Howdy folks! It would appear I am back in circulation. :)
I got a little sidetracked, writing a little ahead of the first chapter, but finally sat down to do things in order...lol...so here is the first chapter of the sequel you wanted to "Man or Spirit." I wanted to do something on the mushy side this time (awww..common! Who am I kidding?? I'm a sucker for mushy love stories.)
UP to this point, Jenny has been portrayed in a very innocent light. Although we have hinted that her life has been rough at times, she still manages to conserve a child-like innocence in some parts, which is why she is so vulnerable at times. So far, the story line was kinda light and sweet, but I don't want you to be lulled into a false sense of security either. Hard times are coming for both of them, and Jenny is going to find out in a very painful way that "hunting things" can be both dangerous and painful. There will be plenty of hurt Dean later on, and Jenny...well...let's not get ahead of the story! lol
One last thing...thank you all sooo much for your lovely reviews! They make my day and make me smile ear to ear...the more you spoil me with reviews, the more I will spoil you with updates here..lol This sequel is dedicated to "WinchesterGurl85" and "Ladidada" and to all of you who made my day by writing me frequent and motivating reviews! :) :) :)
Dean had finally reached Colorado, and settled into the motel closest to where the last killing had taken place near Colorado Springs. Dean had taken out his laptop and was doing a general background check on the victims and their families. The last victim, a Mr. Harrisford, had been a prominent business man well respected and admired by both his neighbors and business colleagues alike. His widow and teenage daughter lived in a beautiful mansion which was a fifteen minute drive from the motel. Dean jotted down the address on a notepad and closed the laptop. He stretched and let out a yawn that any lion would have been proud of.
"You done?" asked Jenny expectantly.
"Yeah…I have to head over to this dude Harrison's house now and talk to his widow."
"That's the latest victim, right?"
"As far as I know…yeah."
"Can I go too?"
"Absolutely not," Dean answered promptly in the way of a man who was not used to being contradicted.
For the past few days, Dean had practically talked her ear off about spirits, salt bullets, demons, devil traps, holy water, Latin chants and what not. Jenny had soaked in all the new information with a promptness that had surprised even Dean and won his admiration. But he still hadn't shown her the way around weapons, not to mention the obvious fact that Jenny had no fake FBI IDs like Dean. And he sure as hell wasn't risking taking her along on what could prove to be a suicide mission before he had given her the necessary tools to defend herself. As for Jenny, she had found out to her surprise that the more Dean told her about the supernatural, the more she was enthralled by the whole concept of it. She wasn't stupid, and she understood that Dean needed to teach her the ropes first before she could actively participate on her first hunt. But being cooped up in random motels for days at end with nothing to do but wait for Dean to get 'home' was driving her stir crazy, making Jenny ache for some amount of action…hell…any amount would do just fine.
"Why not?!" she complained in exasperation at Dean's response, although she had fully anticipated what his answer would be.
"First, you don't have an ID…you don't just go to a dude's house faking to be an FBI agent with nothing to back up your story. Second…and this is going to sound totally gay… you have nothing to wear. FBI agents don't exactly wear jean skirts with cute tops," he gestured with his hand toward what she was currently wearing, making Jenny sigh in acceptance. She had to admit she certainly didn't look the type.
"Fine," she grudgingly accepted as she rolled her eyes. "Of course, none of this would be a problem if I got a nifty collection of IDs like yours."
"I'm working on it," Dean responded to her surprise.
"Seriously? No joke?" she asked as her eyes widened with excitement.
Dean rolled his eyes. How old are you, kid? He thought to himself as she looked at him with child-like excitement. "Yeah, I am. There's this place I know that does that kind of stuff and I sent them your pic. Dude who owns the place owes me a hell of a lot of favors, so I should be getting your IDs soon."
Jenny couldn't help but look at him with surprise and a hint of admiration. Just when she thought she knew Dean, some new twist would develop, showing her there was so much more to him than met the eye.
"So you going to Mr. Harrison's house now?" she resumed seeing he seemed in no particular hurry to leave.
"Nahh…it's too late right now. It past 8:00 p.m.," he clarified as he looked at his watch. "I'm thinking of doing some alternate research right about now."
"Such as…"
Dean smirked and shifted his shoulders in the chair. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
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Dean led Jenny inside the bar. It was an old-fashioned place of sorts, and there seemed to be quite a crowd gathered inside. Hearing singing, they realized they were having a Karaoke of sorts. As the sound of a tuneless voice reached their ears, Jenny laughed at Dean's grimace.
"Wow…weird," Jenny put in. "So remind me again what we're doing here?" Dean and Jenny made their way over to the bar and waited to get the bar tender's attention.
"Just blend in and I'll take care of the rest." Dean smirked cockily at her, with the air of a man who knew his way around the place. He nodded at the heavy set bar tender and asked for a beer, knowing Jenny wasn't too crazy about the stuff herself. Placing a hand on the small of her back, Dean led her to a table on the opposite side of the room. He pulled out a chair for her, and sat down beside her. Jenny looked with semi-curiosity at the girl who was singing, then grimaced as she her voice went a peg to high. Dean sipped his beer distractedly and sighed in relief when the girl finally finished the song. The man on the platform took the microphone from the girl and cleared his throat as he huffed into it.
"Very nice! Let's give Jan a hand folks!" he said, trying to inject some excitement into the crowd. A lame applause followed and the young man continued. "Ok, folks…let's keep this rolling! Do we have any other contestants?" He paused and scanned the room expectantly.
To Dean's surprise, Jenny raised her hand promptly, making Dean choke in his beer in surprise.
"Nice…the pretty gal in the back! Common' folks, give her a hand!" he smiled at Jenny.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" hissed Dean as he reached over and grabbed hold of her wrist as he saw her get up from her seat.
"Why…what you said…blending in," she replied innocently, with mischief in her eyes.
"I didn't exactly have this in mind! You can't go up there."
"Why?" she snorted. "Are we attached on a long leash or something?" That said, she unwrapped his hand from her wrist and stepped up the platform briskly. Standing next to the man, she looked out into the crowd and suddenly grew shy, stuffing her hands in her jean pockets.
"Hi, nice to have you here! What's your name kid?"
"Jenny."
"Ok, Jenny, what song can I get you?"
Jenny leaned slightly into him and whispered something in his ear. Nodding, the man handed her the mike and gave the song title to the guys in charge of the sound settings. As the music started, Jenny cleared her throat and took a step forward, waiting for the lyrics to start. Smiling shyly at no one in particular, she started to sing softly.
Waking up I see that everything is ok,
The first time in my life and now it's so great,
Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed,
I think about the little things that make life great,
Jenny fixed her eyes on Dean and looked earnestly at him, having only eyes for Dean.
I wouldn't change a thing about it,
This is the best feeling.
She closed her eyes and bent her head slightly, as any previous trace of awkwardness melted away.
This innocence is brilliant,
I hope that it will stay,
This moment is perfect,
Please don't go away.
I need you now.
And I'll hold on to it,
Don't you let pass you by.
Grabbing the mike with both hands, she opened her eyes and looked at Dean once again, as their eyes locked.
I found a place so safe, not a single tear,
The first time in my life and now it's so clear,
Feel calm, I belong, I'm so happy here.
It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere.
I wouldn't change a thing about it,
This is the best feeling.
Jenny smiled brilliantly at Dean, and her soft grey eyes seemed to have an unearthly glow as she sang. Dean looked at her in sheer amazement, lost to all and everything but those gray pools of life.
This innocence is brilliant,
I hope that it will stay,
This moment is perfect,
Please don't go away.
I need you now.
And I'll hold on to it,
Don't you let pass you by.
It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming,
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling,
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry,
It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming,
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling,
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry,
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry.
Jenny's eyes misted over as her voice slightly cracked on the last note, but she recovered quickly and passed a hand through her eyes.
This innocence is brilliant,
This innocence is brilliant,
This moment is perfect,
Please don't go away.
I need you now.
And I'll hold on to it,
Don't you let pass you by.
The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles came from around the room. Jenny slowly dropped her hands to her side, suddenly looking shy once more. Seeing Dean join the applause, she smiled as she heard him roar above the ruckus, "THAT'S MY GIRL!" Chuckling, she dropped the mike on the platform and ran down the steps straight into Dean waiting arms. As cries of "Awww!!" and "How adorable!" erupted mushily from on viewers, Dean crashed her small form in his arms in a vice like hug.
"That's my girl," Dean chuckled into her hair once more.
"Uh…Dean?...must breath," she wheezed out.
Dean laughed apologetically and released her. Looking across the room where everybody was still clapping, Dean smirked and looked at her proudly. "You hear that, kid? You're bringing the house down!"
Thought I would let you enjoy a sweet scene before trouble starts heading their way! lol Please rate and review...pretty please!?! :)