*That's my OC Leila in the drawing, I'll have some more up with the chapters*

"Leila! Come downstairs sweetie!" Her mother's voice echoed up the small stairs that led up to her room. A room that was perfect for her, not too big, not too small. Even as the years passed, the room seemed just too perfect.

"Yes, Mama!" Leila replied giddily, skipping down the wooden stairs that creaked lightly under her weight. Her house wasn't the biggest in the neighborhood, but her family was well-lived and made by, sustaining four family members and a two-story house.

As Leila reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw a shadow of a man standing in front of the door that led out to the front yard where a tall oak tree stood with a little swing on the branch of the tree.

The man smiled and spread his arms wide, "Hey pumpkin."

"Brother! You said you couldn't come today!" Leila jumped into her brother's arms, squealing cheerfully. It's been weeks since she last saw him and she'd truly missed him a lot.

Her brother swung her high into the air, making her giggle with joy, "How could I miss my pumpkin's birthday?"

Behind them, someone cleared their throat loudly, her brother froze and quickly set Leila back down on the ground. Her brother and father hadn't been on the best of terms since the last time they met.

Luckily for them, Leila's mother came out of the kitchen smiling and ushering them out onto the pathway, giving her son a short peck on the cheeks. "Quickly now, the photographer is waiting for us."

Leila grabbed her brother's hand and skipped on the path, she wore her blue polka-dot dress for this special occasion. She'd been begging her family for a family picture to keep as her own since her brother was gone all the time. Her long, dark brown hair was put in a braid crown that her mother spent hours doing.

"Gather around now! Don't look so stiff there, honcho!" The photographer yelled in front of a large box with a giant flash he was holding off to the side. "Stay still, now..."

Happily, Leila stood between her mother and her brother in the front, her smile unwavering.

FLASH

With a blinding light that seemed to burn her skin, Leila was back in the living room of her house. Something was wrong. The curtains were all closed and it was too quiet. It was never this quiet in her house. "Mama?"

The door to the kitchen swung open silently with nobody there to open it. Leila gulped and walked cautiously towards the kitchen gripping the sides of her dress tightly. As she walked inside, her foot slipped and she landed face first towards the floor, just barely breaking her fall with her hands. When Leila saw what she fell on, her scream was caught in the back of her throat.

Blood.

There was blood everywhere like someone had exploded in the kitchen.

"Mama?" Leila called out more frantically, not having the strength to stand, she crawled to the door until someone grabbed her by the hair and painfully pulled her up. She cried out flailing her arms trying to fight whoever grabbed her.

"Well, if it isn't sweet little Leila." Her mother's voice sent chills down her spine, this was not her mother. "Care to join for dinner?" She tossed Leila on the ground and she landed in something with a crunch.

Her father was torn open and his eyes still held the shock of his wife attacking him. Leila screamed, pulling her hand out from her father's chest, soaked in blood. "They wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for you."

Leila shot up from her dream, drenched in sweat. It was the same nightmare each night, the same horror that she lived in.

"Nightmare?"

Jumping at his sudden voice, Leila pulled out her shotgun from under the pillow and pointed it at the figure in the shadows. Luckily for him, she realized who it was and lowered the gun, "Dean?"

"Hiya Leila."

"What the hell are you doing here, Winchester?"

Leila didn't have any time for his crap, she knew she was close to the bastard that she's been tracking for a few weeks now.

"Dad hasn't been home in a few days." Dean looked good considering the last time they saw each other, how long has it been... three years?

Scoffing, Leila tossed her shotgun on the bed and stood up, stretching her arms out. "He's probably just busy with a hunt. Like always." She sluggishly moved around, pouring herself a cup of coffee from yesterday. "Why are you still here?"

"It's different. Please, Leila..." Dean rummaged through his jacket until he pulled out his phone, "Listen, he left a message... I wouldn't have come here if he hadn't sent this."

It was always the case with the Winchesters, something happened and they expected you to be there to help them. Leila had her own life, her own problems. She sighed and took the phone from his hand.

Zzzt... Tell Leila...zzz... informati...zzz looking for... zzzzzzt

Leila frowned, what information had John found? Rather yet, why didn't he just call her directly instead of telling Dean. She huffed, John Winchester was a complicated man yet, he was like family to her after all. As a matter of fact, she knew the moment a Winchester set foot in her room that she'd be sucked back into their drama. The three years of peace and solitude was gone.

Tossing his phone back at him, Leila sighed deeply and grabbed her bag. "I'll be out in a jiffy."

True to her word, Leila was out in less than 10 minutes, only taking what she figured she'd need for this. To her shock, someone was already sitting shotgun.

"Sam?" Leila grinned almost manically as Sam stepped out of the car, "Man, what've you been eating, you're like a friggin' giant!"

Sam chuckled and gave Leila a "big bear" hug, as she called it. "How's it going, LJ?" He was one of the few people that called her that, truth be told she liked LJ more than Leila, Leila just sounded like someone who'd faint at the sound of dogs fighting.

"Not too shabby. Heard big daddy-o might be in a pickle." Leila tossed her bags in the trunk and crawled into the backseat. Better she be in the back than Sam with his enormously long legs. "So, what's the plan, honcho?"

" I know where Dad last was before he disappeared. We can check out the town first." Dean said with a small smile.

That was definitely one way to go about it, John Winchester was a wild card, could never know which way the man would fly. "Great, Imma get some shut-eye." Leila pulled her shoes off and laid across the backseat. There was all this extra space, might as well use it.

The Impala roared loudly as she started and quite frankly Leila had missed the sounds of her purrs that lured her to sleep. It didn't take too long for her to fall asleep given the lack of rest she'd experienced over the last few days.

"LJ, can you get the door?"

"Sure!" Leila yawned and approached the door like a cat, grabbing the rifle by the door. "Who're you?" She asked as she cracked the door open.

A young blonde boy with his short hair spiked up stood along with a shorter boy with long brunette hair. "Hi," The blonde boy smirked and ran his hand over his hair, "Is Uncle Bobby here?"

Leila nodded, keeping a foot behind the door as well as the rifle out of sight. "Who's asking?"

Before the boy could respond, a large shadow fell behind him and a hand grasped his shoulder. "I'm John Winchester, these are my sons, Sam and Dean."

The surprise on her face disappeared as soon as it came, Leila couldn't believe her eyes, it was John Winchester.

"John." Bobby walked up behind you, wiping his hands on his apron, "Wasn't expecting you this early."

Leila set the rifle back down near the door and let the Winchesters come through. "I'm Dean and that's my little brother Sammy." He held his hand out for a shake with the same smirk on his face.

"Leila." Leila shook his hand in return and smiled at Sam, Sam seemed to be real quiet in contrast to his brother Dean.

Sam smiled back shyly and ran into the living room where he immediately scrunched up on the couch with a book. "So..." Dean scratched his head, "You live with Uncle Bobby?"

"Yeah, he's been letting me crash here."

"You weren't here last year, where are you from?"

"Illinois." Leila answered immediately without thinking.

Someone cleared their throat loudly, causing Leila and Dean to jump. John Winchester loomed over her with a weird expression on his face. "Leila S-"

Leila woke up with a start as the boys slammed the doors to the Impala, "Whoops, sorry LJ." Sam smirked at her disheveled look and wild eyes.

"We gotta check the library and see if we can't get anything on this." Dean said as he pulled the Impala off the bridge. Leila could see the car and the police surrounding it, as well as the two FBI agents.

It didn't take too long to pull a suspect, even with the boys squabbling, Constance Welch. A poor woman whose children drowned in a bathtub and committed suicide at the bridge just where that man went missing.

The Winchesters went back to check the bridge at nightfall while Leila checked into a motel room. However, while using Dean's card, the clerk asked about a reunion, Leila perked up hoping that the trail on John wasn't cold.

After asking for his room number, Leila broke into the room where a supposed Bert Aframian was staying. At first glance at the room John was staying in, she knew he was long gone. The half-eaten burger said it all. Leila texted the brothers the room number and scouted the room out.

Within the room, there was no empty space on the wall. Every vertical surface had papers pinned to it; maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, and notes. There were various books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including a few items with a hazardous-materials symbol.

"Just what were you up to?" Leila muttered to herself, picking up a few of his notes. One of them caught her eyes and she scrunched up her nose, trying to read the quick scribble John wrote down that he calls words.

LJS... BY:1980? Illinois... nonexistent 'til 1992

Leila gulped, so he did do his research on her and she knew with his skills it was only a matter of time before he found out. She wondered if his sudden disappearance had anything to do with her.

The door swung open and she turned around quickly, stuffing the note in her pocket. "What the hell happened to you?" Leila asked Dean with a disgusted look on her face, she nearly gagged when she smelled whatever rotting thing Dean took a dive in.

Dean grumbled as he slunk past Leila, who quickly moved out of his way, towards the bathroom. "What's with the room decor?"

"Your dad." Leila handed Sam, who was relatively clean compared to Dean, the article that was pinned up on the wall. "He figured it out. Constance Welch, the woman in white."

"You sly dogs." Said Dean as he looked at the photos of Constance's victims. He turned back to Sam. "Alright, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."

"Obviously."

"We could ask her husband." Leila suggested, pointing to the picture of Joseph Welch on an article that dated back to 1981.

"If he's alive." Sam retorted.

"Alright , I'm gonna go clean up and then we can go check it out."

Leila could feel the tension between the brothers, this was so awkward. She'd only left them for not even twenty minutes and they were already fighting. Typical.

"Hey Dean, about what I said on the bridge..." Sam fidgeted, shuffling his feet.

Wow, whatever happened Sam must have said something if he was that nervous about it. Damn. College had changed little Sammy for sure.

Dean, on the other hand, was still exactly the same old Dean, he lifted his arm and held his hand out like a crosswalk guard. "No chick flick moments."

Sam simply chuckled, "Alright. Jerk."

"Bitch."

"Airheads." Leila muttered under her breath, they were always avoiding situations that exposed them to feelings. And by they, she specifically meant Dean.

Too zoned out, Leila didn't notice Dean leaving the room until Sam shook her shoulders. "Five-oh."

Snapping back to reality, Leila mentally slapped her herself, "That damn clerk, what a scumbag."

Sam and Leila quickly took little of what they needed and snuck out of the motel while Dean kept the cops busy. It didn't take too long to find Mr. Welch and after a nice, short talk, it was evident he cheated on his wife. Which supported the woman in white theory and why she was going after men.

With that out of the way, Sam and Leila had to get Dean out of the station. Luckily, Sam had an idea and Leila played a frantic child and spun up a 911 call. They knew he made it out when they received a call from him.

"Really? A fake 911 call?" Dean seemed amused with the way they distracted the cops.

Leila put the phone on speaker, holding it in the middle between Sam and herself. "Hey, it got your ass out didn't it?" She huffed, she was pretty proud of the story and voice acting she performed.

"So hey, turns out, the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with the woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop." Sam rambled away not giving enough time for Dean to process this new information.

"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Dean half-growled into the phone.

However, Sam still continued to ramble on, "I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet."

"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho."

"What? That's pure poppycock." Leila huffed in disbelief, John Winchester would never leave without finishing a job. That was unheard of.

"I've got his journal."

John Winchester's journal. He would never go anywhere without that thing, that journal was basically his bible. Too preoccupied with her thoughts, Leila almost missed the white figure standing in the middle of the road.

"Sam!" Leila screamed and grabbed his arm as Sam slammed the brakes hard but the car went right through the pale figure before it stopped.

"Sam? Leila?" Dean shouted through the phone from somewhere below the seats. Your knuckles were turning white from clenching too tightly onto Sam's arm, it was a good thing that he was sturdy.

"Sorry." Leila mumbled as she willed her fingers to let go of his arm. Reaching down, she searched for the phone blindly but came up empty.

Suddenly, the both of them felt a chill inside the car and stared at each other in horror. "Take me home." A voice said from the back seat. Constance's voice sent a shiver down Leila's spine, she sounded like she was in pain, perhaps from the betrayal she felt from her husband, or maybe the loss of her children.

"Take me home!" Constance screeched as Leila made eye contact with hers through the rear view mirror.

"No." Sam's calm voice said as he clenched the wheel tightly.

Leila reached inside her jacket slowly to grab the pouch of salt she always carried around.

Constance glared angrily at the two of them and the doors suddenly locked and stayed locked despite the two's efforts to get the doors open. The car started to move and Sam tried to control the car but it seemed Constance was in total control.

In just a few minutes, the car pulled up to an old, broken-down house, which they knew was hers from the picture. The engine and the lights turned off, leaving both Leila and Sam in the dark.

"Don't do this." Sam tried to reason with her.

When Constance replied, her voice was sad and her form flickered. "I can never go home."

"You're scared to go home."

Leila held her breath as she successfully pulled out the pouch but before she could use it, Constance screamed at her, causing Leila to drop the pouch and hold her head in pain. Suddenly, the door flew open and she was thrown out, hitting the ground so hard that her vision blurred.

Her head felt fuzzy as she tried getting up when she heard Sam's screams, then a gunshot. "Sam..!" Hearing the engines roar, Leila barely saw what happened as Dean helped her up, Sam had crashed the Impala into the house.

It seemed that was the right move, as Constance faced her fear. The fear of facing her children.

"You've come home to us, Mommy." The children said in chorus, they grabbed her from behind and embraced her. Leila's eyes widened as Constance screamed, her and the children melted into a puddle on the floor. This was why Constance couldn't go home and why Sam had taken her there, he had found her weak spot.

Something like this would have called for a celebration down at the bar or something, but Sam insisted he had to return for his big interview. Leila decided she would stick with Dean for a bit while longer to help search for his dad. After all, she had something to discuss with him.

The ride back to Sam's apartment was silent besides the music. Not Dean or Sam attempted to start a conversation. Leila felt like she was being crushed under all this tension. She hated awkward situations, and this, this was definitely one of them. There were no tearful goodbyes, not with the Winchesters. At least this time it didn't end with yelling.

Leila hugged Sam, wishing him good luck on his interview. She knew, if anyone could do it, it would be him and he would become an amazing lawyer.

But as fate would have it, the Winchesters seemed that they were just meant to hunt. Sam's apartment burned down just like their childhood home. Jessica died on the ceiling, just like their mother. Fate was a cruel thing and it seemed to want to cause more pain to the Winchesters more than ever.