Hi, its me again. Since I'm bored and I'm taking a break from my AU series until I've seen season 4; I decided to write a series of one shots from the first three stories. They won't be in any particular order, I'll just post them as they come to me. If you have any particular story you want me to write, just tell me and I will

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters. I just like to play and torment them for my own twisted means :D

Dean teaches Jessica to fight (Set during the Seeker)

"Try again," Dean instructed as Jess failed to floor him for what seemed like the hundredth time and she hit the floor hard. They had been training for hours now and Jess felt like collapsing with exhaustion and pain. They had been together for three days now since they had returned from Jericho and Jess had nearly been killed. It had been a week since Sam had disappeared.

"I can't," she gasped and she really felt she couldn't. Dean had been pushing her so hard the last few days but she felt she hadn't progressed at all. He had been adamant that she prepared for what was going to come but she had not realised it would be this hard. Sure; she had expected a lot of pain but it was so difficult she didn't think she could ever manage it.

"Yes you can," Dean insisted. "You just gotta focus." He could tell that she was struggling but that made him even more determined to push her to her limits. It wasn't going to be easy for her but if she wanted to live then she'd just have to suck it up and carry on.

"I can't," Jess repeated as she sat on the floor; too tired to stand up any more. "You're too strong."

"It's not just about strength," he told her. "You can take down a guy three times your size if you know how to," he held out his hand to her but she refused to take it; instead she sat stubbornly on the floor. "Come on, just stand up."

"No, it hurts too much."

"You're the one that wanted to come with me," Dean sighed and sat down on the floor next to her; trying to understand why she was reacting this way.

"I know," she said to him; tears filling up in her eyes. She looked away, not wanting him to see her cry. She didn't want him to think of her as weak. "But I didn't think it would be so hard," her voice noticeably cracked as she spoke.

"Hey," Dean said softly. "Don't cry."

"I'm not crying," she said but the tears fell down her cheeks; betraying her. She wiped her eyes with her hand trying to compose herself. It didn't work.

"I never said this was going to be easy. It's going to be hard and if you're not up to it then I'll take you home."

"No," Jess protested. "I want to do this. I want to learn."

"Then you need to stand up and continue fighting."

"I'm just so tired."

"Come on," he said as he stood up and held out his hand once more. "We'll take a break."

"Thanks," she smiled softly and took his hand.

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Jess sat at the table in the motel room staring at John's journal and feeling very overwhelmed at everything. She was beginning to think that maybe hunting wasn't the best idea. She was trying her hardest to learn as much as she could in the short space of time she had been with Dean but there was s much it made her head hurt.

"I thought you were tired," Dean said; sneaking up behind her. Jess jumped up in her seat in fright."

"Don't do that," she hissed.

"Okay," he grinned and sat down next to her. "Why aren't you resting?"

"Because I can't," she replied. "I just can't stop thinking about things."

"Then you're just gonna have to tell your brain to be quiet."

"There's just so much I have to learn. I have to learn how to kill a werewolf or how to stop a spirit and it just keeps me awake at night."

"It'll get easier, I promise. You just need to get used to this life that's all."

"You promise?" She asked him; her voice quiet and almost childlike.

"I promise. You're not gonna get it straight away; there's too much. You just need to know the basics. It took me years to learn all this stuff. You'll get it eventually; you will but first you need to get some sleep," Dean told her as he pulled his father's journal away. He pulled her to her feet and led her towards her bed. He pushed her down onto the bed and pulled her boots off before draping the covers over her. "Just rest for a while; you'll feel better once you do."

Dean kneeled next to her until she drifted off into an uneasy sleep sleep.

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"That's better," Dean called out as Jess' punch hit its mark.

"I'm just imagining it's your face," she retorted as she punched the pad again.

"If that's what it takes," Dean grinned. "Now do it again," he said and Jess complied. She hit the pad again with as much force as she could muster. Dean's body didn't move but his hand flew back at the contact. "Good," he said as he threw the pad to the floor. "Now try to floor me."

Jess moved cautiously towards Dean; her arms raised and poised to fight. Dean threw a punch but she blocked it. "Good," Dean commented as he threw another punch. Again she blocked it; harder this time, managing to unbalance Dean enough to make her move. She quickly stepped to the side and swept her leg; enough to make Dean lose balance and he crashed to the floor with a thud.

"I did it," she happily exclaimed; jumping up and down in delight at her success.

"You did it," Dean grinned; slightly breathlessly. He hadn't seen her so hyped about something in the few days he had known her. "How does it feel?"

"It feels good," she smiled and sat down next to Dean. "Let's go again," she said; standing up. She had found a new determination; she was going to learn how to fight like Dean and then find Sam.

"No," Dean groaned. "I need a break."

"What are you, chicken?" She goaded him; knowing he would not be able to resist her. "You afraid of being beaten up by a girl?"

"Oh I'll show you who's a chicken," he retorted as he quickly stood to his feet. "Come on if you think you can," he grinned and prepared himself for Jess' next attack.