was the only one that thought it was funny.

"Leah…" he growled.

"Damn a girl passes out one time and it's like the end of the world or something," I complained as I continued to build a pyramid with the creamers on the table.

Dean reached over and with one flick destroyed my little pyramid I had been working so hard on, "It will be if you don't eat."

"I can't eat something that isn't in front of me, asswipe," and as if the world was on Dean Winchester's side the waitress walked over to the table with our food.

"Ketchup?" he smirked holding it out for me.

"No," I said defiantly stuffing a dry fry in my mouth but after a few more I grabbed the bottle and put some on my plate ignoring his small laugh that I had given in.

"So, what do you think, hit the bar in town before calling it a night?" he asked through the double bacon cheeseburger with extra onions he was stuffing into his mouth.

"Actually, there's a bed back in the motel room with my name on it."

"It's 8 o'clock!" Dean exclaimed after checking his watch, "You're not like dying or something, are you?"

"Please, you wish you were that lucky," I said with an eye roll. Truth was I wasn't sure what was going on with me and it frustrated me to no end. Recently, I've had no appetite whatsoever and have been so tired that I slept like a dead person every night. I knew both brothers had picked up on it but really what was there to say? I felt fine otherwise.

"This has nothing to do with that Ron guy and what happened at the bank, right?"

"No, I mean it royally sucks that I couldn't save him and sure I still think about it but you've just got to move on, you know?" I shrugged.

"Mmhhmm," he said in an unbelieving tone that for once I chose to ignore and went back to building my pyramid but he decided to be persistent, "So…what's the problem then?"

"No problem," I replied stacking the packets of jelly next to the creamers for makeshift stairs.

"Well, why is it that you sleep like all the time, you used to be the queen of pulling all-nighters?"

"I don't know."

"And you're not eating and I want to know why," he continued.

"I don't know!" I yelled causing him to slightly jump at my outburst and drew some unwanted attention to our table. I turned and smiled to the other customers letting them know there wasn't anything interesting to watch at our table before looking back to Dean and almost whispering, "I don't know."

He just sat there and stared at me and I couldn't tell if he just didn't know what to say or if he was trying to decide if I had gone completely mental. I anxiously waited for him to say something, hell anything, even some stupid sarcastic comment that would piss me off but no, he just picked up his burger and took another bite.

The waitress walked back over to the table and asked Dean, "How is everything?"

He just nodded since he still had a mouthful of food and I asked for a to go box for my food but she didn't hear me. Hell, I swear it was like she didn't even see me sitting there her eyes were just focused on Dean. What was so attractive about a guy shoveling food into his mouth?

"Ahem," I cleared my throat loudly and she sighed before glancing over to me, "I need a to go box and if you weren't so caught up in staring at my brother you would have heard me."

Without a word she spun around on her foot and stomped away. Yes, stomped like a little kid who didn't get their way. I looked over to Dean who just continued to eat as if the past five minutes never happened and he was in his own little world.

"Dude, what are you mute all of a sudden?" I questioned throwing a fry at him.

"Just don't have anything to say," he answered as the waitress came back over and basically threw the foam container at me before slamming the check down on the table and stomping away again.

"That's not a good way to get a tip," I called after her, "Actually, here's a tip for you, a better push-up bra, a little less make-up and a better ass he probably would have slept with you!"

Sadly, it was all true. I was never one to be shy about saying those kinds of things but this time I was hoping to get some kind of rise out him because for some reason unbeknown to me he had gotten all silent and moody to the point I felt like I was sitting there with Sam instead.

"Do you want me to get it?" I offered motioning to the check after I had put my untouched burger and the few fries I had left in the box.

"No," he answered simply as he pulled out some cash and threw it down on the table before getting up and flicking my pyramid again, "I've got to hit the head and then we'll go."

I sighed at my once again destroyed creation of creamers but couldn't help but smile, at least I knew he hadn't turned into some kind of robot. I took out a pen from my purse and wrote a note on the back of the check.

Ignore what she said.

You look amazing and probably even better without clothes.

For a good time call 1-785-555-2804

"Ready?" Dean asked walking back over to the table. Damn, that was quick. I have always been jealous on how little time it takes a guy to use the bathroom.

"Yup," I smirked clicking the pen closed and shoving it back in my purse. Now the nice thing would have been to leave Dean's number for the girl but what fun is there in that? Yup, that's right I left an unsuspecting Sam's cell phone number.

The ride back to the motel room was almost deafening it was so quiet, he hadn't even put any music on and I for one had enough by the time we pulled up to the motel.

"What the hell is your problem?" I asked standing in front of the lock blocking him from putting the key in unless he answered me or so I thought. He just grabbed me by the shoulders, lifted me up, turned around and set me back down before walking into our room.

I stood there fuming that I couldn't figure out what the hell happened to make him go from being Dean the annoying, charming, annoying, sarcastic, annoying older brother to the even more annoying, quiet lump he was now. After Sam left for college we had spent so much time just the two of us that we had even gotten to the point we knew what each other was thinking and feeling without even having to say anything but now? Now I had no idea. I had no idea what was wrong with him, I had no idea what was wrong with me and I had no idea why Sammy chose to be at the library at this time of night when we had already finished the case.

"You coming in?" Dean called out to me.

"You speak?" I asked feigning shock as I put my hand to my chest and walked in the room.

He didn't answer me as he sat down on the small couch in the room and started flipping through the channels.

"Asshole," I mumbled grabbing my bag and heading to the bathroom to change into pajamas.

When I came out I saw Dean snapping his cell phone shut, "Sam's going to walk to the pizza place when he is done at the library, said he will find a ride back here."

"Whatever, I'm going to bed," I replied surprised he even told me anything at all as I crawled underneath the covers. As soon as my head hit the pillow I started drifting to sleep until Dean spoke up.

"Earlier at the diner…I mean..."

He had the rest of the time at the diner, the car ride back to the motel and now, now when I was almost asleep he decided he wanted to talk, typical.

"Spit it out, De, I want to go to sleep," I all but whined.

"You're ok, right?" he asked hesitantly.

"Just tired," I sighed pulling the covers over my head to block out the light from the room.

I knew he was already worried about me because I wasn't eating and I was sleeping all the time and now it was clear that my little outburst at the diner had put him over the top. I quickly fell asleep like I did every night recently and slept until Dean woke me up the next morning.

"Go away, no one likes you," I groaned putting the pillow over my head.

"Leah, wake up, Sam never came home last night," Dean told me as he stole my pillow.

"Maybe the waitress called him and when he comes back he won't be so cranky," I muttered putting my arms under my head and getting ready to go back to sleep.

"What waitress?" Dean asked but I didn't answer.

I heard him walk into the bathroom and I thought he had given up until he dumped a glass of cold, no not cold, frigid water on my head.

"What the fuck?" I growled as I shivered.

"Sam is missing, don't you care?" he questioned angrily.

"Dean, Sam is a big boy he is allowed to stay out, hell I hope he fucked the waitress and God forbid had some fun for once!" I exclaimed getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom for a hot shower.

"What waitress?!" Dean yelled though the bathroom door.


I should have listened to Dean that morning, it had been a whole week and we had no idea where Sam was or what he was doing or if he was even…no, he was fine, I would feel it if he wasn't. We had been to the road house, we had tried calling him, I had even checked any credit cards he had with him to see if he had used them but we would only be so lucky.

It wasn't helping that Dean was completely on edge, he nearly bit my head off yesterday because I set my coffee on top of the car so I could open the door. It was like looking for my Dad all over again, I called Sam several times and it always went to voicemail.

We parked under an overpass and Dean got out to call Ellen again to see if she had heard anything. I chose to stay in the car thinking he could use a few minutes by himself even if the only thing separating us was a window. I had been drinking so much coffee lately it was like having an IV bag of caffeine attached to me at all times. Sure it made me a little jittery but I didn't have time to sleep, I had to find Sam, so when my cell phone rang I nearly jumped out of my skin.

An' here I go again on my own. Goin' down the only road I've ever known, like a drifter I was born to walk alone. An' I've made up my mind I ain't wasting no more time.

"Sammy?" I answered after seeing 'Tall Person' come up on my caller ID, "Where the hell are you? Are you ok?"

"I don't know what's happening to me," he replied sounding hysteric as I threw my purse at the window to get Dean's attention.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Where are you?"

"I'm in Twin Lakes, Wisconsin staying at Aspen's Landing in room 109."

"Alright, don't move, we're on our way."


Dean barely had the car in park as I jumped out and ran to find Sammy's room. He quickly caught up with me as we scanned the numbers on the doors looking for the right one and when we found it I thought Dean was going to put his fist right through the door the way he was pounding on it.

"Sam, it's us!" he yelled as he banged on the door again, "Sam!"

When we didn't get an answer I put my hand on the door knob and was surprised when it was actually unlocked.

"Sammy?" I called out as we walked into the room and we saw him sitting on the end of the bed with a vacant expression on his face.

"Hey," Dean said trying to get his attention.

"Hey guys," he replied not bothering to lift his head to look at us.

"Are you bleeding?" Dean questioned as we noticed his knuckles all cut up like he had been in a fight or something.

"I tried to wash it off," Sam said sounding like a little kid again.

I went to give him a hug when I noticed his shirt was soaked in dried blood, "Oh my God," I breathed out as I frantically tried to figure out where it was coming from.

"I don't think it's my blood," he stated.

"Well then whose is it?" Dean asked almost shouting at him. Good job on not freaking out Dean.

"I don't know," Sam answered softly.

"Sammy, what happened?" I asked as I took a seat next to him.

"Guys, I don't remember anything," he said with watery eyes and Dean and I shared a look.


"What did you find out?" Sam asked as Dean walked back into the motel room with take out.

I had stayed with him in the room not wanting to let him out of my sight, I even had him leave the door cracked a little as he took a shower and changed into clean clothes so that God forbid something happened I would know.

"You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan," Dean replied handing me a sandwich with a look in his eyes that said I better eat it or he would make me.

"Maybe he's living on a prayer," I smiled as I opened my sandwich and took a bite.

"Or on a lost highway," Dean replied mirroring my own smirk.

"Or took some bad medicine," I continued.

"Maybe he's lost in America," Dean said pouring the three of us some soda.

"Dude, that's Alice Cooper not Bon Jovi," I corrected him; "Although, I am surprised you know any Bon Jovi songs at all so two points for lost highway."

"Guys," Sam called out cutting off the little game we were playing.

"Sorry," I muttered taking a bite out of my sandwich. It's not like I didn't care that Sam basically had amnesia about what happened the last week of his life but I figured if I freaked out about it then Sam would too and Dean would probably end up stuffing me in the trunk. And I for one didn't want to end up in the trunk.

"Your room's been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual," Dean said getting back on track.

"You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood?" Sam questioned as I took another bite out of my sandwich.

"Well, you weren't really covered in it I mean yeah sure you're shirt had to be thrown out but like really that's ok, you've been looking a little preppy lately anyways and there wasn't anything on your pants or your jacket so…" I rambled until I saw both brothers just staring at me, have I mentioned I've had a lot of caffeine lately, "Sorry…again."

"Then how the hell did I get here, Leah?" Sam yelled at me, "What happened to me?"

"I don't know," I answered softly not really liking the fact that after not seeing him for a week, I was somehow the one getting yelled at, it's not like I was the one that poofed into thin air, "But you're ok and that's what matters, everything else we can deal with."

"Oh really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?" Sam shouted at me like I was the only one in the room with him, hello did he not see his older brother? Go yell at him and leave me alone because amnesia or not I was about a second away from kicking his disappearing ass.

Dean must have sensed it to because he was the one that spoke up, "Sam…"

"What if this is what Dad warned you about?" he asked finally looking at Dean.

"Hey, whoa, whoa, come on man; let's not jump the gun here. We don't know what happened. We've just got to treat this like, like any other job. What's the last thing you remember?"

"Sitting in the library and then going out for some from pizza down the road," Sam answered taking a seat on the bed opposite of me.

"When we were in West Texas?" I questioned putting my sandwich down, "That was over a week ago!"

"That's it that's all I remember," he admitted, "next thing I knew I was sitting here…bloody…felt like I'd been asleep for a month."

"Ok…" Dean said looking as stunned as I felt, "Retrace your steps. The manager said you left yesterday afternoon and he never saw you come back."

"So you must have found another way," I stated walking over to the sliding glass door where I happened to notice blood on the handle, "hey!"

"Good work, Sherlock," Dean smiled tousling my hair as he opened the door and walked outside.

"See what I've had to put up with," I laughed throwing my arm around Sam's waist as we followed Dean and I could almost swear I felt him flinch at my touch so I let my arm drop.

"Recognize anything?" Dean asked Sam as we stood outside behind the motel in the rain.

"Besides the fact I'm getting all wet," I huffed but was ignored.

"You didn't eat your sandwich," Dean whispered angrily in my ear as Sam looked around trying to figure out which way to go.

"I ate half!" I argued as we started walking in a random direction I had picked because I wasn't just going to stand in the rain for no good reason.

"You had two bites!" Dean argued back.

"It was three," I mumbled.

"Wait," Sam called out and to be honest I was too busy bickering with Dean to even realize he wasn't following us.

"What?" Dean asked as we walked over to where he was.

"I think I was here," Sam replied looking around with his eyes stopping on some storage units that were a few feet away.

"You remember?" I questioned.

"Not really, it just feels familiar, you know?" he asked. Yes, Sam, I often lose chunks of time and get warm fuzzy feelings when I look at a storage unit; well that's what I wanted to say at least.

Dean and I went to check out the storage units, not that I was really sure what we were looking for but at least I felt like I had a purpose for being out in the rain besides trying to catch a cold.

"Try that one," Sam said pointing to the second one.

It was bolted closed and I took a bobby pin out of my hair to pick the lock when Sam stopped me and tossed me a key that was in his jacket pocket. I shared a look with Dean before putting the key in the lock and opening the door to reveal an old very rusty Volkswagen Beetle.

"Oh, please tell me you didn't steal this," Dean said sounding disappointed that he hadn't taken a nicer car.

"Punch buggy, no punch back!" I yelled as I turned and punched both brothers in the arm.

"What are you five?" Dean questioned as we walked into the unit to check out the car flicking me in the back of the head as he passed me.

"No," I answered sticking my tongue out at him.

"Guys, I've got more blood," Sam said pointing to the steering wheel from the driver's side of the car as Dean and I walked around to the passenger side.

"Sam…" Dean said pointing behind the driver's seat, "back seat."

Sam reached down and picked up a bloody knife, "You think I used this on someone?"

"I'm not thinking anything," Dean replied.

"What else is new?" I mumbled earning an annoyed look from Dean while Sam rubbed the handle of the knife on the inside of his jacket wiping off his prints.

"Ok now this is disturbing," Dean said picking up a half smoked pack of cigarettes, "come on man, this couldn't have been you. Had to of been someone else, someone who smokes menthols."

"Hey," Sam said smoothing out a piece of paper he found, "gas receipt from a few towns over."


"Alright, receipt's for ten gallons at pump number two. You getting any, uh, any goose bumps yet? God, this looks familiar, déjà vu vibes?" Dean questioned as we pulled up to one of the pumps at the gas station but Sam just shook his head, "Maybe someone inside will remember you, come on."

"Ew, you stopped somewhere called Tasty Express?" I questioned scrunching my nose up, noticing for the first time the name of the place, "Sounds more like a whore house than a gas station."

As soon as we walked in the door the clerk behind the counter started shouting at us, well not all of us, just Sam.

"You! Out of here, now! I'm calling the cops!"

"You talking to him?" Dean questioned motioning to Sam.

"Yeah, I'm talking to him. Jerk comes in yesterday, stinking drunk, grabs a forty from the fridge, starts chugging it."

"This guy?" Dean questioned in disbelief.

"You're drinking malt liquor?" I asked Sam, I mean even I had my limits of what I would drink, but he just shrugged in response.

"Not after he whipped the freaking bottle at my head."

"This guy?" Dean repeated again like it was the only thing he could say.

"What am I speaking Urdu?"

"Look, I'm really sorry if I did anything," Sam started to apologize but the clerk cut him off.

"Tell your story walkin' pal. Po-po will be here in five," he said picking up the phone.

"Wait, wait he's leaving, he's leaving put the phone down," Dean instructed before turning to Sam, "go wait in the car."

"But Dean…" Sam protested.

"Go wait in the car!" Dean said more forcefully and after a loud sigh Sam finally went back outside.

"Hey look, we just want to talk to you ok?" I asked the clerk but his only response was hanging the phone up, "Now when he took off yesterday which way did he go?"

"Why don't you ask him?"

"Cause we're asking you," Dean replied and I could tell he didn't like the way the guy had answered me.

"Please, you'd be doing us a huge favor," I added with a small smile hoping he would give us something, anything.

"Oh, do you a favor? Well, this is what I live for! You know, your buddy didn't pay for the booze, ok? Or the smokes, which he also illegally lit up."

"You saw him smoking?" I asked in disbelief. I knew something was going on right then and there because when we were younger and Sam caught me smoking not only did he run and tell Dad who banned me from any hunting trips for a month but he also told Dean who threatened to tell all the guys at school that I had some sexually transmitted disease if I didn't stop, needless to say I quit.

"Yeah, guy's a chimney."

Dean pulled his wallet out and threw a few bills on the counter, "This ought to cover it."

"Mmm, it's uh, it's coming back to me now. He took two packs."

"Of course he did," Dean muttered pulling out more money from his wallet and placing it on the counter.

"He went north. Route 71, straight out of town," the clerk finally told us as he counted the money.

Dean nodded with a sarcastic smile as he grabbed two candy bars and we walked back outside.

"Here," he said tossing me a Twix, "since you didn't eat your sandwich."


"What's going on with you Sam, hmm?" Dean questioned as we drove down the highway for what seemed like hours, "'cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean that sounds more like Leah's greatest hits from high school than you."

"Hey I wasn't that bad!" I objected and Dean just raised his eyebrows at me in the rearview mirror. Ok so maybe there was this one cheerleader I didn't exactly get along with and maybe there was a slight misunderstanding of who she was dating. When she found out she may or may not have confronted me and I may or may not have thrown my soda bottle at her but it wasn't like I was a troublemaker or anything. And those cigarettes were just a faze, what can I say I liked being a rebel.

"Dean, wait, right here," Sam said pointing to a back road, "turn here."

"What?" Dean questioned.

"I don't know how I know, I just do."

Dean made the turn and we went down what I thought was a back road but ended up being a really long driveway. We pulled up and Dean parked in front of a huge house that had security cameras everywhere and a spotlight that must have been motion censored since it came on as soon as we got out of the car.

"Whoever lives here, I'd say they don't like surprises," Sam commented as we walked up the front steps and onto the porch.

"Should we knock?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah…I guess," Sam shrugged.

Dean knocked on the front door and I wandered down the porch a little to try and look in one of the windows when I noticed broken glass on the ledge, "Hey, De."

He came over to check it out as I walked further down the porch, "I'm surprised the cops didn't show, place like this you'd think it's have an alarm."

"Yeah, you would," I sighed finding a disabled alarm box on the side of the house.

We made our way into the house, Dean and Sam both had their flashlights and I immediately took out my gun once I saw the disarray the house was in. There was broken glass, broken pieces of furniture, books and God knows what else laying on the floor. We made our way through the house until we came across a body in the back room.

"Get the lights," Dean said as he cautiously walked closer to the man.

Sam turned the lights on as I aimed my gun at the body ready to shoot if it was some sort of trap. Dean tapped him with his boot and when he didn't move I tucked my gun safely in the small of my back. He kneeled down and carefully rolled the man onto his back only to reveal his slit throat and a puddle of blood on the carpet.

"Oh God," I whispered and covered my mouth.

"Guys, I did this," Sam said looking horrified.

"We don't know that," I said shaking my head unable to believe my Sammy who would rather kick a soccer ball around than bow hunt would ever be capable of something like this.

"What else do you need? I mean, how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood…"

"I don't know, maybe it was Colonel Mustard, with the knife in the study!" I exclaimed.

"Do you really think this is the right time to joke around?" Sam yelled at me.

"Who's joking, Samuel, because I sure as hell am not! This couldn't have been you!" I yelled back waving my arms around as if to prove my point.

"Look, even if you did do this…" Dean started until I cut him off.

"You think there was even a possibility that he could do this?! Dean, this is the same guy that wouldn't kill a damn bug in the motel room; he would just put it in a cup and bring it outside!"

"All I was going to say was I'm sure he had a good reason; you know, self-defense, uh, he was a bad son of a bitch, something," Dean explained as he patted the man down, "he doesn't have any ID."

"I need your lock pick," Sam stated as he walked over to a double door closet.

"What?" Dean questioned.

"I need your lock pick," Sam repeated.

"Move slow poke," I sighed taking a bobby pin out of my hair and picking the lock quicker than Sam would have been able to, what can I say I had a gift.

I opened the doors to reveal a room full of different types of weapons, newspaper clipping, charts and post-it notes.

"Holy cow, batman," I said looking at the guns on the walls.

"Either this guy's a Unabomber," Dean started.

"Or a hunter," Sam finished, "Guys, I think I killed a hunter."

"Or he's a secret agent a part of the men in black and if we don't get out of here soon we are all going to get neuralyzed," I said in all seriousness basically drooling over the weapons.

"Either way let's find out for sure," Dean said motioning to the security camera near the ceiling.

Sam sat down at the computer and hacked into the footage, fast forwarding until we saw any kind of movement in the room. We watched as Sam threw the man into the room, fighting with him like a rabid animal before holding him down and slitting the man's throat. I stared at the screen in absolute horror something had to be wrong there's no way he would do this.

Without a word Dean started walking around the room wiping anywhere fingerprints might have been left while Sam read a letter that was on the desk. I however couldn't get my eyes off the man that lied dead on the floor a few feet away from me.

"How do you erase this, huh?" Dean questioned motioning to the computer screen, "Leah, you can do that, right? Erase it for good?"

"I can get rid of it but if someone is good with computers they'll be able to pull it back up."

"I killed him," Sam said softly, "I just broke in and killed him."

"Listen to me, whoever this guy is, he's a hunter which means that other hunters are going to come looking for his killer, which means we've got to cover our tracks, ok?" Dean nearly yelled in frustration.

"His name was Steve Wandell, this is a letter from his daughter," Sam said holding up the paper that was in his hands.

I jumped when Dean picked up the computer and smashed it against the floor and stomping the pieces with his boot to make sure there was no way anyone would ever see that video.


"Alright, we get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place in our rearview mirror," Dean said as we walked back in the motel room we found Sam at, "Look, I know this is bad, ok? You've got to snap out of it."

"Damn it Sam, say something! I mean Jesus Christ I spent the last twenty years trying to get you two to shut the hell up and now you won't speak!" I exclaimed throwing our weapon bag on one of the beds.

"Just get some sleep and leave in the morning?" Sam questioned shaking his head, "Murder, guys, that's what I did."

"Hey, we don't know…" Dean started until he had a thought, "shapeshifter."

"They are evil sons of bitches," I nodded.

"Oh, come on! You know it wasn't, you saw the tape. There was no eye flare…no distortion…" Sam argued.

"Yeah but it wasn't you! Alright, yeah it might have been you but it wasn't you, I mean obviously it was some form or…or double…or…I don't know but it couldn't have been you because you're you…" I rambled trying to get my point across but in the end I even confused myself.

"Stop while you're ahead," Dean sighed cutting my rant short.

"Well I think it was me," Sam said as he sat down on one of the beds, "I think maybe more than you know."

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean questioned softly.

"For the last few weeks I've been having…I've been having these feelings."

"What feelings?" I asked concerned as I sat down on the bed opposite of him.

"Rage, hate, and I can't stop it. It just gets worse; day by day it gets worse."

"How come you've never told us this?" I asked as I tried to reach out and grab his hand but he pulled away.

"I didn't want to scare you."

"Well, bang-up job on that," Dean scoffed.

"Dean, the yellow-eyes demon, you know he has plans for me and we both know that he's turned other children into killers before too."

"No one can control you but you," Dean stated and under different circumstances I would have told him to put that saying on a bumper sticker.

"It sure doesn't seem like that, Dean, it feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely I'm, I'm becoming…"

"What?" Dean questioned angrily.

"Who I'm meant to be. I mean, you said it once yourself, Dean. I got to face up to who I am."

"I didn't mean this!" Dean hollered.

"But it's true; you know that, Dad knew that too, that's why he told you if it ever came to this…"

"Shut up, Sam," I yelled not wanting him to finish that sentence but it was like he forgot I was in the room as he stood up and faced Dean.

"Dean, you promised him. You promised me!"

"No. Listen to me, we're going to figure this out, ok? I mean, there's got to be a way, right?"

"Yeah, there is," Sam nodded as he reached down and pulled a handgun out of the weapons bag before trying to hand it to Dean, "I don't want to hurt anyone else, I don't want to hurt you."

"What are you doing?" I asked softly as I started to tear up.

"You won't, whatever this is you can fight it," Dean said refusing to take the gun.

"No, I can't," Sam said shaking his head with tears filling up in his own eyes as he grabbed Dean's hand and placed the gun in it, "Not forever, here, you got to do it."

"You know, I've tried hard to keep you safe," Dean said looking down at his hands.

"What the fuck are you doing, you can't shoot him!" I screamed.

"I know you tried, Dean," Sam nodded completely ignoring me like I was invisible or something.

"I can't, I'd rather die," Dean said throwing the gun back into the weapon bag before trying to walk past Sam.

"No, you'll live," Sam stated and as Dean turned to see what he was talking about Sam hit him in the side of the head with the gun knocking him unconscious, "You'll live to regret this."

"Sam, stop it doesn't have to be like this," I pleaded with him as tears streamed down my face, "Just give me the gun."

"I'm so sick of hearing you speak," he sneered, "just the sound of your voice makes my skin crawl."

"Give. Me. The. Gun," I yelled as I tried to snatch it out of his hands afraid that he would end up hurting himself.

"You always did have a weak spot when family was involved," Sam said before hitting me in the head with something and knocking me out too.

I woke up to the sound of pounding and at first I thought it was just in my head until I realized it was someone at the door.

"Dean," I said crawling over to where he was still knocked out and rolling him over, "Dean, wake up."

He grunted in response as I used the bed to pull myself up and go answer the door if I could only figure out what door it was. Since when did motel room have three doors? Before I could figure out which door was the one I needed to answer the one in the middle opened and in walked a man with a comb over and thick rimmed glasses.

"Hey, it's past your checkout."

"What?" I questioned blinking a few times hoping my eyes would focus.

"It's past checkout, and I've got a couple here that needs your room," he said motioning to the business man and hooker that stood in the hallway. Thank God my eyes finally focused or it may have looked like one business man with three hookers.

"Yeah I bet they do," Dean smirked shuffling up behind me, "What time is it?"


"That guy who was with us, have you seen him?" I asked still a little groggy from being knocked out.

"Yeah, he left before dawn in you car and you should have gone with him because now I'm going to have to charge you extra."

"Oh, son of a…" Dean growled.

"It's just policy, sir," the manager stated before looking over at me, "miss, do you know you're bleeding?"

I reached my hand up to forehead and sure enough right at my hair line I had a bunch of dried blood.

"I need to use your computer," Dean stated.

"Now why would I let you use my computer?"

After Dean paid the man for the room and extra for the computer I went into the public bathroom to wash away the dried blood, luckily the cut wasn't that bad it had just bled awhile since I wasn't able to put pressure on it when it happened. When I came back out Dean said he called the phone company and had the GPS turned on for Sam's phone and the he was no longer in Wisconsin. Now he was in Duluth, Minnesota.

"Are you sure?" I questioned nervously as soon as I heard what town he was in.

"Positive, why?" Dean asked as he moved my hair to check my cut.

"Dean, that's where Jo lives."

"How do you know that? Last time you two saw each other you wanted to rip each other's hair out."

"What can I say?" I shrugged, "We're both daddies' girls, besides it's nice to have someone to talk to other than you and Sammy."


Dean and I ran into the bar Jo worked at to see her gagged and tied to a pole while Sam stood next to her with knife.

"Sam, put the knife down!" I yelled but instead he moved so it was right at her throat.

"I begged you to stop me, Dean." What was I invisible again or something?

"Put the knife down, damn it!" Dean hollered at he pointed his gun at Sam even though I knew he would never actually shoot him.

"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, alright?! Dean, kill me or I'm going to kill her. Please, you'd be doing me a favor! Shoot me…Shoot me!" Sam screamed but Dean just shook his head and lowered his gun, "What the hell is wrong with you, Dean? Are you that afraid of living the rest of your life with that pet," he stopped to look at me with disgust, "following you around? Get rid of me, get rid of her and live your own life!"

I took out the bottle of holy water I had hidden in my jacket and threw it on Sam who screamed out in agony, "That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch! Now get the fuck out of my brother!"

Sam's eyes turned black as night and went to take a step forward but I threw more water at him. He turned and ran right though one of the windows, Dean followed right after him and I stayed for a second to untie Jo.

"He was possessed?" she questioned as I took off her gag.

"You need to start carrying holy water with you," I said as I cut the ropes around her wrists before jumping out the window after my brothers.

I only got about forty feet down the pier until I saw Dean laying on the ground unconscious, again.

"Seriously, twice in twenty four hours?" I asked even though I knew he couldn't hear me, "Great, now I have to go after psycho brother by myself," I sighed bending down to make sure he was just knocked out before taking my gun out and creeping into the warehouse where I had heard a noise.

Please no rats, please no rats, I thought, no prayed as walked in with my gun raised.

"So who are you?" I called out hoping to pin point where he was.

"I've got lots of names."

"You've been in Sam since he disappeared, haven't you?" I asked as we stalked each other out like a very intense game of hide and seek, like the kind where if you're found before your ready, you'll be dead.

"You should have seen your face when you thought he murdered that guy…pathetic," I heard him throw something to make me look away as he changed his hiding spot.

"Why didn't you kill me? You had a dozen chances."

"No, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? See, this was a test. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam. Anyways, fun's over now."

"Well, I hope you got your kicks because you're going to pay hell for this, I'm going to make sure of that," I promised as I crouched down behind some boxes.

"How? You can't hurt me not without hurting your big brother. See, I think you're going to die, Leah. You, Dean and every other hunter I can find. One look at Sam's dewy, sensitive eyes and they'll let me right in their door."

I tucked my gun away and pulled out the holy water hoping I could at least slow him down enough to exorcise him. I heard footsteps and watched as he walked out the back of the warehouse onto another dock. I got up from my spot and quietly and slipped out the door but after looking around I couldn't see him. I knew he couldn't have just disappeared so I walked over to the edge and peered into the water. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I knew he was behind me, I turned around to see him aiming the gun at me and before I had the chance to say anything he shot me in the shoulder throwing me backwards into the water. With one arm I swam under the dock so I could come up for some air and I waited until I heard his boots walking away before swimming to the boat ramp. Just when I thought I was going to pass out from the cold and the pain I heard Dean yelling my name.

"Le!...Leah!" I could see him standing on the dock looking around for me but do you think the idiot ever looked down, nope.

"Hey asshat," I yelled causing him to finally look down, "over here."

"Are you alright?" he asked running down the ramp and scooping me up in his arms.

"I'm awesome," I smiled sarcastically, "Where's Sam?"

"I don't know I've been looking for you."

He carried me back to he bar where Jo was waiting with a first aid kit and a bottle of whiskey. I sat in one of the chairs as Dean poked around my shoulder with tweezers trying to get the bullet.

"Don't be a baby, stop moving," Dean said pushing the tweezers further into my wound.

"God, you're a fucking butcher," I winced and took another shot of the whiskey, "Come on, you're usually nicer than this."

"Alright, I got it," Dean said pulling out the bullet and dropping it on the table before grabbing lots of gauze and tape to patch me up, "We need to hurry and find Sam, I'll clean it out when we have time."

"Hey Leah, how'd you know he was possessed?" Jo asked sitting next to me while Dean put a fifth layer of tape on.

"Because the only time he is that mean to me, is when he's possessed," I answered taking one more swig of whiskey for good measure.

"Any idea where he's headed next?" she asked cleaning up the bloody mess Dean made on the table.

"Says he was going after hunters and the closest one we know lives in…" I started.

"South Dakota," Dean finished realizing Sam was going after Bobby.

"Yeah, so we good to go?" I questioned nodding towards my shoulder.

"Yeah," he nodded and carefully slipped his jacket over my shoulders to keep me warm.

"Good, let's go," Jo said standing up.

"You're not coming," Dean stated in a tone that said it was his final decision as we headed for the door.

"The hell I'm not," she argued, "I'm a part of this now."

"Jo, this is our fight, you need to stay here, I'll call you later, ok?" I said as we walked out the door and got back in the car we 'borrowed' to get here.

We tried Bobby's number but it wouldn't even ring through and I couldn't help but think the worst.


"Hey!" I smacked Sam across the face to wake him up now that he was tied to a chair and sitting under the devil's trap.

"Easy," Bobby warned.

"He fucking shot me; I can smack him in the damn face all I want!"

"Yeah, I forgot you were into that," Sam said before looking to Dean who was standing next to me, "Dean, back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach."

"How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?" I growled.

"Oh, careful now. Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging," Sam basically sang taunting us.

"Oh, don't worry this isn't going to hurt Sam much," Dean said picking up one of the many buckets of holy water we had ready to use and throwing in his face, "Feel like talking now?"

"Sam's still my meat puppet, I'll make him bite off his tongue," he threatened.

"You won't be in him long enough," Dean promised before nodding to me.

"Excorcisamus te, omnes in mundus spiritus omnes satanica potestas, omnes incursion…," I started chanting.

"See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting Sam, you understand me? Because I'm going to kill every one of you first!" Dean yelled over me.

"Humiliares sub potente magnu dei…" I continued until Sam's laughing cut me off.

"You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan," Sam laughed and then looked over to me, "Oops, doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks."

He lowered his head and started chanting in Latin, the fire in the fireplace flared up and the room began to shake.

"This isn't going like I pictured, what's going on, Bobby?" Dean yelled.

Bobby looked over Sam until he found an almost brand on his forearm, "It's a binding link! It's like a lock, he's locked himself inside Sam's body!"

"What the hell do we do?" I yelled frantically.

"I don't know!" Bobby answered. Great, the most experienced hunter in the room has no idea what the hell to do.

"There that's better," Sam smiled as the ceiling cracked and the devil's trap broke.

With a nod of the head he sent Bobby flying into the wall, another one and Dean and I went flying into a bookshelf. Sam ripped free of the restraints and stalked over to where Dean and I were laying in a heap on the floor. I expected Dean to say something, to move or make some kind attempt to protect us but when he didn't I looked over and saw him, yet again, unconscious.

"You know when people want to describe the worse possible thing they say it's like hell," Sam sad crouching down so he was right in front of me, "You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um," he paused for minute grabbing me by my shirt with his left hand as he punched me in the face with his right, "Well, it's like hell even for demons," he said punching me again in the face and I could start to feel the blood trickling out of my nose. Possessed of not if he broke my nose or if I loose a tooth because of him I was going to kick his gigantor ass. "It's a prison, made of bone and flesh and blood and fear," he continued, "and you sent me back there."

"Meg," I realized.

"No, not anymore. Now I'm Sam," he smiled as he dug his thumb into my shoulder wound, "By the way, I saw your Dad there…he says howdy."

I couldn't help but scream out in pain and hope that Dean or Bobby would wake up and save me.

"All that I had to hold onto was that I would climb out one day and that I was going to torture you, nice and slow like pulling the wings off an insect. But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Leah. You're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad and deep down you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you."

Just as he lifted his arm to hit me again, Bobby grabbed his arm and pressed the hot poker from the fire onto the mark on Sam's arm successfully breaking the lock. Sam screamed as the black smoke poured out of his mouth and escaped up the chimney. He looked around confused to how he had gotten there and wouldn't you know that's when Dean decided to wake up.

"Sammy?" I questioned breathlessly.

"Did I miss anything?" he asked.

I motioned him to come closer with my finger and when he got close enough I punched him as hard as I could in the face before falling over onto Dean's lap.

"Hey De?"

"Yeah," he answered moving the hair out of my face.

"Do you mind staying conscious from now on, please."

Dean cleaned me up, again, while Sam sat there and profusely apologized for almost killing me, twice.

"How's the patient?" Bobby asked walking back into the room and handing me so pain killers.

"I'll live," I replied graciously taking the pills and swallowing them dry.

"Babe, I'm so sorry," Sam started again.

"Sammy," I said cutting him off, "Shut up."

"Hey, I hate to ask but have you three ever heard of a hunter named Steve Wandell?" Bobby asked.

"Why do you ask?" I questioned not liking where this conversation was going.

"Just heard from a friend, Wandell's dead, murdered in his own house, you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

"No sir, never heard of the guy," Dean answered.

"Dean," Sam whispered loudly wanting to take responsibility for what he had done.

"Good," Bobby spoke up, "keep it that way. Wandell's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up, and they're not going to slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I'm saying?"

"We'd better hit the road," Dean nodded before looking over to Sam, "If you can remember where we parked the car."

"Here, take these," Bobby said handing each of us a small charm.

"What are they?" Sam questioned.

"Charms, they'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there and this will stop it from getting back up in you," Bobby explained.

"That's sounds vaguely dirty, but, uh thanks for the present," I smiled as we headed for the door.

"Just don't kill each other," Bobby called after us.


"You ok?" Dean asked as Sam stared out the window of the Impala as we drove off to our next roach bag motel but when he didn't answer he tried again, "Sam?"

"Is that you in there?" I teased shoving his shoulder.

"I was awake for some of it, guys. I watched myself kill Wandell with my own two hands; I saw the light go out in his eyes."

"That must have been awful," Dean commented.

"That's not my point. I almost carved up Jo, I tried to kill Le but no matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot."

"It was the right move, Sammy, it wasn't you," I said leaning back in the seat trying desperately to get comfortable and praying that the pain pills would just kick in already.

"Yeah this time, what about next time?"

"Sam, when Dad told me that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do, I'm going to save you," Dean said with so much promise in his voice that I had no choice but to believe him.

We sat in a comfortable silence until a thought occurred to me and busted out laughing.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Nothing," I said shaking my head and trying to contain my laughter.

"Le, what?" Sam asked again this time turning around in his seat.

"Dude, you like full-on had a girl inside you for like a whole week, that's pretty naughty," I busted out laughing again, "Although, I wouldn't be so beat to hell if you had chosen the waitress," I mentioned as carefully laid myself down in the backseat.

"What waitress?" Sam asked but when I didn't answer he looked over to Dean, "What waitress?"

"I have no idea…"