A/N - So every time I try to go back to writing an update for The Road Less Traveled, I find myself thinking up other Leah/Dean stories. Which is great for this story because it's almost officially completed.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited, read, and are following this story!
Warning: possible character oocness, cheesiness maybe, grammar spelling and tenses errors.
Setting: I think I may have screwed up the timelines a bit in the last chapter but it should still be considered canon. Hopefully.
Takes place two years after BD and during Season 4 of Supernatural. As for which episode, I've left hints throughout or just bluntly slap you with them, sorry.
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Are you gonna stay the night?
Doesn't mean we're bound for life
So oh, are you gonna stay the night?
- Stay the Night, Zedd ft. Hayley Williams
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If one night is all you can give
Grant me one more
When you go,
Leave the memories,
Behind at the door
II. One More Night
When Dean Winchester cleans his Baby to get rid of the douchery Sam contaminated her with, he finds the small velvet box in the dashboard.
The abandoned engagement ring twinkled up at him in greeting and for a moment, Dean flinches back in surprise at the size of the diamond (weren't college students suppose to be broke as hell?) when he realized that a diamond earring was besides it. It merely took him a moment to remember how it got there.
Sarah.
He smiled and took a moment to wonder about what happened to her during these four years that had passed. Wondered if he would be able to recognize the beautiful young woman or if she had changed drastically.
He left it there and placed the box back inside.
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The squealing of the eight years old-looking Nessie broke through Leah's thoughts and she blinked wearily in the direction it came from. She looked down to glance at her watch, only to realize that she had lost track of time, three hours had passed since she started reading.
Jacob noticed the book was down and waved at her, shouting, "Leah! Join us! The water is perfect!"
He then continued to splash the evading Nessie as she squealed and returned the favor. Leah sighed and instead, turned to continue reading when Jasper came over and handed her a Coke.
"You should take a break. I don't know how much of your mood swings I can take from you." he said drily, nodding to the book.
She shoved him, before saying, "You're just jealous my attention is on something other than you, Jasper Hale."
He threw his head back and laughed.
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In the two years that had passed after Nessie's birth and the Volturi drama against immortal children (which Leah totally understood), Leah's life had improved for the better. The yoga she started doing had reigned in her temper and had improved her control over shifting into wolf mode. Jacob's pack had grown as Quil, Embry, and Colin joined them soon after Sam and Jake agreed to share La Push between the two packs. Despite Embry's and Seth's protests, Jake reconfirmed and established Leah as his Beta, his second and affirmed that the pack must follow Leah's orders as if it was the Alpha's when he was gone.
But still something had been missing.
It wasn't until Nessie almost blew the Cullen's cover over by triggering suspicion on her family and they were forced to move away from Forks, Washington, that Leah decided to pursue a higher education.
And began to piece together a new Leah Clearwater.
It had originally been planned that the Cullens would leave and come back in fifty years but Nessie had demanded that Jacob come with, and where Jacob went, the pack followed. Quil had left their pack to stay close to Claire, Colin to stay near his mother.
The rest followed the Cullens to the Middle-of-Nowhere-that-Takes-Place-in-Horror-Movies, Nebraska. The house that the Cullens brought had been breathtakingly lavish, accompanied by a huge pool that stopped inches from the forest. The only neighbor for miles was in the country fields and it was a creeper by the name of Bill Gibson.
Leah hadn't planned on attending the University of Nebraska or starting her higher education until she successfully stopped shifting. But being around the same people 24/7 was slowly driving her crazy and the yoga was becoming unhelpful. Even the brief escapes into the forest wasn't enough. Every day, she felt as if bitter, harpy Leah was slowly making a comeback and desperately needed a way out.
So when Jasper Hale announced he was going back to get a degree in criminology during dinner, Leah Clearwater leapt at the opportunity and blurted out that she was going to join him. By the stunned looks she had received, she might as well announced she was leaving the pack to have a love child.
"But, I'm not going to study Criminology." she insisted.
And that was how Leah Clearwater found herself alone with Jasper Hale during the morning and evening ride over to the University. Her education, the rest that wasn't covered by the financial aid and scholarships she had been awarded, was paid for by the Cullens as a twisted way of apologizing for screwing up her life.
But if they hadn't, she never would've met Daniel. She forgave them just for that.
On how they became friends was foggy, but Leah managed to pinpoint it happening during spring break when she slept over in the dorms with her new bestie Andrea, and managed to drink enough at the nightclub students frequented that the alcohol made her drunk. Sandra had recounted that Leah had drunk called Jasper to pick her up and left with him.
Jasper refused to tell her how they bonded but the front seat had to be throughly cleaned the next day from the vomit she contributed. There was also the suspicious fact that since then, Leah's classmates kept mistaking Jasper and Leah as a couple, when they were just good friends.
The fact that Jasper Hale and Leah Clearwater were friends stunned everyone except Alice. Alice had merely shook her head at her husband and asked Leah if she could take her shopping.
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Once again, Jasper was holding a one-man intervention against the out-of-print book series Leah read over and over.
"It's just not healthy that you hold so much passion over it. The characters are fictional and you're just driving yourself crazy." he stated as he tried to pry Time Is on My Side-the 23rd book in the series-away from her grip, which tightened.
"No! I need to know what happens, I'm so close to the end!" she stated, glaring at him to let go.
He does but pointedly watched her read the last few pages, knowing how it annoyed her. Finally, she closed it and sighed. Leah locked eyes with Jasper and she leaned over to rest her forehead against his, retaliating for his creepy watching earlier since she knows how much the hotness of her skin bothered him.
"My birthday is coming up soon." she stated, her finger poking his side before she continued, "No Rest for the Wicked is the last book of the series and I need to know how it all ends."
"No." responded Jasper and leaned away from her. "Your fondness for these books is unnatural and unhealthy and it has to stop."
"That's what Jake told Bella about her love for Edward and look where that ended up." she snarked back. Jasper merely rolled his eyes and reaffirmed his refusal, using what she called his General-of-a-freaking-Vampire-Army tone of voice.
But as was now routine for them, Jasper merely protested and later gave in to her requests. On her birthday, Leah received the out-of-print, hard-to-find, last book of the Supernatural book series and immediately began to read it.
The next morning Leah was sobbing into a confused but resigned Jasper's shirt during her break between classes as she dealt with the feels the cliffhanger ending left her with.
(Because she's selfish enough to keep Daniel to herself. Selfish enough not to mention how the description and characterization of Dean Winchester reminded her greatly of him. How she felt it was Daniel that died, being ripped by hellhounds.)
"Dude, what's wrong with your wife? She pregnant?" asked a hipster passing by them.
"She's not my wife." insisted Jasper automatically as he patted Leah awkwardly on the back and tried to manipulate her feelings into calm ones.
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When Dean read about Bill Gibson's death, he grasps to another opportunity to try to repair the broken bond with his brother and just have a normal supernatural hunt.
No Ruby. No Castiel. No angels trying to smite towns. No having to deal with seals breaking and all that crap.
But the hunt didn't turn out to be a normal one either. Not even a supernatural hunt. And Dean screwed up the little he had repaired by revealing to Sam that he had enjoyed torturing souls in Hell. While the girl and the boy made Sam sick at how twisted Gibson had been and how justified they were to kill the man, Sam also felt guilt for not attempting to help the children at least once.
Dean manages to hold back his tongue from carelessly mentioning that he had seen more twisted and incestuous people in Hell. That what Gibson had done was lower-level stuff. It had been the higher-level punishments Dean was forced to dole out that had harden Dean's soul against the cries and made him enjoy their sufferings.
Having left the Carter family to deal with the aftermath, the Winchester brothers were eating dinner at a bar that was obviously a favorite of college students.
And judging by the few college girls he's seen, Dean wasn't complaining even though Sam's bitch face was slowly emerging as the noisiest of the crowd grew. He manages to flirt with a couple from far away while still paying attention to Sam. They were immediately distracted and Sam's bitch face came out in full force as nearly all the girls started to giggle and turned to face the newcomer walking into the bar.
Sam and Dean were immediately set on edge.
He was shorter than Sam by about an inch or two and looked to be entering his early twenties. Light golden eyes scanned the crowd for someone as a hand reached up and raked back the blond curls that fell on his face. The scars were faint, faint enough that normal people wouldn't really notice them but the brothers did.
They also noticed the allure, the compulsion drawing people in that he gave off as he moved through the crowd. Dean quickly calculated that though he was lean, he was muscular enough to hold his own in a fight. In fact, he moved as if ready for battle at any moment, and when the golden eyes flicked quickly in their direction, it clicked for Dean.
He knew they were hunters, a threat.
Feeling cocky, Dean lean back and raised his half-empty beer in mock salutation towards him, before finishing it off. Luckily, Sam had been distracted by a text, and haven't seen him egging on the mysterious supernatural being for a fight.
A raised eyebrow was all he received in his efforts as the stranger ("Jasper Hale" breathed a couple of girls near him) approached a young woman and tapped her.
She turned and Dean's breath was taken away in shock.
It was Sarah.
The long dark hair- which he had enjoyed tangling his fingers in-was gone, replaced by an asymmetrical bob that ended brushing her left shoulder. The dark bedroom eyes were familiar but held a look he always saw in his reflection and looking at Sam-the look of having suffered great pain.
And if her body had been finely shaped before, it was to die for now. The years seemed to have been good for her. He was mentally prepping himself to make a move when Mr. Jasper Hale-suspicious-might-be-supernatural-but-hasn't-done-anything-so-Dean-doesn't-have-an-excuse-to-attack person lifted up his left hand and placed it on Sarah's shoulder, glaring at all the men that were looking, Dean included.
On his left hand was a silver wedding band. Dean felt disappointed, after bedding a married woman who turned out to be needy as fuck and couldn't take a hint that it was a one night stand, he had mostly stayed away from married women.
Mostly.
He was soon distracted by his cheeseburger finally arriving, accompanied by a busty waitress and Sam's rabbit food, and Dean tried to wipe away the disappointment he felt at seeing Sarah taken by flirting with Jean, the waitress.
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"See, this is exactly why everyone thinks we're married and that we're using Alice to hide our relationship from Carlisle." Leah pointed out as she felt the leachery looks she had been getting disappear and looked over her shoulder to see Jasper "oblivious" displaying his wedding ring.
Jasper grinned at her annoyance before upping his barely there Southern accent and said, "Well, ma'am, if you didn't look so beautifully dangerous, I wouldn't feel incline to warn off the men from getting their hearts completely shattered."
Damn him, he knew she loved his accent and she made a face at him.
He laughed and said, "I finished writing my research paper earlier than I estimated and stopped by to see if you wanted a ride back or if you were going to stay the weekend with Andrea, breaking hearts."
"Unfortunately, breaking hearts are part of the weekend plan. I'll call you to pick me up if the action dies." she said, reaching a hand up to caress the side of his face (because two can play the same game).
His face turn serious and he whispered in her ear, "Try not to shift. There are hunters in the city. I'll explain everything later."
With that, Jasper quickly left the bar, not willing to risk a second more among the people. She cursed Jasper for dropping such a cryptic bombshell on her and turned to scan the room for a potential flirtation when she spotted familiar emerald eyes.
Leah immediately zoned into the stranger. It was Daniel, slightly older and a more obvious haunted look in his eyes, talking to a man across him. Had he been one of the men checking her out, threatened by Jasper?
Daniel's dinner companion got up, phone in hand and an apologetic look on his face, and moved away towards the exit. Quickly looking at her reflection in a compact mirror, Leah decided to see if her memories were telling the truth about their one night stand.
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"It's dangerous for a handsome man like yourself to be alone at the bar."
Beautiful Sarah slid into the empty seat Sam had abandoned to call Ruby. Up close, he could see that she was a couple of inches taller than him now but instead of putting him off, it merely drew him in.
A coy smile graced her lips as she waited for him to respond. He smirked, licked his lips as the words came to his tongue for the reply. It felt like their encounter was a week ago, instead of four years. The spark was still there, becoming stronger.
"I have to be," he started off, pausing as his smile grew wide, "in order to attract beautifully dangerous women."
She laughed and he chuckled along with her.
"So you heard what my friend Jasper said." she stated as she leaned forward, elbows on the table, trying to clear away any misunderstandings. He mirrored her action, licking his lips and watched as her eyes began to darken in lust.
"Dean, I'm going to be gone for a day or two..." Sam trailed off as Leah and Dean lean back from each other. Dean shot him a familiar look of annoyance, the one that clearly told Sam his accidental cockblocking was not appreciated.
"Dean? Funny, could've sworn your name was Daniel."
Sam winced as he took in the sight of the beautiful woman. Not only had he ruined the mood, Sam had blown Dean's cover story, and he opened his mouth to pretend he had the wrong guy when Dean gave her a sly grin.
"And I could've sworn your name was Sarah." he shot back at her.
The look of surprise was priceless, followed by a sheepish look. Sam decided to leave and text his brother the details later.
"How did you know it wasn't my name?" she asked him softly.
He smiled, pointed at her purse, and said, "Your college id is showing the name Leah from the side pocket."
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After each of them confirmed that they were now using their real first names, the conversation strayed to a dangerous path where both Leah and Dean tried to explain what they've been up to these years.
Finally, Leah gave up, and said, "How about we have this conversation back at your place?"
Outside, in the Impala, Dean read the texts Sam sent and texted back a reply. Leah quickly texted Andrea what was happening and smiled at Dean afterwards.
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If the first time had been passionate, the second time burnt of it.
They have yet to enter the motel room, Leah's back prevented it being opened and as their tongues twisted against each other, neither cared.
Wrapping her legs lightly around his waist, her hands grasping his neck, Leah tried to slump to be the same height as Dean but instead, he prevented it by pressing closer to her and trapping her to the door.
And she loved it.
The kisses were hard and fast, followed by brief soft ones as time passed them by. It was only when whistles and drunk encouragement from the other street broke through their self-absorbancy and they realized that they had an unwanted audience that Dean fumbled with opening the door.
When they entered, Leah pushed him against the closed-door and began to undo his buckle, a lustful coy smile on her face. While Dean missed the long silky strands, he had to admit that the hair style framed her face perfectly. As soon as she was done, he took her to bed and returned the favor.
Her memories didn't do him justice.
Multiple times, their activities were interrupted by sudden hard thuds on the wall from the room next door, but with a wicked grin on both faces, Dean and Leah would resume what they're doing even louder.
Finally, they fell asleep, limbs intertwined.
And Dean did not visited Hell in his dreams this time.
(Instead he dreamt of a little girl running to him from the house, her delicate hand clasping his, calling him Daddy.)
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The next morning, Dean woke up to see Leah hadn't left during the night and had in fact cuddled up to him, one arm hugging his waist to prevent his leaving without her noticing. So he closed his eyes and went back to sleep, reciprocating her possessive move by intertwining his fingers gently in her hair.
That afternoon, they went to the diner for breakfast, drawing eyes on how mismatched they looked but they didn't give a damn.
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The second (the third) night was bittersweet.
Having finished whatever business he had with Ruby, Sam was coming in the morning and was ready to leave Nebraska behind. Dean had told Leah half-truths, that their job had them constantly on the road.
While the previous two nights they had been fiery and fast, they took their time and somehow it was much more satisfying.
Dean noticed she had a tribal tattoo, she noticed he had an occult one near his collarbone. The raised scar in the shape of the hand drew her eye immediately and she wondered how on earth she missed that. He noticed the faint puckered scar on her thigh that had resulted from protecting her Alpha.
And so on it went. Each of them playing the other's body masterfully, bringing the other to new heights. It was only when he was riding her that Dean looked down and noticed the sole diamond earring on her right ear. Her hair had always covered it and he had done his best to tangle his fingers into it this time, drawing it away from her face.
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When Leah woke up, Dean was gone.
Her heart wrenched, despite the many warnings, and Leah swore that it did not hurt, that he hadn't woken her up for a goodbye.
The door to the bathroom opened and Dean came out of it, smiling at her.
"Hey, Sam went to get breakfast and after that, we're heading out. Want us to drop you off somewhere?"
She shook her head no and tried not to let the relief show on her face. He sat besides her, looking uncertain as he held out something between two fingers.
The other diamond earring.
Her smile was brilliant as she said, "I thought it was gone for good. My grandmother gave them to me when I pierced my ears. A family heirloom she said they were."
He chuckled, "Well, good thing I kept it, right?"
They laughed and she let him gently put the earring on.
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There were three things Sam Winchester was absolutely positive about:
First, Leah was a supernatural being. Second, there was a part of him- and he didn't know how right that part might be- that thought drinking her blood would give him the needed power to off Lilith.
And third; his brother Dean was deniably in love with her.
She shattered the type Sam had long thought Dean went for. Dark bedroom eyes scanned his, trying to figure out if he liked her or not, as her short black hair softly waved in the morning breeze. Leah was taller than Dean to the point that she was only a few inches shorter than Sam himself. There was a prideful stubbornness to the high cheekbones and chin and Sam hid a smile behind his breakfast croissant. Perhaps her stubbornness was a match to Dean's.
"So, are you a student?" Sam inquired, nodding to the incriminating id that peeked out of Leah's purse next to her.
They were at a picnic table at the park, eating breakfast. The parking lot was a short distance away and the Impala sparkled with the soft morning light that shined on her. The few joggers and runners that have passed by had casted wierd looks at the trio before passing them.
Leah nodded and when she spoke, her voice was strong with a hint of a commanding tone in it,"I'll be entering my third year soon and declaring. I haven't decided if I want to go into criminology or become an English major."
Dean nudged Sam and turned to Leah with pride oozing all over him.
"Sammy here went to Stanford on a full ride to pursue becoming a lawyer."
"Dean."
"Really? Are you practicing now? Or barely going to pass the bar test?" Leah asked, intrigued. But it seemed to have been the wrong thing to say as Sam's face screwed up momentarily with pain and Dean looked chastised, as if he had revealed something he shouldn't have. Something nagged in Leah's mind.
The moment passes when Dean slaps Sam on the back and said,"Nah, Sammy couldn't handle the cold-hearted world of lawyers. Don't let him fool you, he's such a huge softy inside."
Sam grimanced and Leah threw her head back in laughter. The move revealed that she wore diamond earrings, familiar, and Sam squinted his eyes for a better view.
It was the same design and pair. Sam excused himself momentarily to the Impala, the excuse to retrieve the spare napkins in the dashboard, and confirmed his suspicions.
The diamond earring inside the velvet box was gone.
Dean was totally in love with Leah.
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When Jasper Hale picks up Leah on his way to the University from the park, she is unusually silent. Her face is one he usually sees during her research mode and her shoulders were slumped. The emotions he read from her were disbelief, sadness, and happiness.
Leah turned to him and said, "You were going to tell me about hunters."
And so he did.
The Supernatural book series did held truth about Hunters, human beings who were touched by tragedy and battled the supernatural to keep them from harming others. More often than not, their enemies were ghosts and vampires, of which there were so many. Jasper himself, had killed many Hunters in Mexico, who had been after Maria Magdalena y el General Gringo.
They had the right idea at the time in thinking that if they killed the cause of chaos, the Vampires fighting for reigning dominance, the turmoil would slowly disappear.
"Do you think they got her in the end?" she interrupted, hoping that the hunters had and that the bitch had suffered through it.
"I honestly don't know," Jasper admitted as he pondered and calculated the situation he left years ago, "I know hunters succeeded in killing José el Bautista and Dolores de la Cruz shortly after I left, two of Maria's biggest threats and rumored to be older than she. From before the time of the Aztec Empire to be exact. Based on that, yes, it's possible Maria has met her end at the hands of hunters."
The last time Jasper Hale had killed a hunter was during spring break when he had almost succeeded in killing a drunk Leah.
"What? Why don't I remember this?" exclaimed Leah, disturbed that someone almost offed her. Um, was she secretly some crazed bitch trying to take over the country? No. But she figured that was the Fates screwing with her. Sometimes the crazy people had all the luck.
"You fell out of the third floor window." said Jasper flatly, eyes dark as he remembered, "The force cracked your skull and Carlisle was worried that you wouldn't remember anything at all. The scent of your blood overwhelmed the dark desire to drink the hunter's blood before killing him so I quickly killed him and burned down the warehouse before taking you to Carlisle at the hospital."
Leah wonders if it said something about her when a guy just offhandedly mentions killing someone for her and her spirits automatically raised.
She punched Jasper.
"I knew we bonded over something."
Jasper shook his head and switched the subject by saying, "Do you remember Esmé telling all of us that our neighbor was strangely murdered? The new neighbors discovered why and how."
Leah listens as he recounted what Edward and he managed to piece together the ordeal the Carter family had gone through. Rosalie and Emmett had immediately brought the house off them at three times the price the family had brought it for.
But no matter how hard she tried to listen, her mind kept drifting to one constant thought that had nagged at her ever since seeing the Impala and Sam.
If hunters were real, were the fictional brothers also real?
0o0o0
Before Dean Winchester fully decided to become Heaven's bitch, he texted Leah.
In a stroke of devious genius, Sammy had "borrowed" Leah's phone to call Ruby on the pretense that his had died and added Dean's main phone number in it. He later did the same to Dean, adding Leah's.
So they texted constantly and occasionally called each other.
It had been shortly after the whole "Chuck is a prophet and people are going to worship you decades from now (Is this what happened to Jesus?) because he was writing the Winchester Gospel without your expressive permission ordeal," that Leah had texted him:
Is your full name Dean Winchester?
He had replied, Yes. Supernatural series?
Yes.
And that was the end of that. There was no fangirling to rival Becky's or confirmation that she was solely a Dean fan or a slash fan (He hoped not). Leah didn't ask how he came back to life, how Hell was, even though he suspected it was killing her to know. They moved on to other topics and while Leah expressed an interest in merging herself into the hunter life, Dean had convinced her to finish her degree first, mentioning that it was something Sam secretly regretted.
This time, he texted Shit's about to go down.
She instantly replied I've seen the signs. What's going on?
Sam's going through some heavy withdrawal and I need to save him by dealing with some dicks.
Good luck.
He texted her one last time before he walked into the junkyard and called Cas down.
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When Zachariah sleazy offers Ginger and anything else he wants, Dean's mind flashes to Leah briefly before he automatically casts the idea out.
The unreadable smile on Zachariah's face makes Dean aware that it did not escape the angels' notice and he flashes through a couple of his best one night stands as if considering the angel's offer.
Dean remarks,"Tempting. Weird."
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He buries deep the growing feelings for Leah, deep underneath all the other shit he's buried.
Because his love for Sam had gotten them here.
And he fears what his love for Leah would lead to.
0o0o0
His final text reads Keep reading the signs, Leah. Stay away from it and forget me. Go be with Jasper Hale.
When Leah tries to call him, the number rings as disconnected and for her to hang up and dial again. She hangs up and begins to pace. Why did everyone think Jasper and she had a thing going on?
She paces through the night and everyone excluding her pack brothers and Nessie knows about it. Jasper and Edward knows she is waiting urgently but for what they don't know. (An accidental benefit from getting the same tattoo as Sam and Dean. The mind reading nosy bastard couldn't read her thoughts anymore.)
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Leah, dear, are you all right?" whispered Esmé, and Leah could picture how elegantly trophy wife she looked, worried about the lone wolf girl.
"Yes. Don't worry, Esmé, I'm just thinking about that research paper I wrote. I cited it MLA style and I just remembered the prof asked for Turbian style." she bullshitted, not even feeling guilty about the lie.
Esmé softly laughed.
"Only a small problem. You will pass."
"I hope so." she said.
Esmé left and Leah collapsed on the bed, typing out a reply to Dean's text.
Jasper already has his happy ending. Give me one more night. Promise to forget after.
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The next morning, Leah Clearwater woke up to see no new messages were waiting for her. During breakfast, where Nessie told Jake her plans for the day, Leah watched as the news reporter told everyone about the natural disasters that were occurring, the massacres happening overnight, and the increase of people missing.
The signs were slapping her in the face.
Seth turned to her and remarked, "Seems like the Apocalypse is happening now."
"Maybe it is." she said, her eyes never leaving the tv screen.
He never texts her back.
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She loved with everything she had and selfishly.
If her love for Sam Uley had broken her to the point of death, was her love for Dean Winchester going to end her?
And so she tries, burying deep her feelings inside her pieced together heart.
A/N- So one more chapter to wrap up and we're done. Originally it was going to be Jacob/Leah friendship but Jasper appeared instead. I hope he didn't come off as too ooc, since this is the first time I really wrote him.
Fun fact: I had long ago planned on writing a one-sided Jasper/Maria fic to explore his past properly and what happened to Maria when she was betrayed. What Jasper reveals to Leah in this chapter was a part of that story. The story was never properly written because I realized there were few out there who were interested in that part of Jasper's past, the most popular being after he betrayed Maria and meeting Alice. Sad face.
If people wanted a translation on the Spanish: "Mary Madaglene and the Foreign/American General, John the Baptist, and Dolores of the Cross."
Please review and tell me what you think of the second chapter. Until next time!