Well hello! :)

So as you all know, this is a Sammy story! For those of you who have not read my previous Dean trilogy, I'd like to mention that while you don't necessarily need to read that to get this one, I think it would be cooler to read that first because you won't get the feel of Jenny and Dean in this story. (Yes, Dean has a girl in this story!) It would also help so that it would make sense whenever I make previous references about Dean and Jenny's past, since to be totally honest, we will be mentioning them a lot in the first few chapters, and they will continue to appear in the next. :)

Anywho, THIS is a Sammy story, and I just hope you can enjoy it. Probably set somewhere around season 2 and 3. Hope you like!

Let me just say that the more reviews I get (whether constructive criticism or shouts of praise...lol) will definitively motivate me to update faster. The more reviews I get, the more you get as well. My muse works faster when she feels that there is actually someone out there reading this stuff...hehe :) :) :)


It happened shortly after John's death. Dean, Jenny, and Sam were on the road together, trying to go on with their lives. The sudden and in some ways inexplicable death of their father had done nothing to restore Sam and Dean's presently strained relationship, and it took all of Jenny's lovin' and honey to keep the wheels running with as many minor squeaks as possible. Not that it was easy. Dean and Jenny had never done as much hollering at each other like at that moment in their lives. Truth be told, it made Sam sad to see Jenny act more like Dean every day. She kept her feelings more to herself, unlike the vulnerable, sweet, and honest to goodness kid that Dean had once described to Sam. If she ever broke down or let her feelings run away with her, it rarely showed. Only Dean still got to see that old and almost forgotten side of Jenny—and even then it was not often. Other than Dean, the only times she shared a 'moment' was with Sam, and only when she felt like Sam needed a mother's touch. There was a motherly side to Jenny that could show itself with Sam, seeing how much she owed him as well. Because Sam also had taken it upon himself to care for her, especially during those times that Dean would leave her behind unexpectedly on a hunt, making her feel left out. Sam never forgot to call every day, just to make sure Jenny knew that Dean was ok. Something for which Jenny was profoundly grateful.

But it didn't really matter. The fact of the matter was that Dean was so much alike to Jenny, that they both understood each other perfectly. There was something about not letting down your guard that made them both feel safer. If they needed to share a 'moment', it could be done in private. No need to let the whole world see you deep down inside like you really were. Usually a look or a touch was enough to let the other know that something was wrong. Which was why it seemed to Sam that they never really talked or shared their feelings with one another. But that wasn't it at all. It was simply that they preferred to save the emo moments for those rare one on one times. Much as they loved Sammy, neither Jenny or Dean were about to allow themselves to get anywhere close to the neighborhood of emotional vulnerability with Sam around to hear in.

End result? Sam had never felt so alone and left out in his life. Jess was long gone. Dean had Jenny. Dad was gone. His father, the man who had practically told him to leave and with whom he had never had the chance to make his peace with. The wounds wrung deep into Sam's soul. Very. He needed desperately to talk to someone, to find someone he could trust to share and expose his pathetic and torn up self to. But who? Dean didn't take to 'bonding time' too well. Past experience had taught him that only too well. Sam was learning to stuff his feelings inside and act like it wasn't even that bad to begin with. Almost as if he were trying to be Dean. But it only worked so well.

Because…well…Sam….well, Sam wasn't Dean.

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"Ok, so there's a diner about five miles from here. I say we stop for a bite and then head back up on the road. That sound ok with you, babe?" asked Dean from his stance in the driver's seat as he turned to the right to where Jenny was sitting next to him.

Wrapped up in a blanket, and still somewhat groggy from her long nap on the road, Jenny yawned and nodded simply, before closing her eyes again and covering her face with the blanket.

Dean shrugged. "Ok, Sammy?" he then asked his kid brother who had been sitting noiselessly in the back seat.

Without turning around from his current pastime of glancing outside the window, Sam shrugged carelessly. "Yeah, whatever."

Dean turned his eyes back to the road and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to the rock tune playing on the radio, he tilted his head with lifted eyebrows. "Ok," he confirmed to himself with a shrug.

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Stepping outside the car to the diner where Dean had parked the Impala, Sam looked with something akin to amusement as his eyes fell on the strange pair in front of him. Dean had opened the Jenny's door matter of factly for her, and had wrapped his arm possessively around her small waist as they walked to the diner door. Not that that in itself surprised Sam. It was normal for Dean to have Jenny in what seemed an eternal arm lock any time they were out on the streets, as long as they weren't playing out as deputies or FBI agents on a case. Ever since Jenny's rape, Dean had become at times ridiculously overprotective over Jenny's small frame. He never let her out of his sight, and held her close to himself every damn minute of the day. Almost as if he was daring any man to mess with his girl.

It made Sam smile to see him like that. It was so…well…sweet. Which was funny because Dean wasn't gushy and romantic. The way he grabbed Jenny around the waist reminded him of the way he guarded his Impala from any possible scratch or fleck of dirt. No harm was even remotely possible of happening to Jenny as long as she was right by his side, Dean figured. Hey…it just wasn't going to happen. Jenny for her part always submitted wordlessly to his almost suffocating embrace. In fact, Sam had noticed that whenever they left their motel room, she would instinctively lean onto his side, expecting him to wrap his protective arm around her form. Although she never expressed it, Sam couldn't help but notice that Jenny never seemed fully at ease in the streets unless Dean was holding on to her. As long as she was by his side, she was quiet, peaceful like—even with color in her naturally pallid face.

But the things Sam enjoyed most of all was seeing how much alike they seemed. And it was in truth interesting to behold. Because Jenny seemed every day more and more like the miniature copy of Dean. Or at least the female version of him, if that was even possible. Her long, charcoal wavy hair fluttering in the wind, when standing side by side with Dean made a curious picture. She wore dark jeans, tight t-shirts, and boots. And last but not least, she always wore the famous leather jacket that Dean had bought her in the Goodwill store so long ago. That jacket always made Sam smile. It was one of the many ways that Jenny had found to be like Dean. Because no matter how childish that may have sounded to the world, Jenny didn't give a damn. She loved and looked up to Dean like no else in the world, and she wanted to be just like him. She had even gotten hooked onto his same music, learning to enjoy his own tastes and Dean had found to his surprise that his girl didn't consider his 'mohawk rock' as outdated as Sam did. They had fun times singing it in the car, with Jenny swinging along to the music while Dean sang in his deep husky voice. Dean told himself that he followed Jenny's lead more to annoy Sammy boy than anything else, but deep down inside, he couldn't help think that his chick rocked. Hey…she took up everything he took up and did it even better! Dean no longer took it as much to heart if Sammy didn't always listen to him or if he didn't enjoy the same music he did. Jenny knew he was the badass and that was more than enough to feed his ego. What more did he want out of life? Sooner or later, Sammy too would grow up and realize that he, Dean, had been right all along.

Sam sighed. Jenny and Dean…what with all their thick headedness and occasional squabbles seemed so perfect for each other. Dean was happy. Actually happy. He hadn't seen Dean like that in a long time. He hadn't even thought it was possible for his one night stand brother to settle down with one girl. Which made Sam wonder. If DEAN could get a nice girl like Jenny to pick up after his messes…a girl who backed up his brother no matter what and who worshipped the ground he tread on…what the hell was wrong with him? I mean…for crying out loud…why was it that Dean always got the girl? He wasn't that bad looking, after all. True, Dean did have that rugged, badass look which made girls swoon at his feet. But Sam wasn't too bad along the muscular line either, and he had a charm of his one. He always treated women with respect and he had always been of the 'one woman' kind of mentality. So why…why couldn't he get lucky like Dean and find a girl that loved him if even half as much as Jenny doted after Dean?

It wasn't that Jess was forgotten. Hell…Jess would always live in Sam's heart. She had been his first girl. He wasn't likely to forget her. But that had been over a year ago, and Sam had found to his surprise that his heart was healing. That the faint possibility of meeting another special person was not so horrible and out of place after all. In fact, Sam was downright starting to feel the void of not having a woman in his life. And no amount of porno was going to help with that, no matter what Dean said. Screw Dean, anyway. What did he know about having a normal relationship with women anyway? Because no matter how much Dean and Jenny were glued to each other practically 24 hours a day, their relationship was anything BUT normal. Theirs was one long and freakingly insane history of randomness and comical incidents that had somehow had brought them closer together than the hydrogen and oxygen found in a single water molecule.

So, why couldn't he be lucky enough to meet some other nut just like them who wouldn't mind living on the road, staying at second rate motels, and eating greasy and stomach unsettling meals for the rest of their crappy hunter lives? Was it really that much to ask?

Sam smiled sarcastically to himself.

This was going to be another long night. And he had a feeling he wasn't getting any closer to settling this 'problem' than he had been the night before.

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"Earth to Sammy," a husky voice called out to Sam's foggy brain. Not getting a response, Dean suddenly clapped his hands hard in front of Sam's face, trying to snap him out of his trance.

Sam blinked in surprise and looked back at Dean with annoyance written all over his face. "Hey!" he protested irritably.

"He lives," announced Dean to a giggling Jenny beside him who had watched the interchange with interest. Honestly, seeing Dean and Sam squabble was like having her own private comic relief. Not she ever said as much. She was too smart for that.

"You were a million galaxies away, Sam," murmured Jenny with a slight smile.

"I was thinking," protested Sam.

Dean threw back his head and roared. Sam's burrowed brow and puppy dog eyes looked quite comical indeed, and coupled with this earth shattering announcement, only served to make Dean laugh his head off.

"What's so funny?" muttered Sam as his cheeks flushed slightly.

"You are, princess," Dean smirked irritably.

Sam huffed visibly, and crossing his arms across his chest, rolled his eyes.

Jenny swallowed a sip of her water and nudged Dean under the table. After all, enough was enough and she knew Dean never missed a chance to pull one over Sam. But Sam looked tired tonight and she figured that he wasn't up to Dean acting like…well…like Dean.

"What?" voiced Dean in protest to Jenny in response to her nudge. After all, he was having fun.

"You think we could crash into a closer motel than the one you guys were thinking of?" asked Jenny, ignoring his question.

Dean frowned, not getting it. "Why?"

"I'm a little tired…and well…my back hurts from the bumpy road…" Jenny trailed off in a tiny voice. True, she was tired and her back was a little soar, but she wouldn't have mentioned anything had it not been for the fact that she figured this would be the best way to switch Dean's one channel mind from harping at Sam nonstop till they reached whatever motel they had been planning to go to.

Dean whipped his head around to Jenny, his full attention on her, seemingly leaving Sam in the background. "You took your pills today?" Dean barked, as he looked at the circles under her eyes with worry.

After loosing her baby, Jenny had been experiencing severe hormonal problems, and the last doctor she had dared to see had given her some hormonal treatment which Dean had insisted on her following to the tee. He wasn't going to have Jenny get sick while he was around.

"Yes, master," Jenny laughed softly, making Sam smirk, despite himself.

Dean rolled his eyes at her comment. "You better." Then he put one hand on her face, and gently lifting an eyelid looked at her eyes, to make sure they didn't seem red or watery, one of the signs the doctor had told him to look out for. He sighed with visible relief as his full inspection proved them both to be healthy looking. Apparently the only thing wrong with her was lack of rest—and that was easily cured. Picking up the tab, he decided to find a motel and settle down for a couple of weeks in the nearest town, if only to make sure that Jenny was fine. He wasn't about to take any risks. But he didn't say so. He would tell Jenny tomorrow, after a good night's rest.

"Ok, troopers, we're gonna go hit the sack in the nearest motel. That satisfactory for all parties concerned?" asked Dean playfully with a boyish smile.

Jenny and Sammy nodded, as Dean stood up from the table and headed to the cash register to pay the tab, leaving Jenny and Sam together at the table. Seeing Dean a few good feet away to listen to their conversation, Sam smiled his gratefulness at Jenny and gave her a brotherly pat on her hand which was resting on the table.

"Thanks, Jenny, I owe you one," he breathed out as he rolled his eyes in Dean's direction. He couldn't help but notice that lately Dean seemed to get more on his nerves.

Jenny smirked and crossed her arms as she tilted her head at him from across the table. "Why, I haven't the faintest idea of what you're talking about, Sammy boy."

Sam shook his head and chuckled. "You've got Dean wrapped around your little finger, and he doesn't even know it," he mumbled in disbelief. "All you gotta do is ask him with those puppy dog eyes of yours and bingo, Dean does what he's bid." He paused. "How do you do that?" he couldn't help adding.

Jenny looked at him warily and sighed. "I don't try to trick Dean into doing anything, Sam. I mean, if he's acting like a dick and giving you a hard time, I try to make him buzz off ya, but I never try to use my womanly wiles to make him do what I want. I don't appreciate people who do that."

Sam blushed, and felt bad for having said that. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean…"

"And secondly," Jenny interrupted him softly, "Dean knows I don't give him crap about something unless I really need something. So when I ask for something, he usually listens and gives me what I need." She paused and a girlish smile played upon her dainty lips. "Dean is a good man, Sam. He just doesn't show his best side to everyone. And my guess is he doesn't show it often enough to you. And I'm sorry because I know you need it more now than ever, but he just doesn't know how to, you know?" She stopped, not wanting to mention their father's loss directly, hoping that Sam would get her full meaning. "He is after all…Dean," she giggled.

Sam chuckled. "You said it, sister."

Dean walked back to where they were still sitting and looked at the smiling pair curiously. "What's the joke?" he finally asked as Jenny got up and leaned instinctively into his side and Sam got up and stood along side of them with a funny grin on his face.

"We were just having a moment, sweetie," Jenny crooned. "You wanna share something too?"

Sam laughed. Jenny was unbelievable at times. What with the way she never lied, yet at the same time, always got off the hook from giving a direct answer unless she really wanted to.

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Dean dropped off their duffle bags on the bed and switched the light on as Jenny closed the door. They had just booked two rooms and Sammy had already settled down into his, while Jenny and Dean were currently entering theirs. Dean plopped down on the bed and ran his hand through his face and sighed wearily as is eyes followed Jenny's form which was taking out her pajamas from her dark purple duffle bag. She was pulling out some black slacks and a yellow snoopy T-shirt. Without a word she entered the bathroom and exited a few minutes later, ready for bed.

"Hazme campito, niño," Jenny rattled off mechanically.

Dean scooted over, having learned long ago that was Spanish slang for 'make room for me, boy'. He rolled his eyes. What was the world coming to when you couldn't get your girl to speak to you in an intelligible language?

"I'm not a boy," protested Dean.

Jenny settled down under the covers, and smirked slightly. "That's funny…I was under the impression you were."

"Do I look like a boy to you, woman?" Dean returned as he stuck out his chest and flexed his biceps making Jenny laugh.

"If we divided the world into boys and girls, you'd be a boy," Jenny pointed out cheekily.

Dean grunted and slipped into the covers next to her.

"Hey, if it's any consolation, I think you're the handsomest stud in the street," Jenny chuckled. Then she felt herself lifted onto her lover's chest, and engulfed by two strong arms. "Ooh…Touché."

"Shhh," growled Dean in her ear as he kissed her and tightened his grip around her. Then he looked at her and flashed her his best smile.

"Aw, you're cute," Jenny said impishly, knowing full well how Dean's soul cringed from chick flick moments.

"If I didn't know better woman, I'd say you were treading on mighty thin ice," Dean retorted.

"Oh, like I'm scared now," Jenny teased him on, loving every minute of it.

"You should be…considering you're pretty tied up at the moment," Dean drawled out as he tightened his already vice like grip on her small form.

Jenny laughed in his face and pulled him into a hell of a kiss, her mouth exploring Dean's, until both of them had to pull apart, breathless.

"Wow," was Dean's sole response.

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Sam sighed and looked blankly at the laptop in front of him. He had originally turned on his laptop to check to see if there were any possible cases near their current location since Dean had mentioned briefly to Sam that Jenny looked tired and he wanted her to rest up some more before they moved on. He wanted him to look around for a case nearby, so Jenny could rest up in the same motel they were checking in. When Sam had asked him why he didn't look up a case, Dean had cheekily responded that he had to make sure Jenny got her rest. To which Sam had snorted, knowing full well Dean was going to do a hell of a lot more than just make sure that 'Jenny got her rest'.

Which was how Sam had ended up brooding alone in his room in the motel, in the room next to Dean's and Jenny's. Sam huffed and crossed his arms as he suddenly looked in disgust at the search engine staring at him from his laptop screen. He was sick of this. He really was. He was sick and tired of Dean always getting laid while he got to do all the damn homework. He rolled his eyes and slapped the computer shut, while he got up and irritably shoved the chair he had been sitting in away, making it topple over.

Then he heard a faint sound of laughter rippling from the room next door. Next thing he knew, a distinct sound of a crash reached his ears, making him wonder briefly whether Dean had broken the bed. It wouldn't be the first time he had achieved that feat when he and Jenny were left to their own devices. Sam had lost count of how many times they had had to pay damages to motel owners. Yup, must be the bed… Sam confirmed to himself as a now roaring laughter followed the crashing sound. Dean and Jenny were probably laughing themselves sick. Sam scowled. Hell…it made him sick. Being all alone in a damn second rate motel, with no one to keep him company but the stupid laptop. Screw Dean…Sam muttered to himself. He wants a case, he can go get himself one… He stepped over to his bed and slipped on his jacket, as he tried to shut out the happy noise from the next room from his ears. He knew he was sulking and he planned to fully enjoy it.

He opened the door and walked out into the chilly night. Without thinking much about it, he suddenly found his feet leading him to a local bar that he remembered having seen about a few blocks from there. In a matter of minutes he had already reached it and entering it, he headed to the counter, and sat down on a seat. Resting one arm on the counter, he signaled the bar tender over with his index finger.

"What can I getcha?" asked the man with a sigh. Sam couldn't help noticing he looked tired.

"A beer," Sam responded simply.

The bar tender nodded and handed one over, before walking over to another customer at the end of the counter, leaving Sam to his thoughts. As Sam dipped it and took a long gulp, he laid it back down on the counter and exhaled heavily. Feeling down, he closed his eyes and rubbed them, trying to drown out the buzz of the many people around him talking and laughing drunkenly. A guy can't even hear himself think around here…

"Hi, stranger," a honey sweet voice drawled out close to Sam. Too close.

As Sam's eyes flipped open, he found the high pitched voice belonged to a strawberry blonde with bewitching hazel eyes. Sam tried to adjust his eyes to the dim lighting and peered closer into her eyes, trying to figure out exactly what tone her eyes really were. They were blue. No, they were green. Give it up… Sam finally told himself as he realized their hues changed with the lighting.

"Hey," Sam finally responded quietly. Then he mentally slapped himself for sounding like a dork. Only a dork wouldn't have come up with a decent comeback. Dean would have known just what to say.

But apparently the pretty blonde didn't think he sounded like a dork. She flashed him her best smile and leaned slightly into him, making Sam get a sniff of her scent. She smelled of vanilla and cinnamon and her shoulder length wavy blonde hair looked sleek and shiny, making Sam wonder briefly what it would feel like to run his hand through her hair.

"The name is Vivian," she introduced herself. "And you would be…?"

"Sam," came the sole response.

"You the new kid in the block? I don't think I've ever seen you before," she added with a bright smile. Her teeth were small, and she looked like an impish seven year old when she smiled.

Sam smiled despite himself. He had to admit the kid was friendly. And getting a little attention was certainly refreshing. He was getting kind sick of always feeling like the third stooge when he was hanging out with just Jenny and Dean. Oh, not that he didn't like Jenny. He liked her swell. She was a fighter, and he respected her for all she had gone through. Plus she was the only women who had not only managed to make Dean ridiculously happy, but also did everything within her power to make life as smooth and happy for both he and his brother. The girl was a glimmer of hope into their rotten hunter's lives.

But that didn't make Sam feel any less lonely. He wanted a girl too.

"I guess you could say that," Sam responded lightly to the girl. "I'm kinda passing through."

"Road trip?" she asked as she settled back for a chat. She seemed more than willing to talk as long as he wanted to.

Sam smirked. "Yeah, you could call it that," he mumbled as he took a swig of his beer.

"Cool! I like road trips! You doing it all by yourself handsome?" she grinned flirtatiously.

"I'm actually with my brother and his girlfriend," Sam replied distractedly.

Sensing he wasn't too much into their conversation, she tried again. "So how long you planning on staying, Sam?"

Sam shrugged. "Probably not long," he responded honestly. "We never do," he then added despite himself, making him bite his tongue. You're letting your tongue run away with you…

Vivian looked at him curiously and knit her eyebrows in thought. "You sound down, kiddo," she finally said. "You look like you could use some excitement."

Sam snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah…right…"

Ignoring his last comment, Vivian stood up and tugged his arm. "Common' Grumpy, let me show you what we do for fun in my town," she grinned at him as her lively eyes danced with mischief.

Not getting up, but at the same time not pulling away from her grasp, Sam looked at her skeptically. "Such as…"

gasp! such AS?!?!?! :) hehe