My eyes fluttered open in confusion. When had I gotten to sleep? Or more like doze off?

The place around me was dark. There was some kind of soft structure under me and it was what got me alarmed.

This was not my usual room at Hell. I wasn't shackled nor I could feel my body burning on heat. I couldn't feel anything.

I felt frozen, my hazel eyes staring at one spot on the dark ceiling. My hands twitched to my sides, trying to find out where I was, meeting with a hard wall and I frowned, slowly moving my head to left and right, lifting my hands up. They clashed against a low ceiling and I panicked, throwing up my leg, hitting more wall, realizing I was trapped in a box, kicking and hitting everything around me trying to escape the small place "Someone, please..." I exclaimed shakily, breathing increasing as I continued kicking and punching the box

Dirt fell upon my face but I did not stop kicking. I wanted out of there. It was the worst punishment they could have put me through. I now felt claustrophobic.

It took even till 15 more minutes until I clawed out from the box and between all the dirt to the surface. I was breathing heavily, covered in dirt and my nails chalked and broken. The bright light hurt my eyes as I rested face down upon the small whole I walked out from, breathing heavily.

It was when my mind managed to think straight and finally process what had happened.

My eyes widened when I realized nothing hurt. Or at least anything physical.

I slowly pushed myself up, glancing down at my attire. Imagine my surprise when instead of the torned and ripped apart jeans and shirt, I found myself wearing a dirty white dress but with all I crawled through my grave, it turned dirty. I panicked immediately. I was not wearing this in hell.

I looked around fearful, already expecting him to walk out of the shadows to get me back to our 'playtime'. But that didn't happen.

The scenario wasn't like Hell. It looked different. I glanced behind me, only for my breath hitch in my throat

Leah Porter

Beloved daughter, sister and best friend

1978 - 2003

My first thought at seeing my name in a headstone was 'Too formal and careless, mother of mine'. Then realizing I was upon my own grave.

"Oh God" I widened my eyes in realization, sucking in a deep breath. "I'm a fucking zombie"

My family had buried me here. In the middle of.... Wait. This doesn't look like a cementery.

There was a grassy field around me and my grave, a ring of dead trees around as well.

A big one caught my attention and that's why I realize I wasn't buried in a cementery. This probably had been my younger sister's idea. She knew me the most.

I was close to my home. This was my favorite place to hang out when I was little. A memory that now was meaningless to me as they used it a lot against me.

I shakily stood up, taking a deep breath as I noticed there was no injury in me. Not one I had suffered when my skin was ripped apart by a Hound it fetched me to Hell. It was as if nothing had happened.

~8~

"This is freaky" I was murmuring to myself, walking among the empty road. Arms wrapped around me as I continued walking. Thank God I hadn't been buried with heels. I would have haunted their asses.

My skin and clothes were still dirty and my brown hair was tangled.

I sighed in relief, dropping my shoulders once I spotted a gas station after an hour of walking.

I quickly entered the place, under the wide eyed look of the clerk behind the counter.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?" The guy walked out and reached my side.

"Yes, I am fine" I replied monotonously, staring at him blankly. Of course I wasn't. I just crawled out of my grave. I refrained myself from telling him that as it'll freak him out. "Do you have somewhere I can wash myself?" I asked calmly.

The kid was looking at me now with a flicker of fear in his eyes. He gulped, pointing to a door.

I grinned at him. "Thanks"

The guy scurried away faster before I could blink and I shrugged at myself walking to the bathroom.

I leaned against the sink, finally looking at myself in the mirror. My tan skin looked even darker with the dirt and my hazel eyes looked dull

"Huh" I spoke to myself outloud. "I don't look like a zombie. All good, Le" I washed all I could, wondering where to get something clean to wear. When I reached my legs to cleaned them up, I froze. There was something in my right ankle. It was some kind of hand print. "They marked me!" I shouted in rage. How could they?!

The clerk entered the bathroom in panic after my shouting "Everything alright?"

I fixed him with a smile "All good. Just a moment of existencial crisis" I replied. He nodded slowly, backing away "Wait. Do you have some clean clothes I could use?"

"There may be some of my sister's around" he replied "I can give you something"

"Thank you" I flashed him a smile

~8~

Now dressed up as a decent being, I was walking around the hallways of the store while drinking water when a high pitched tone made me cringe

"Ow" I placed a hand in the side of my head, meeting my eyes on my reflection of a fridge's glass door, seeing them turn a slightly golden color for a second before I blinked. The sound fading away with a few whisperings echoing through my head.

Dean Winchester has been saved

But a soul has escaped.

I only knew a Dean. He was down there with me. I pursed my lips. Saved? A soul escapee? Did they mean me?

I stopped in front of the clerk who lowered the newspaper slightly. My eyes though, found something interesting. I suddenly gripped the guy's wrist startling him. "What-!"

"Is this today's?" I asked quietly, reading it before slowly looking up. "That's the date? Like really?"

"Yes" The guy nodded, eyeing my hand warily, "September 18"

"The year" I drawled, meeting his eyes.

"2008" He said slowly.

I dropped his wrist, staring at the newspaper date, "2008" I repeated to myself, shocked

~8~

Shocked for finding out I had been death for five years was an understatement. I just left the station in a numb state, not even saying goodbye to the nice guy helping me.

Just outside, I somehow found a car nice enough to hotwire. (My dad had taught me once after he noticed I was always losing my keys). I had thought I'd never use the skill, until now.

I was driving through the road, the only sound was the engine and the sound of the wind.

Suddenly there was some kind of static before the radio turned on to white noise making me glance at the dashboard, furrowing my eyebrows. A familiar high pitched tone began again making me cry out in pain as this time was louder than before. I clenched the hand on the wheel tighter, knuckles white.

There was some kind of vibration through the windows before they suddenly shattered upon me. I cried out, letting go of the wheel harshly to protect my head with both hands as I stepped on the brakes.

The car crashed against something and I hit my forehead with the wheel, glass raining on top of me as I groaned in pain.

"Goodie God for seatbelts" I murmured to myself, slowly lifting my head hissing as something warm dripped from my temple. There was a ringing in my ears as I looked around disturbed, until they settled on a man just outside a building, walking toward the car.

My hazel eyes met green shocked ones for a few seconds before I breathed out, "Dean?"

That seemed to snap him out, running to the driver's side, crouching down to meet me through the window, eyeing me in shock "Leah?" He breathed, opening the door.

Dean helped me out of the car, being careful of the shattered glass. Once outside, I noticed my stolen car wasn't the only one with shattered windows. There was a Gas station in front of us (where Dean walked out from) with the same fate. "What the hell happened in there?" I gestured at the station.

Dean grimaced, looking at the station "No idea" he murmured before looking back at me, "You..."

"Not a zombie" I reassured, looking back at him. "I already checked my pulse. And I am thinking straight...Or so it seems" I shrugged.

Dean grinned slightly, used to my sarcasm. "It's really you" he breathed, passing an arm around my shoulders. I smiled slightly. Dean's expression fell "How did that happen?"

I sighed, "The million dollar question"

~8~

"Are you sure, Dean?" I asked for the hundredth time, watching Dean "He hasn't answered"

We were just outside the empty, shattered station. There was just outside a phone booth and Dean had explained to me he knew who to call. His brother Sam, I think.

Apparently, he had to know what happened. When asked why, I just got 'He's a smart pants ass' as an answer.

Dean, frustrated hung up the pay phone. "Damn it, Sammy" he murmured.

"Normally when no one answers between the first three rings, it's because they're ignoring you" I deadpanned "They've been ignoring you for the past 15 minutes. Get a hint Dean-o"

"Shut up, Le-Le" Dean snapped, annoyed. I smirked, "This time I'm gonna call Bobby" he said inserting another coin and dialing a number

"Don't be humiliated, Dean. It's pointless-" I got interrupted by Dean 

"Bobby?" Dean flashed me a smug smile. I rolled my eyes, "It's me. Dean" He said relieved until a crease in his eyebrows appeared, slowly putting the phone away from his hear, confused. "He hung up"

I smirked in amusement as he dialed again. "You don't take no for answers, do you?"

Dean ignored me, "Bobby listen to me-" Dean groaned in frustration, hanging up the pay phone slamming it on its place. "Don't say a word" he pointed at me warningly

I had opened my mouth before closing it, looking down in amusement "Now what?"

Dean looked around, "We'd have to pay a visit to little ol' Bobby. If he won't listen by phone. He will in person"

I nodded slightly in understanding.

Dean spotted an old, beat-up white car parked around the station on a good state. If you can call it like that. "Come on, Le-Le!" He grinned in excitement, gesturing with his hand to follow him. "Your car isn't useful right now"

"Not mine" I grinned back chuckling, following Dean. I climbed into the passenger seat as Dean hotwired the car.

As soon as he did so, we drove away from the gas station.

~8~

We had drove until South Dakota, arriving to a junkyard. There were junk cars around and hubcaps nailed to the side of the house.

Dean had explained on the way here all about Bobby and all he meant for him and his brother. He was like a father to him and a good Hunter. If there was something he and Sam didn't know about, he was sure Bobby knew. He was that good.

As soon as Dean parked, he nodded his head at me to follow him. I did as told, but staying behind him all the time not wanting to be seen as a threat.

Dean pounded on the door. I hit his arm, scoldingly. Dean shot me a look as the door got opened, revealing a man with short graying short hair and brown beard wearing a baseball cap, looking between us suspiciously

Dean turned to him, smiling cautiously "Surprise"

"Dean" I said in warning, smiling at Bobby awkwardly.

Bobby seemed shocked and suspiciously, "I, I don't..."

"Yeah, me neither" Dean replied, stepping inside. I followed back cautiously, giving Bobby a slight wave. "But here I am. And so is she"

I noticed Bobby had something on his back so I stopped walking, staring at him. Bobby looked at me hard before slashing toward Dean with a knife

"Watch out!" I exclaimed at Dean

Dean caught Bobby's arm because of my warning, twisting his arm behind his back. "Bobby!" Bobby slid from Dean's grip, backhanding him in the face, turning to face him "It's me!"

Bobby growled, raising the knife "My ass!"

Dean jumped back, shoving a chair between them, raising his arms up in a harmless gesture. I did the same, looking wide eyed, "Woah, whoa, whoa! Wait"

"Woah! You weren't kidding when you said you guys were violent when feeling threatened" I murmured to Dean, stepping back next to him, wary of Bobby.

Dean's lip twitched slightly but continued looking at Bobby, "Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and... you're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me"

Bobby slowly lowered the knife, stepping forward slowly. I relaxed seeing we weren't threatened anymore, lowering my hands. Bobby placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, gently. Suddenly, he tried to stab him again but Dean quickly caught his arm, twisting it behind his back. "I am not a shapeshifter!"

I jumped back, stepping away from them "Ladies! Easy!" I exclaimed.

They ignored me, "Then you're a Revenant!" Bobby told him.

Dean took the knife away from Bobby, pushing him back. "Alright. If I was either, could I do this with a Silver knife?"

Dean held up the silver knife, rolling up his left sleeve, slicing his arm above the elbow with the knife. A line of blood appeared, hissing slightly in pain.

"You dudes are really loony with this hunting stuff" I said, looking at Dean. "You were telling the truth too, huh?"

Dean rolled his eyes at me, looking at Bobby, who now seemed to believe Dean

Bobby looked at him shocked, "Dean?"

Dean shrugged, "That's what I've been trying to tell you"

Bobby walked forward, grabbing Dean in for a hug. I smiled at the moment, seeing the relief on Dean's face.

When they pulled apart, Bobby was the first one to talk, "It's... It's good to see you, boy"

"Yeah, you too" Dean smiled slightly.

Bobby looked at me. "And her?"

"You're not gonna cut me with a knife, right?" I asked nervously. "I still bleed" I pointed to my forehead where a shattered glass from the car had cut me.

Dean tilted his head aside. "She-She was dead too, Bobby"

I rocked back and forth on my heels. "Yeah. Please don't cut me. Dean already did" I said, side glancing at Dean, seeing him flinch slightly. It wasn't entirely a lie, but at this moment it was.

Bobby looked between us, confused, "Then... How did either of you bust out?"

Dean and I exchanged a look.

"I don't know. We just, uh" he gestured between us, as I already had explained what happened when I woke up "We just woke up in a pine box..." Bobby suddenly splashed water in our faces. I coughed the water, annoyed. Dean paused for a few seconds, blinking before spitting water. "We're not a demon either, you know"

"Sorry" Bobby told us, slightly embarrassed "Can't be too careful"

We walked further into the house. We had a towel each, wiping our faces.

I was looking around, admiring the house as Dean and Bobby talked.

"But... That don't make a lick of sense" Bobby told us.

"Yeah" Dean agreed "Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir"

Bobby turned to face us, "Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit -"

"I know" Dean told him "I should look like a Thriller video reject"

"It doesn't make sense either for me" I turned to face them. They looked at me, "I saw my grave's date and today's. I should've been discomposed to bones and eaten by worms. I was dead for five years"

Dean scrunched his nose in disgust at my description.

Bobby looked between us, "What do you remember?"

I barely glanced at Dean, crossing my arms defensively.

"Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then..." He glanced at me, furrowing his eyebrow slightly "Lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it"

Bobby sat down, looking at me

I scratched the back of my head, "Everything is blurry" I told them, "One moment I...am down there. And then, I woke up on my coffin. I felt like a vampire reborn when I crawled out from my grave"

Dean looked away, silently sighing. "Sam's number's not working. He's, uh... he's not..."

"Oh, he's alive. As far as I know" Bobby told him

"Good" Dean told him relieved "Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?"

"I haven't talked to him for months" Bobby told him

"You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?" Dean looked angry

"He was dead set on it" Bobby told him

"Bobby, you should've been looking after him" Dean told him

"I tried" Bobby told him "These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him or me. We had to bury you"

Dean tilted his head, "Why did you bury me, anyway?"

"I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill" Bobby answered "But Sam wouldn't have it"

I crossed my arms, giving Dean a small smile "So, he won that one"

"I'm glad he did" Dean agreed.

"He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow" Bobby told him "That's about all he said"

Dean exchanged a look with me, suspicious "What do you mean?"

"He was quiet" Bobby told us "Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found"

Dean put a hand on his head, turning his head away "Oh, damnit, Sammy"

"What?" Bobby asked

"Oh, he got me home okay" Dean told us. "But whatever he did, it is bad mojo"

"And what about me?" I asked, looking between them, "Dean cause is his brother but I am a complete stranger"

Dean considered that, frowning.

Bobby sighed, "Another mystery, girl" he told me. I tilted my head in agreement. Bobby turned to Dean, "What makes you so sure it is bad?"

"You should have seen the grave site" Dean told him

I nodded in agreement "It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it.... It gave me the creeps. Like if it was pissed at me"

Dean tilted his head, pointing at me. "And then this" He pulled of his jacket, pulling up his sleeve to show us a similar hand print on his shoulder that was on my ankle.

I looked at Dean shocked. I didn't know they looked alike. "You should see this" I told them, placing my leg up on the table and rolled up the sleeve of my jeans, showing them a slightly different hand print on my ankle, looking up at Dean. "They're similar"

Bobby stood up, walking closer in confused suspicion. "What in the hell?"

"It was like a demon just yanked us out" Dean told him

"Or rode us out" I added tilting my head aside, somehow finding amusement in the situation.

"But why?" Bobby asked us

"To hold up their end of the bargain" Dean said, fixing his shirt up to his shoulder. I rolled down the sleeve of my jeans, dropping my leg from the table.

"You think Sam made a deal?" Bobby asked.

"It's what I would have done" Dean told us

"But" I looked at them, "What possibly would want demons with me out? And why now?"

Dean and Bobby didn't have an answer.

I was starting to think, I wasn't supposed to go out.

Thus, the echo in my ears about the escapee soul.

Did I took the opportunity to sneak out hell when they pulled Dean out? Or what the hell did that mean?

~8~

Dean found out the location of his brother in a motel at Pontiac, Illinois. It was near where I found Dean. A few hours away from where I lived and was buried.

Coincidence?

Dean told me to never believe in them. So I didn't.

Now, here we were in Illinois parking just outside Astoria Motel. It was already night, having drove all day to this place.

I followed Dean and Bobby through a dingy hallway, reaching a hotel room with the number 207 inside a red heart.

I scrunched my nose, crossing my arms "Looks like your brother's having fun" I grinned at Dean sarcastically.

Dean shot me a look, knocking on the door.

A brunette woman only wearing a tank top and underwear opened the door, looking at us expectantly. "So, where is it?"

I blinked in shock, seeing her face shifting for a second before turning back to normal. I rubbed my eye, confused.

Dean looked at us, confused "Where's what?"

"The pizza... that takes three people to deliver?" The woman answered

"I think we got the wrong room" Dean told her.

A tall man with shaggy brown hair walked closer, probably hearing the door opening. Once he saw us on the doorstep he stopped in shock, staring at Dean.

The woman and I looked between the three of them, awkward. I looked back at her, smugly, "So, I was right. He was having fun"

The woman tilted her head at me, a small smirk forming on her lips

Sam continued looking at Dean, flickering his eyes between him and Bobby

"Heya, Sammy" Dean said quietly, emotional.

Sam continued silent, staring at Dean.

Dean walked past the woman as she stepped aside realizing they knew each other.

I looked at her, "Been in this profession a long time or is it a pass time only?"

The woman chuckled, "Funny. I was going to ask the same"

"I'm not the one in underwear" I pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

"You can do plenty of things with clothes on as well" she smirked.

I looked away back at Sam and Dean, uncomfortable.

The woman chuckled amused. "Prude"

I ignored her, watching the brothers' reunion.

Sam looked at Dean before pulling out a knife, lunging at Dean.

The woman's screaming made me flinch as she was close to me. I put a hand on my ear, looking at her annoyed

Dean blocked Sam's attack.

Bobby walked forward, pulling Sam away from his shoulders.

Sam struggled on Bobby's grip, looking at Dean incredulously, "Who are you?!"

"Like you didn't do this?!" Dear gestured at himself.

"Do what?!" Sam exclaimed still restrained by Bobby.

"It's him" Bobby told him "It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him"

Sam stared at Dean confused, slowly stopping his struggling, breathing heavily "What..."

Dean stepped closer, staring at Sam "I know. I look fantastic, huh?"

Bobby let go of Sam, who looked like he was going to cry. He stepped forward, pulling Dean into hug. Dean hugged back for several seconds with emotion. Bobby looked emotional as well, looking at the brothers. Sam pulled away, holding Dean at arm's length, emotional

"If I didn't know better" I suddenly said to the woman, "I'd say that looked hot"

She glanced at me, confused. "So" She looked back at them, awkwardly pointing between Dean and Sam "Are you two like... together?"

Sam, as if just remembering she was there, looked at her "What? No. No" Dean looked at her weirdly. I chuckled in amusement "He's my brother"

The woman nodded awkwardly, "Uh.. now I understand what you meant" she told me before looking at Sam, "I-I should probably go"

"Yeah. Yeah" Sam agreed "That's probably a good idea. Sorry"

~8~

Once both Sam and the woman dressed more decently, Sam opened the door for her.

The woman looked at me, "Think about what I said" she winked

I shifted awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck.

The woman walked out of the motel room, looking up at Sam "So, call me"

Sam leaned against the doorframe "Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Kathy"

The woman looked disappointed, "Kristy"

I looked down, raising my eyebrows in amusement.

"Right" Sam told her awkwardly

Kristy turned around, walking away. Sam shut the door turning to us but stopping at my presence as if it was the first time he has seen me.

"Who are you?" Sam asked me suspiciously, siting down

Dean, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed answered, "As if you don't know" Sam looked confused, looking at me. I shrugged, looking away "So, tell me, what'd it cost?"

Bobby was staring at Sam, suspiciously

Sam smiled awkwardly, "The girl?" He chuckled, "I don't pay, Dean"

"That's not funny, Sam" I told him, frowning

"To bring me back" Dean repeated. He pointed at me, "Or her? Was she part of the deal with the sick demons? What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?"

"You think I made a deal?" Sam asked incredulously, "And for her too? No offense" he added quickly.

I waved a hand dismissively. For some reason I knew he hadn't do it. At least not for me.

"That's exactly what we think" Bobby told him

"Well, I didn't" Sam replied

Dean looked at his brother intensely "Don't lie to me"

"I'm not lying" Sam told him

Dean started walking closer "So what now? I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this"

Sam stood, angrily. "Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?"

Dean grabbed Sam by his shirt "There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!"

Sam pushed Dean's arms away from him, "I tried everything. That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry"

Dean slowly calmed down, "It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact" Bobby stood, "But it does raise a sticky question"

"More like it adds to mine" I told them, "If not Sam. Then who pulled us out?"

Dean and Bobby had no answer.

Sam looked at me shocked.

~8~

After explaining to Sam who I was, and avoiding being cut with silver knife, we settled down in his motel room.

Sam had gone out to get some air as he was overwhelmed while we waited for him.

I had my legs on top of the table while waiting for wonder boy to return.

Sam entered the the room, giving us each a beer, sitting down.

I plopped open mine, sipping it slowly.

"So what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?" Dean asked

"Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, um" Sam trailed off, "I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback"

Sam took a drink.

"All by yourself" Bobby told him accusingly "Who do you think you are, your old man?"

Dean saw something, frowning, walking toward it. I followed him with my eyes, still listening quietly

Sam looked at Bobby "Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby. I-I should have called. I was pretty messed up"

Dean picked up a pink flowered bra from the floor, looking at Sam. I laughed "Oh yeah. I really feel your pain" Dean told him sarcastically, siting down next to Sam

Sam chuckled, awkwardly "Anyways, uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here"

"When?" I asked

"Yesterday morning" Sam answered

Dean looked at me, "When we busted out"

I frowned, "Wait. You think they're here cause of us?"

Dean shrugged

"But why?" Sam asked

"Well, I don't know" Dean said sarcastically, "Some badass demon drags us out and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow"

I shrank in my seat, looking down. For the escapee soul, maybe?

"How you feelin', anyway?" Bobby asked, "Leah?"

"I'm a little hungry" Dean replied

"Sleepy" I added.

"No, I mean..." Bobby trailed off, giving us a look "Do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?"

I shifted awkwardly as my flashing golden eyes and the whispering came to mind. "Or demonic?" I asked, feigning it was that what got me nervous

Dean shook his head, "Bobby, how many times do I have to prove I'm me? And she human?"

"Yeah. Well, listen" Bobby told us, "No demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. And much less someone they had for five years" he looked at me

"If felt like centuries" I murmured under my breath

"They've gotta have something nasty planned" Bobby told us

"Well, I feel fine" Dean and I said at the same time.

"Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning" Sam told us "We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help"

"I know a psychic. A few hours from here" Bobby told us "Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking"

Dean looked at me first, questionably. We were in this together on the clueless side so apparently my opinion was worth it, too. I nodded "Hell yeah, it's worth a shot." He looked at the others

I smiled, standing up "I gotta go see if there's some snacks at the vending machine" I informed Dean before walking out the room.

I knew they needed some time alone and I'd give it

~8~

I was outside, eating a chocolate bar leaning against the wall when Bobby walked closer.

"All good?" I asked nodding toward the room

"Yeah, they don't fight all the time" Bobby answered. I chuckled, looking down. "What was it like?" He asked slightly hesitant

I paused mid-chew, glancing at Bobby "Hell?" Bobby nodded. I swallowed "Just.... don't want to talk about it. Everything is blurry" I said, scratching the back of my head. "It's difficult to understand"

Bobby hummed, unconvinced but didn't push further "Good to know"

"Yeah" I nodded, watching him walk away. I looked back at my reflection on the window glass, blankly. There were the echoes of myself screaming in agony, begging someone to stop.

The sound of door opening and closing snapped me out of my thoughts, looking back at where Bobby was walking closer with the boys.

I jogged up to them stopping at Dean's side, listening them talking

"She's about four hours down the Interstate" Bobby told us, walking to his car and opening the driver's seat door, looking at us "Try to keep up"

Bobby got into his car, closing the door.

I shifted my weight to one of my legs as I watched the brothers

Sam looked at Dean, "I assume you'll want to drive" He pulled some keys out of his right pocket and tossed them at Dean, who caught them easily.

Dean grinned chuckling, "Oh, I almost forgot!" He approached a black car, an Impala if I remember it correctly, running a hand along it lovingly "Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?"

I stepped closer to Sam, eyeing Dean warily "Is he really talking to the car?"

Sam chuckled, walking toward the passenger seat "Seems like he didn't tell you about his lover, huh?"

I blinked, "Men" I shook my head, following Sam. He opened the door and allowed me getting inside toward the backseat first, before climbing himself.

Dean was inside already, eyeing in disgust at a small machine in the stereo. He glared at Sam, who was smiling. "What the hell is that?"

"That's an iPod jack" Sam replied.

"You were supposed to take care of her" Dean told him "Not douche her up"

I smirked amused, looking at Dean "You forgot to mention you were one of those guys who named their cars and were in love with them"

Dean side glanced at me, putting the key into the ignition. "Never came up"

Sam looked between us, "You two know each other very well?"

I exchanged a look with Dean, "Met her on an empty gas station, looking like she just crawled out of a whole" Dean explained

"I explained my zombie situation, shocking him to the core for our similar situations" I smirked at Dean, "And hitchhiked along the ride for answers. We had all the way over to Bobby's to get know each other"

Dean nodded in agreement, turning on the car. An unfamiliar song began to play. I frowned at it. Dean rolled his eyes, glaring at Sam looking pained, "Really?"

Sam shrugged innocently

Dean ripped the iPod out of the stereo and tossed it to me, "Get rid of it, Le"

I looked down at the iPod curiously, seeing it had earphones. I shrugged at myself, putting them on and using the unfamiliar electronic to listen to music, to at least tune out what the brothers were saying. I didn't want to intrude into their lives more than what I already did

As soon as I found out what brought us back and why I could hear whispering and my eyes changing color, I was going to go my own way.

~8~

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep. I wasn't kidding when I said I was sleepy.

I jumped startled, breathing heavily as I snapped my eyes open "Hey, Le, easy. Easy. It's just me" I heard Dean saying softly, holding my shoulders, "It was just a nightmare"

I breathed heavily, nodding slowly. "Yeah, yeah. Just a nightmare"

Dean dropped his arms, nodding. "Yeah. We just arrived, Bobby and Sam are waiting for us"

I looked around to see we were just parked outside a house. I climbed out of the car, following Dean.

Once we were on the porch, Bobby knocked on the door.

A brunette woman in at least her 30's opened the door, looking at Bobby smiling, laughing "Bobby!"

The woman embraced Bobby, lifting him briefly off the ground. Sam, Dean and I exchanged an amused look

"You're a sight for sore eyes" Bobby told her

The woman took a step back, looking at us "So, these the guys?"

"Leah, Sam, Dean... " Bobby began the introductions "This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state"

Dean smiled, flirting "Hey"

"Hey" Sam greeted, slightly awkward

I just waved with a smile.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm" Pamela hummed, chuckling "Dean Winchester. Leah Porter. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you two rare individuals"

"If you say so" I said awkwardly, exchanging a look with Dean

"Come on in" Pamela told us, leading us inside.

Sam, Dean, Bobby and I walked inside the house while Pamela closed the door.

Bobby looked at her, "So, you hear anything?"

"Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits" Pamela answered "No one seems to know who broke your guys out, or why"

"So what's next?" Bobby asked

"A séance, I think" Pamela answered "See if we can see who did the deed"

"You're not gonna... summon the damn thing here?" Bobby asked her

Pamela smiled, "No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal"

Pamela walked into the living room

"I'm game" Dean rubbed his hands together, looking at us.

I exchanged a look with Sam, following Pamela to the living room. The boys doing the same

~8~

Pamela, Bobby, Sam, Dean and I were around a small table. It had a black tablecloth with symbols around the table. There were five candles, one for each one of us and one in the middle of the table

I rubbed my arm, suddenly uncomfortable. "You never mentioned witches or seances in my little introduction to your world" I whispered at Dean

"Not a witch, darling" Pamela spoke, looking at me. I looked down sheepishly. "Now, take each other's hands" She told us. We did as told "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched"

Dean suddenly jumped, startled. "Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there"

"My mistake" Pamela said innocently

I smirked, amused. "His shoulder or my ankle?" I asked, looking at her.

"Any can work" Pamela replied "You were both pulled out at around the same time, right?"

I looked at Dean meeting his nervous eyes. I smiled reassuringly. He nodded, taking off his outer shirt, pulling up his left t-shirt sleeve, showing us his hand print.

Sam reacted silently, shocked for seeing ir for the first time. He looked at me shocked, glancing at my ankle. I nodded to let him know I had one similar.

Pamela laid her hand over the hand print "Okay" we all closed our eyes as she began to chant. "I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle" The nearby TV suddenly turned on by itself, playing static "I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel?" I frowned, starting to breathe heavily when I heard a whisper. I mouthed the name along Pamela having also heard it "No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy"

"Castiel?" I heard Dean murmur to himself.

"Its name" Pamela explained "It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back. I conjure and command you, show me your face" The high-pitched ringing from before started again, making me flinch but it wasn't as loud or painful as last time "I conjure and command you, show me your face" The room started to shake "I conjure and command you-"

I gasped sharply, "Maybe we should stop"

"I almost got it" Pamela told us. The shaking became more violent and the whispering echoed louder in my ears. This time I couldn't tell wait it was saying "I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!"

The fire on the candles flared brighter, higher several feet in the air. Pamela let go of my hand and Dean's, screaming in pain. Her eyes blazing with white fire before fading into nothing, falling unconscious. With that, all the shaking stopped and the flames died out.

"Call 911!" Bobby told us.

Dean and I knelt next to Pamela

Sam walked away, pulling his phone out, doing as told.

Pamela's eyes were bleeding, causing her agony and making her sob in pain, crying. "I can't see. I can't see!" Her eyelids flew open, revealing there were no eye sockets. "Oh, God, no"

I placed a hand on my mouth in shock, looking up at Dean worried and confused, tears in my eyes.

This had been the first supernatural occurrence I had ever witnessed up here.

And it wasn't a pretty one.

~8~

Dean and I were sitting on a table at a dinner called Johnny Mac. A waitress was with us, Dean giving her our order

I had my eyes on the table, not really feeling like eating.

"Be up in a jiff" The waitress told us, walking away leaving.

Sam walked closer, sitting down, on the phone "You bet" he hung up

"What'd Bobby say?" Dean asked

"Pam's stable" Sam told us. I sighed in relief "And out of I.C.U."

"And blind" I looked up "Because of us"

Dean sighed, seeming to feel guilt himself

"And we still have no clue who we're dealing with" Sam told us

"That's not entirely true." Dean told us

"No?" Sam asked

I perked up, "We got a name. Castiel"

Dean agreed, nodding. "With the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us"

"You're crazy" Sam to,d us, shaking his head incredulously "Absolutely not"

"We'll work him over" Dean told us "I mean, after what he did?"

"Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull" Sam told us "And you want to have a face to face?"

"You got a better idea?" I asked

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do" Sam told us "I followed some demons to town, right?"

"Okay" Dean told us

"So, we go find them" Sam told us "Someone's gotta know something about something"

The waitress walked closer with our order, placing it in front of us

"Thanks" Sam told her

The waitress sat down in our table, across from us.

Dean smirked, "You angling for a tip?"

I looked at Dean, "You're a pig, you knew that?"

Sam chuckled

"I'm sorry" The waitress told us "Thought you were looking for us" Her eyes turned completely black. Besides us, there were other three people in the dinner. Their eyes turned black too. One of the Demons, the uniformed one walked to the door and locked it. The demon waitress let her eyes turned back to normal "Dean... Leah. To hell and back. Aren't you two lucky ducks?"

Dean smirked, gesturing between himself and me "That's us"

"So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh?" The demon waitress asked "Tell me. What makes you so special?"

"I like to think it's because of my perky nipples" Dean smirked. He looked at the demon waitress seriously, "I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled us out"

"Right" the demon waitress said sarcastically "You don't"

"No. We don't" I told her coldly

The demon waitress tilted her head, "Lying's a sin, you know"

"Your presence is a sin" I countered back, narrowing my eyes

"We're not lying" Dean told her, giving me a look. The demon waitress looked between us "But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo"

The demon waitress glared at both of us, "Mind your tone with me, kids. I'll drag you back to hell myself"

Sam, who had been silent all the exchange staring daggers at the Demons was about to stand up to attack.

Dean held a hand, telling him to stop, looking at the demon waitress. Sam sat down again. "No, you won't" Dean told her calmly

"No?" The demon waitress raised a brow in amusement

"No. Because if you were you would have done it already" I quipped, looking at her with a sarcastic sweet smile

"Fact is, you don't know who cut us loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers" Den told her "Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want both of us out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send us back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose"

I smirked

"I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs" The demon waitress glared at us

Dean leaned forward, eyes challenging her. The demon waitress glared back. Sam placed a hand in my shoulder, silently pushing me back so I wouldn't get drag in a fight. Dean punched her in the face, turning her head to the side. The demon waitress looked back at Dean, only for Dean punch her again, turning her head to the side.

I looked between Dean and the demon waitress, fidgeting with my fingers.

The demon waitress did nothing, glaring at us but I could see she was starting to look nervous

"That's what I thought" Dean told her. The demon waitress glanced at me and Sam. Sam only glared at her "Let's go, guys"

We stood up, not taking our eyes out of the now fuming demon. Sam guided me outside as Dean pulling out his wallet and giving money to the Demon waitress, sarcastically "For the pie"

As soon as we exited the dinner, we walked quickly away from it. The air between us was tense I could cut it with a knife.

Once a few feet away from the dinner, Dean sighed in relief "Holy crap, that was close"

"Intense" I breathed in relief

"We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Dean?" Sam asked

"Well yeah" Dean answered "there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us"

"I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately" Sam told us

"Not anymore" Dean told him "The smarter brother's back in town"

I chuckled

"Dean, we've got to take 'em" Sam told him "They are dangerous"

"They're scared. Okay?" Dean told him "Scared of whatever had the juice to yank us out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time"

"Their pie wasn't even tasty" I added sarcastically

~8~

Once back at the motel, I had rented a room for myself (of course, Dean gave me money as I had none).

I was moving around the beds, about to go to sleep when the TV suddenly turned on, playing static. I froze, slowly looking at it. Whispering and the familiar high-pitched ringing began blaring around in my room, making me cry out in pain.

I started running away from my room and toward Sam's where Dean was, clutching my ears tightly in pain.

"Dean!" I cried out, seeing a large mirror of the ceiling shattering and broken glass raining down on him. The ringing intensified, making both of us crumple to the ground, clutching our ears in pain.

We screamed in pain.

"Dean! Leah!" I briefly looked up at Bobby, not able to hear him.

~8~

We were now on Bobby's car, driving away from the motel

Bobby was driving

Dean on the passenger seat, treating his wounds.

I was on the backseat, looking between them and the window, silently

Bobby broke the silence, glancing at us. Me through the rearview mirror "How you doin', kids?"

"Aside from the church bells ringing in my head..." Dean trailed off, "peachy"

"I'll never listen to another church bell in my life" I replied, looking at them

Dean pulled out his phone, dialing probably Sam. "What are you doing? - In my car?" He asked annoyed, looking at us as if saying 'what do you think of that?' "Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're going to grab a beer" Bobby and I looked at Dean confused. Dean held up a finger, "Done. Catch you later" he hung up

"Why the hell didn't you tell him?" Bobby asked

"Because he just tried to stop us" Dean answered

"From what?" Bobby asked

"Summoning whatever that thing is" I told him, realizing what were Dean's intentions.

Dean looked proud, "Now you're using properly language. Using 'what' instead of 'who'. Good, Le-Le" I chucked. Dean looked at Bobby, who seemed shocked at the plan "It's time we faced it head-on"

"You can't be serious!" Bobby exclaimed

"As a heart attack" Dean told him "It's high noon, baby"

"Well, we don't know what it is" Bobby told us "It could be a demon, it could be anything"

"That's why we've got to be ready for anything" Dean told him, pulling out a weird looking knife "We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk..."

"This is a bad idea" Bobby shook his head

"Yeah, I couldn't agree more" Dean sighed, looking at Bobby before looking back at me "But what other choice do we have?"

"We could choose life" Bobby suggested

"Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. It's after Leah. That much we know, right?" Dean told him "I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand"

"I agree. We aren't puppies with our tails between our legs" I told them

"We could use Sam on this" Bobby told us.

"Nah, he's better off where he is" Dean shook his head

~8~

We were now in warehouse where Dean had instructed were going to summon whatever that pulled us out.

I was helping Bobby draw a symbol on the cement floor with white spray paint. I had the paper design on one of my hands, concentrating. All the floor, walls and ceiling were covered with those kind of similar symbols.

"You're good at that" Bobby told me, offering me a hand to stand up. I accepted it, letting him pull me up. I dusted my jeans with a small smile

"I was a clothing designer. I think I'm decent on drawing and painting" I told him, following toward where Dean was setting up equipment at a table.

"That's a hell of an art project you've got going there" Dean told us

"You told us to cover the whole place" I said defensively, nodding my head at Bobby "He's the one who told me to help him, with all those ancient figures"

"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe" Bobby explained, "How you doin?" He asked Dean

"Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife" Dean told us "I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of"

"This is still a bad idea" Bobby told us

"Yeah, Bobby, we heard you the first ten times" I drawled, rolling my eyes

"What do you say we ring the dinner bell?" Dean looked between us

Bobby nodded reluctantly, walking away and starting to chant a spell.

Dean and I exchanged a nervous look, trying to look as if we weren't.

~8~

We were still waiting on the warehouse, completely bored.

I was on the floor leaning against the wall, throwing up a spray can, catching it and doing all over again

"You sure you did the ritual right?" Dean asked. I looked up, chuckling as Bobby gave him a look, "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?"

Wind howling and rumbling from outside the building, shaking the roof was heard. I immediately scattered to my feet, grabbing the gun Dean gave me as he and Bobby armed themselves, 'Oh, dad, why didn't you never taught me to use a gun?' I thought with a grimace, sighing.

We looked around, tensely waiting for something to happen

"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind" Dean told us

The lightbulbs shattered, the sparks falling to the floor. The door bursted open.

A man wearing a business suit and a long brown trench coat walked in

Dean and Bobby and I opened fire (me more awkwardly as ever) as the man walked closer but neither of the shooting seemed to hurt him or slow him down. Neither did the symbols on the entire warehouse.

Dean pulled out the weird looking knife, looking at the man "Who are you?"

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition" the man answered, revealing himself as Castiel. He glanced at me with hard look "And who you used as a scape boat"

My eyes widened. I was right then? I took the opportunity to escape hell. I wasn't meant to leave

Dean nodded, "Yeah. Thanks for that"

Dean stabbed Castiel in his chest but it didn't seem to have any effect either. Dean took a step back, confused. Castiel looked down at his chest, pulling out the knife, letting it fall to the floor. Bobby, from behind tried to hit him with a crowbar.

Castiel without looking, caught the crowbar, using it to swing Bobby around. Castiel placed two fingertips on Bobby's forehead, making him fall unconscious, turning to face Dean "We need to talk, Dean" He glanced at me, narrowing his eyes "Alone"

I gulped nervously.

Dean took a step in front of me protectively, not showing a reaction.

~8~

I was as far away from Castiel as possible, not wanting him to knock me out.

Dean was checking Bobby's pulse.

Castiel was looking around the symbols and weapons, ignoring my presence.

"Your friend's alive" Castiel said without looking at Dean

"Who are you?" Dean asked

"Castiel" Castiel answered

"Not what he meant" I told Castiel, straightening my back and looking at him without fear "He means what are you?"

Castiel stared at me for a few seconds. His stare felt like the presence on my grave that was pissed off at me "I'm an Angel of the Lord"

"Get the hell out of here" Dean told him "There's no such thing"

"This is your problem, Dean" Dean told him "You have no faith"

Thunder rambled and lighting crashed from outside. Black shadow feathered wings appeared on the wall behind Castiel before fading away

Dean and I took a moment to process what we were shown.

"Some angel you are" I broke the silence, glaring at Castiel "You burned out that poor woman's eyes"

"I warned her not to spy on my true form" Castiel told us "It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that"

"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" Dean asked, exchanging a look with me. Castiel nodded "Buddy, next time, lower the volume"

I nodded in agreement with a grimace, placing a hand in my ear

"That was my mistake" Castiel told us "Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong"

"And what visage are you in now, huh?" Dean asked "What, holy tax accountant?"

"This?" Castiel looked down at his body "This is... A vessel"

Dean raised his eyebrows, "You're possessing some poor bastard?"

"Like a demon?" I asked confused

Castiel gave me a look "He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this"

"Well, I'm not buying what you're selling" Dean told him "so who are you really?"

Castiel frowned "I told you"

"Right" Dean said warily "And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"

"Good things do happen, Dean" Castiel told him, walking closer.

"Not in my experience" Dean told him, looking away

Castiel looked at Dean in confusion. I looked at Dean sympathetically. "What's the matter?" Dean looked back at him. Castiel seemed to realize "You don't think you deserve to be saved?"

Dean didn't answer "Why'd you do it?"

Castiel spoke slowly as if talking to a child, "Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you"

Dean looked at Castiel in confusion.

"How did I get out?" I asked Castiel

Castiel straightened up, glancing between us emotionlessly "You didn't. Dean pulled you out"

I looked at Dean shocked. What?