This is my first Supernatural Fanfiction.

Tell me if it's good, bad, ugly.

Loves you! ~Iska

AU Note: This takes place a while after Sam and Dean met Matt(I think this was his name) with the ability to move objects with his mind. He was the one that was beaten as a kid by his dad. I'm not 100% on the episode number but I know it was Season one. They have met Ellen by this time and are in contact with her.

Sam moved silently though the halls of the empty apartment building. He had pulled a fire alarm only moments before to evacuate the building. Ellen had gotten a tip that a demon was living on the top floor loft and eating children every few days. Naturally Sam and Dean would look into this for her. Sam turned his gun around the corner and saw an apartment with the door slightly ajar.

From what he could see, there was a girl dancing around in her underwear inside. Hadn't she heard the fire alarm? Or was she the demon? Sam was on the top floor, but he didn't think he was near to the loft yet.

Sam pushed the door open lightly and stepped in. Clearly the girl or demon could not hear for the fact that she had huge headphones on her head. The headphones also made sense of why she didn't evacuate the building.

"DJ put that record on that's my song, that's my shit!" the girl sang terribly and popped he butt backwards towards Sam.

"And I ain't to pretty to slap a hoe! All you girls acting shitty better hit the back door!" The girl swung her arms like a bat and still never noticed Sam was behind her.

"Um, excuse me!" Sam yelled, he didn't wan to touch her and frighten her.

The girl swung he head around, "I think we're out numbered! Fuck it, I got a baseball bat!"

Sam was just about to reach out and touch her when she started bouncing back towards him, "Bet you wanna see this booty bounce!"

The tall brunette flushed a light red as the girl bumped her butt against his waist.

The girl flailed and collapsed on the floor in a crumpled heap. She grabbed a spoon near to her and held it out in front of her like a knife. Pushing the headphones back she asked, "Who the hell are you! Why are you in my apartment! Why do you have a gun!"

"Whoa whoa, calm down. Just calm down," Sam said easing his hand out in front of his body. He slipped the gun into the back of his pants.

"I'll kill you with this!" the girl screamed scrambling to her feet.

Sam smiled, "Okay, okay. The fire alarm was pulled and you were supposed to evacuate the building."

"Uh huh. So why aren't you gone? Why do you have a gun?"

"I was sent in to make sure everyone was out, I'm a volunteer firefighter."

The girl grabbed a vase and held it in her other hand, "I don't know of any volunteers that carry guns and dress like civilians. Who are you really?"

"I'm not here to hurt you, just put the vase down and the spoon. You just need to leave the building."

"Like that makes me feel better. You won't hurt me? That's good to know, but what are you going to hurt with that gun?"

Sam slapped a hand to his face, no woman had ever asked this many questions before, "It's not something you'd understand. Can you please just get out of the building?"

"Is it about that thing in the loft? Because I've seen it! It's huge!"

Sam cocked his head, "You've seen it?"

"That is what you're here for. Yes, I've seen it. I heard it at first, then I started watching out for it," she put the vase and spoon on a nearby table.

"Sam! You up there?" Dean yelled from the stairwell only a few doors down.

Sam turned to the door and yelled, "Yeah, I'm evacuating one more person!"

"I'm getting and EMF reading from the vents below the second floor stairs, I'm going to check it out. You got everything covered?"

"Yeah!" Sam called.

"Well, Sam, I'm Jess," Jess said holding her hand out for Sam to take.

Memories of Jessica flashed in Sam's mind. Him laying on the bed. Jessica on the ceiling. The fire. The blood.

Jess snapped her fingers, "Hey! Hey! I said I'm Jess, you gonna shake my hand or something?"

Sam grabbed her hand and shook quickly, "That was Dean," Sam motioned to the door, "Is your name short for Jessica, by chance?"

Jess cocked her eyebrow up, "No…it's short for Jesse."

Sam made and O with his mouth, "Can you put some pants on?"

Jess looked down at her bare legs and green cotton underwear, "No, I can't."

"It'd make me more comfortable. Besides it's sort of chilly outside," Sam kept his eyes glued on Jess's face. His eyes kept slipping every few seconds.

Jess rolled her eyes, "It's laundry day. All my stuff is in the washer or dryer."

"All…your stuff?" Sam asked in disbelief.

Jesse nodded, "ALL my stuff. I didn't really expect a fire alarm. I'm not going outside anyway."

"You have to leave the building, so you have to go outside."

Jess walked over to a tall dresser that had several drawers hanging open. She tugged and finally yanked the only closed draw open. She rummaged around until her hand landed on something cold and metal. Jess pulled out a revolver, "I'm helping you kill this thing."

"What! No! You can't this is dangerous work, for professionals!" Sam exclaimed

Jess spun the barrel and checked if the gun was loaded, "It's cool. I'm a pretty good shot."

"No, you don't understand. This thing could kill you!"

"I get it! It's dangerous! But this thing took someone I cared about! So God help me if I'm not going to help kill it!"

Sam was confused. Why hadn't she mentioned this before? Was this why she had been watching the thing? "What?"

"It took my little sister. She just went to get a soda from the front desk, and she never came back. I heard this Thump thump thumping and then she screamed. By the time I got to the door I saw the thing going into the loft. I tried and tried to get in there, but I couldn't! There's some sort of steel door behind the regular wooden one. I didn't know what to do, so I've been stalking it night by night."

Dean pushed the door to the apartment open and looked at the scene unfolding before him, "Sammy, what's going on?"

Jess wiped a tear from her eye, "You're the brother?"

Dean nodded and assessed Jess from the bottom up for a moment, "Why do you have a gun?"

"I'm going to help you kill that thing. It took my sister."

"I heard that much, but there is no way in hell you're helping us kill this thing," Dean growled.

Sam gave his brother a warning glance, "Dean."

"Sam, you know that she would just be a hindrance. Take her outside. I don't care how you do it."

Jess aimed the gun at Sam, "I'll shoot if you don't let me help!"

"Do it! I dare you!" Dean said.

"Whoa, whoa, Dean, let's be rational," Sam reasoned holding his hand up to Jess.

Dean made direct eye contact with Jess, "You couldn't do it. You don't have the balls."

"I don't have balls anyways," Jess snapped.

"Dean, let her come with. She can wait in the hall, just don't push her to shoot," Sam said looking at Jess with concerned eyes.

"I'll wait in the hall, like he said," Jess lowered the gun and set one hand on her hip.

Dean looked Jess over again, "Where's your pants?"

"Washer. I don't have any to wear."

"That's okay with me," Dean said chuckling.

Sam looked disgusted rolling his eyes, "Tell us everything you know about the thing."

Jess took a seat on the tattered green couch in the corner, "Well, Jamie went down stairs to get a soda from the front desk and was taken by it. In my watching of it I've concluded it's hairy and tall. Really thin and makes terrible noises. I think it can mock voices because sometimes when I'm at my door watching for it I can hear my sister talking and telling me to come out of the apartment. I know she isn't there because I can see the whole hallway from my peephole."

Dean and Sam looked at one another. "Sounds like a Wendigo." Sam said scratching his head.

"But what the hell would one of those be doing in the city, much less an apartment building?" Dean asked.

"What's a Wendigo?" Jess asked.

"It's a thing that was once a person. Over time they have developed into this sort of beast. Fire arms won't help you much," Sam said pointing at the revolver in Jess's hand.

"What? Well, what can kill it then?" Jess asked.

Dean chimed in, "Fire."

"How are we supposed to just start a fire?"

Dean looked around the apartment, "Do you have a flare gun?"

"Oh yeah. I have a flare gun just lying around. Cause I totally have a use for that," Jess mocked.

"You have a revolver just lying about don't you?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, well at least the revolver can be used to ward of intruders. What the hell would I do with a flare gun?" Jess shouted.

"I don't know! Shoot the guy!" Dean replied.

Jess rolled her eyes, "Yeah! That'd work! Oh no! Stop robbing me! Bang! Oh crap I missed with my one shot and accidentally set my apartment ablaze!"

"You know what!" Dean yelled.

"What! Come at me bro!" Jess yelled standing up in Dean's face and opening her arms wide inviting him to swing at her.

Sam pulled Dean down by the back of his coat, "Not the time. Do you have a lighter?"

"Of course."

Dean sighed, "Sure you'll talk to him politely."

"He didn't ask a stupid question," Jess reprimanded grabbing a lighter from her end table's drawer.

"Do you have any sort of alcohol? Or some flammable liquid?" Sam asked taking the lighter from Jess.

"I have a bottle of Jack in the cupboard above the sink."

Dean guffawed, "You're only like 19."

Jess kicked Dean's shins, "What's my age to you? What are you, 38?"

Sam laughed silently as he watched Jess go into the kitchen.

"I don't look that old, do I?" Dean asked turning his chin a few times.

"No," Sam reassured turning his attention back to Jess.

"Oh ho, Sammy, you're thinking of gettin' that," Dean smirked.

Disgust washed over Sam's face, "Dude, no! I'm not ready for that yet."

"Come on, Sammy. It's been almost two years. How can you do it?"

"Because, Dean, I'm not a perv. like you."

Jess set the bottle down with an extra clunk, "You know, I can hear you?"

Dean smiled and grabbed the half empty bottle, "Hitting it a little hard lately?"

"My sister is possibly dead. Shut the hell up," Jess sat back down across from the guys but stopped half way. "Is there anything else, while I'm up?"

"A beer? Maybe a sandwich?" Dean mocked like he was ordering from a restaurant menu.

Sam socked Dean in the arm, "Some old rags?"

"I'll be right back," Jess said walking around the guys into a back room.

"Quit pissing her off, Dean."

"I'm just playing, Sam, you know that. She's the one freaking out."

Sam opened the Jack Daniels and sniffed, "Okay she hasn't watered it down."

Dean leaned back on his chair and looked up at the ceiling, "Did you see her legs?"

"How could I not, Dean?" Sam asked screwing the lid back on the bottle.

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I saw them."

Dean chuckled, "So, you wouldn't be mad if I hit that?"

"Do you ever think of anything else?"

"Sure. I think of the hunt and bars…"Dean leaned over to look at his brother.

Sam side glanced him, "You wouldn't have a chance with her anyway. You've pissed her off."

"Ah, Sammy, you know women like to get all riled up. Especially by me. I'm irresistible."

"Yeah, okay," Sam rolled his eyes.

"Little Sammy jealous?" Dean playfully punched his brother's arm.

"Far from it."

Jess pulled a pair of her jean shorts out of the dryer and pulled them up over her legs. They didn't cover but a few more inches of skin, but it was better than no pants at all. Looking in a bin beside her dryer she found the old bleach stained shirts and some tattered old wash cloths that she had thrown away a few days before.

"Hey, guys, this thing, it only comes out at night," Jess said dropping the rags on the coffee table that the bottle of Jack Daniels was sitting on.

"I"m sure people have started coming back into the building already. Had we known it was a Wendigo we would have pulled the alarm tonight," Sam said picking up the rags smiling. "Can I tear these?"

"Oh, yeah, they were trash anyway."

"I'll go out to the Impala to get some supplies," Dean said gesturing to the door even though he was halfway out of it already.

Sam looked up to the ceiling. He knew Dean was just leaving him alone with Jess so he'd try to make a move or something.

Once Dean was out of earshot Jess spoke up, "He's a real dick."

"Sometimes he's like that. He's not that bad once you get to know him, I swear."

"Do you think my sister is alive?" Jess asked tearing a t-shirt in half.

Sam looked over at her with big green puppy eyes, "Jess, how old was your sister?"

"19, why?"

"See, we were told that the 'thing' that we now think is a Wendigo, was taking children. Your sister wouldn't really be a child, now would she?"

Jess shook her head, "I didn't know it was taking other people."

Sam sighed tearing his last rag in half once more, "I don't know if she's alive. Wendigos are known to keep their victims alive for days even weeks before finishing them off.

"So there is still hope?" Jesse cried dropping her rag.

Sam shifted over to the couch and put his arm around her as she began to sob heavily. "Hey, we'll get her back. Don't worry. She'll be okay."

"She was the only family I had. Mom was killed in a fire when we were just babies. Dad passed away about two years ago from cancer. Jamie was all I had! Now I'm all alone."

"Jess, say that again, what happened to your mom?" Sam asked rubbing her shoulder.

Jess sniffed up a bunch of snot and wiped her eyes, "She died in a fire when we were babies."

"How old would you say?" Sam asked.

"I-I don't know. Why?"

"Try to remember, please," Sam begged softly.

Jess pushed her hair back out of her face, "I was probably 3 or 4 years old and Jamie wasn't yet one, Sam, why?"

"Did the fire start in the nursery?" Sam asked quietly.

Jess pushed Sam away by the chest. She curled up in a ball on the arm of the couch, "How do you know that?"

"Because the same thing happened to my mom when I was 6 months old. But she doesn't fit the pattern. She should be 22 for it to be... Wait, how old is your sister?"

"She just turned 19 about three months ago. Why, Sam, tell me what's going on!"

"There is a few of us in this world who's mothers met the same fate on our 6 month anniversary. Our mothers were pinned to the ceiling and burned alive. I think your sister might be like me. However she doesn't fit the pattern of what I know so far, she's to young."

"Like you? Like how, what are you?" Jess pulled her feet closer to her chest.

"We, we have these abilities. They start with headaches and then some of us have visions, like I do. But I know of someone that could move objects with his mind, he's dead now though."

"He's dead? Did you kill him?" Jess cried.

Sam shook his head, "No, suicide. Listen, if your sister is alive, I have to talk to her. Did she complain about headaches recently?"

"The other day she mentioned her nose was running and her head felt full. Otherwise she never said anything to me."

Sam ran his hand through his hair, "I pray your sister is alive."

"Me too." Jess said creeping a bit closer to Sam.

Sam put his arm around her once more, "You're taking this all so well. Y'know, most people would be freaking out."

Jess nodded sighing, "I've already had my breakdowns. I'm willing to accept anything as the truth. So if it is a thing called a Wendigo that has my sister, well, so be it."

Dean tossed the green army duffle bag on the floor beside the coffee table, "Getting comfy?"

Sam let his arm slip off Jess's shoulder, "What did you bring in?"

"I've got salt, matches, gasoline, some gun powder and a few knives."

Jess peeked into the bag, "Can I get one of the knives?"

"Hell no!" Dean said pulling the duffel onto his lap sitting down on a recliner beside the couch

"Well, since my gun is no use, what the hell am I supposed to use?"

"Dean, give her a knife," Sam said holding his hand out to receive a knife.

Please please please let me know what you think! ~iska

The song in the begining that Jess is dancing and singing to is Booty Bounce by DEV

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