This story to me is a little wierd. Like a mood swing written down. lol. Well there's a little action and lust so enjoy.
A Bit of Truth
"Hey guys."
"Jill!" Everyone gathered into one big hug. "Wow I didn't think I'd find you all in one place." Jill gave a soft chuckle. "I should have known, Carla's house was always the hang out spot for us. I've missed you guys so much."
"It's been years Jill, where have you been?" Claire asked.
"Oh I..." I cant tell them the truth, they wouldn't believe me Jill thought. "I've been on a road trip with my friends Sam and Dean."
"For this long?"
"I always said I wanted to see the world right? Well it takes a lot longer then a day."
"But its been three years Jill, no calls, no mail, no emails, nothing."
"I've been kinda busy is all." Two hands shoved at Jill's chest. "What the hell is wrong with you!" Jill shouted at Carla.
"Three fucking years Jill. For all I knew you could of been dead, you could have called me."
"We didn't exactly leave on good terms before if you don't quite remember."
"Some best friend you are."
With a hint of anger Jill spoke a calmly. "Best friend? Last thing I remember was my best friend ditching me for her boy friend."
"Oh please, Like you never ditched me for a guy before."
"Never!"
"What about these two boys your on a road trip with."
"I didn't ditch you because of Sam and Dean, and at least they were there for me."
"There for you? You only knew them for a week before your life turned to shit."
"Exactly! I knew them for a week! One week and even after everything went down the way they did they were the ones there for me. Not you! Them! I left because I needed answers."
"Answers for what! Your house burned down Jill, your brother died. It was an accident, no questions about it. You didn't need to hit the road to figure that out!"
"There was nothing left for me here."
"Nothing left, what about us?" Now Carla was talking on behalf of them all.
"What do you want from me Carla? I lost my real family and when I needed YOU most you weren't there. I left for my own personal reasons."
"Yeah those two boys."
"C'mon you two. Jill your finally home, lets go celebrate it." Rebecca insisted.
Jill's gaze focused on Carla's . "What do you have in mind?"
"Well you seem tense so lets go shopping. That always makes you feel better." Claire laughed.
Jill's eyes became more focused with each passing second that Carla and Jill grilled each other.
"Yeah remember when you were on the brink of crying after the tenth grade. You saw that kid Cap with his girlfriend and almost threw up you were so upset. I still don't know why you liked him but then you looked down at you shirt, which let me remind you was and ran into foxy lady. You bought the first shirt you saw and changed into it in the middle of the store, ran outside, threw out the previous one you were wearing and said ' Okay I feel better now' and walked away."
Jill let a smile creep along her tense face. "Yeah, I remember you guys all got mad at me for throwing the shirt out when you all wanted it."
"Yeah well our fantastic four group is back together so lets get a move on and shop."
"Hold on, I got make a quick call."
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Sam and Dean were taking a break from a long day when Dean's phone broke through the silence of the room.
"Sam you get it."
"No way, it's your phone and I just got comfortable."
"You been laying down for like an hour."
"So?"
"Be queer then." Dean got up from his bed and hunted through his jacket to find his cell. "What the hell did I do with it?" He said to himself getting frustrated..
"Uh hum" Sam coughed raising the phone in his hand. " I just wanted to annoy you."
"Your an ass." Dean went to grab the phone but Sa pulled it away hitting the talk button and placing it next to his ear.
"Hello" Sam said pushing Dean away.
"Sam?"
"Jill. When are you coming back? We got a lot of work to do."
"Actually... I'm going to the mall with a few old friends. I'll keep in touch. Update me if you figure out why your old man sent us here."
"You have friends?"
"Very funny. Tell Dean I said no I'm not hooking him up with them."
"Hey, she's hanging out with her friends? Ask her if they're hot?"
"She said no she's not hooking you up with any of them."
"Aw c'mon Jill!" Dean's voice could be heard over the phone.
"Haha. Bye boys."
Sam shut the phone with a grin on his face.
"What are you smiling about?"
"She said she's not hooking you up with them."
"So?"
"She
never said anything about not hooking them up with me." His grin
turned into a full blown smile.
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"Jill lets go!" Jill placed her phone back in her pocket and made her way to a familiar looking car.
"Is this my car?" Jill asked sliding her finger tips along the surface of the red RX7.
"Yeah, we took care of her for you. Here, your driving." Claire said tossing the keys at Jill.
"Your willing to drive in the same car as me... that I'm driving?"
"Yea well hopefully you wont kill us."
"You guys do remember how I drive right?"
"Yeah we do. Its hard to forget when you had us all arrested for racing."
"Hey it wasn't my fault."
"No you only went two hundred miles per hour in a twenty five mile per hour zone."
"No one was there and two hundred is not fast at all."
"Oh my god, just keep it under fifty if you don't mind."
"Alright lets go."
LATER THAT NIGHT:
Jill dropped her friends off home and headed back to the motel where Dean and Sam waited. She slowly opened the door, praying that Sam and Dean had fallen asleep. If they weren't she knew she'd hear it from them about being out to late and not checking in. Over the past three years Sam and Dean had become Jill's new motivation in life, her new family. After her house burning down with her brother still inside she hit rock bottom, drowning at the bottom of an ocean made form her own tears, Dean and Sam became her life jackets. that night constantly haunted her dreams. If it weren't for Sam and Dean barging into her house that night and ripping her out from her sleep she would have been burned alive... but her brother on the other hand was not as fortunate, his dying screams filled her mind with hate and anger that fueled her to get revenge on the bastard demon that took her only family away.
Even when she was little she always knew there was something wrong with that house. At and thirteen she became afraid of her closet, saying something was in it. Her dog would wake her up in the middle of the night barking into and growling uncontrollably with a spike along its back. There were times when her hall way lights dimmed and brightened on its own, nights where she was alone and felt Some one there. She could recall several times that she had been watching t.v. and see a dark figure hovering over her in the reflection of the television set, but when she turned around nothing was there. She hated that house and everyone knew it.
Cautiously poking her head through the door she saw Dean at the far right corner of the room sitting and waiting patiently for her arrival.
"Get in and shut the door." Dean whispered.
"Crap..." Doing what she was told she placed her shopping bags on the table along side Dean.
"What... Where did you get the money for that?"
"My friends missed me." She shrugged.
"Are they hot?"
"Dean." She said gently shoving his shoulder. "Not as hot as me."
"Eww, they must be ugly then."
What was he kidding? She was one of the hottest girls he'd ever met. Of course he had seen hotter, but they always had a bad attitude. Jill was more simple, she didn't need a lot of make up, she didn't need make up at all. She had curly short layered hair that defined her face and made her look much more mature then other girls her age. She was average height but her legs made her look taller then she was. Even before they met her she kept her body fit, always had to be in shape, and her sense of humor was remarkable. Dean had never met a girl with so many quick comebacks and that could laugh at herself in return.
"Yea you know it. They are some fugly mofo's." Both of them let out a soft laugh.
"Seriously, next time check in. Anything can happen to you."
"Aw were you worried about me?"
"Shut up and get to bed."
"Sam's in my bed."
"That's what you get for staying out to late."
"Dean where am I suppose to sleep?"
"Looks like your sleeping with me."
"No, shove him over and you sleep with him and I'll take your bed."
"What do you think I tried doing before, he's taking up the whole bed he's like a rock."
"Fine, but if you so much as touch me-"
"Which we both know you want me to."
"Dean."
"I'm to tired to fool around tonight anyway."
"No ones to tired for this."
"You see your just begging for me to-"
"Eh shut up it was a reflex."
"Uh huh."
She let out a soft chuckle, "Ok Dean, good night." She turned away but quickly turned back around "I don't want to search through our bags." She said extending her hand out.
"Yeah yea, here. You just want me to take my clothes off." Dean took off his shirt and handed it over to Jill.
"Thank you."
As she walked over to there bed she stripped off her tight shirt and replaced it with Deans long loose black T-shirt. Dean walked over to there bed and laid across it. At the same time he took off his belt and placed it on the night stand while watching her at the corner of his eyes. He watched as she slipped off her skin tight jeans, revealing her long luscious legs and cute pink boy shorts.
"Dean stop starring." Jill demanded not even glaring at him.
"How'd you-"
"I know what it feels like to have a guy stare me down."
"What if it were a ghost?"
"There's a difference, trust me. Now goodnight."
She slipped herself under the covers and faced the wall. She didn't mind that Dean was sleeping next to her and that she was only wearing boy shorts and a shirt. She was extremely comfortable with her body and everyone was aware of that. As a matter of fact, the way she dressed and moved got the brothers out of a lot of situations. Ghost were hard to figure out but men weren't, at least not for her. She was a born sweet talker and easy on the eyes. With the right words and the right gestures she was able to persuade several cops to let the brothers go. She never did anything disgraceful though. She felt Dean's back slide against hers and smiled. The truth was she did only ask for his shirt so he'd take it off, she may have been his friend but she was still a girl and knew hotness when she saw it.
"Your touching me."
"Wow Mrs. Literal. Good night Jill."
"Good night Dean."
