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Leah wanted her flat to be empty for a reason. Even now, after furnishing it herself - with a lot of help from Sam and the Birds, she'll admit - it's very sparsely furnished with the absolute minimum of furniature. Even the main room, which is rapdily filling up with computers and one work bench for a variety of projects, is pin-prick organised in a way to make any obsessive compulsive proud.

She still has contact with Oracle, of course, and days spent alone except for the radio aren't the pain they used to be, not when she can lie back on her own hand-picked sofa, with Tschaikovsky playing at a low level.

It's still a little lonely, of course.

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"Some of the details I don't know are her name, who she hangs out with, and what she looks like," Sam replies with a sheepish smile. He nods at her comment, though, bottle lifted to take a drink. "I know. Dean's been doing some research of his own," or hanging out with Jo, Sam isn't exactly sure which, "and I wanted to get at least a working theory before we talked to this girl. No reason giving her false hope."

Leah snorts. "Hope someone knows more than that.

"Yeah, I'm all for being prepared, but I'm a fan of info as well, y'know? Sometimes you don't know what's best for a situation 'til you're in it."

Smirking a little, Sam nods and finishes off his beer. The bottle clinks when he sets it on the coffee table and he leans back against the couch. "Dean knows the girl, or her friend. We'll get to it."

"Keep me informed," Leah tells him. It's an interesting task and she likes being helpful.

And at the same time, she finishes her drink, sets it on the coffee table and turns to sit sideways on the couch, facing him.

"OK, where are these books."

Sam nods, looking at her curiously. "Do you want to come with us?"

The book request makes him grin and reach for them, two or three volumes entirely in braille.

"You think there's a need for me?"

Leah's both happy about this and doubtful.

"I could be a liability if things get hairy."

Like dangerous angry ghosts.

"I think you sound bored here and interested with the job," Sam replies with a shrug. "We've got three cars and four people. Plenty of room."

He saw her with the zombies. She wouldn't be that much of a liability.

In which case, she grins.

"Sounds brilliant, I'd love to go!"

Swallowing a laugh for her excitement, Sam nods and grins at her. "I'll let Dean know, we'll come and get you before we leave."

He'd perhaps understand if he knew how much her friends kept her shut up after the incident.

"Great. That means a lot tome, Sam."

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