(Jen's POV)
So I guess you might be wondering how I met the Winchesters huh? Well I guess you could say I've known them all my life. You see my dad and John are best friends; well at least they were until my parents were both killed in some "freak" accident. So it wasn't surprising that I went to live with John and his boys.
Well I guess you could say that was an interesting experience. I was introduced to hunting over the years. Let me tell you I never expected I would be a hunter….haha too funny…me a hunter. Must say it does have a certain ring to it though.
I was always really close with Dean, not saying that Sam and I weren't friends, its just we fought a lot. Mostly over the most stupid things, but back then I wouldn't admit that I had a crush on Sam, so when he said mean things I took it personally, and Dean was the one I always went to.
When I was seventeen, there was this one boy named Lucas that I had gone on a couple of dates with. Well, one night when he brought me home from the movies, Dean was waiting for us on the porch with a 45. Lucas ran and told me to not bother calling.
"What a wuss, it's not like I'd waste my ammo on that scrawny piece of…"
"Hey! I liked him he was hot. Though he was jock, not really my type, but I could've got some. Thanks a lot!"
"WHAT!?"
"Like that wasn't on your mind when you were my age!" I said walking into the house and slumping on the couch. Dean walked in with a bottle of whisky and sat down beside me.
"Here, met my buddy, you might know him, his name's Jack." He said handing me the bottle.
"John said this was only for hunts. He's gonna know if we drink it."
"No he won't, I got us a back up!"
"Ok, I'm game!'
3 bottles of whisky later
"Wanna do shots!?!" Dean asked
"Of what?"
"Tequila!"
"Ok!"
"Dude you're so drunk!?" Dean laughed.
"Um…so are you!!" I said slowly.
"So, Jennifer, who do you really like?"
Sam walked in while I was pondering my answer.
"Well Sammy of course!!" I said laughing.
"What about me?" Sam asked walking cautiously over to where I was sitting on the couch.
"Well Sammy…….I told Dean that I looooooovvvvvvveeeeee yyyoooouuu!" I said sweetly while straddling his lap.
"Jesus Dean! What did you give her?"
"Al-co-hol" He said as if he were talking to a toddler.
"How much?"
"You can never have too much Sammy! It's just how many types you have!" Dean smirked.
"Jen how many types did you have?" he asked me slowly.
"Well……….I had a little Jack, Jim, and Jose. Then I had some whiskey, bud, and tequila. Hey wanna make out?" I asked him as an after thought.
I didn't really give him an option. We just started making out then and there. The next morning I woke up on the couch lying next to Sam.
"Holy Hell! What happened last night!?" I asked myself. Then it all slowly came back.
"Looks like somebody had a little too much fun last night." A voice behind me said.
"Huh? What's going on?" Sam asked groggily.
"Well son, you just got yourself and Jennifer grounded. If I see you around alcohol again you ass is grass understand?"
"Yes sir." Sam answered sounding upset.
"But, John! Dean's the one that gave me alcohol in the first place! Sam didn't even drink anything!"
"No buts young lady, you live under my roof and under my rules, and I say you're grounded, so deal with it."
"Whatever!" I yelled and walked to my room and slammed my door.
