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Jack woke feeling disoriented, not knowing for a full thirty seconds where she was. She groaned remembering that she was in Huntersville and that as usual she'd managed to piss people off just by existing. Jack rolled out of bed, pushing her knotted hair out of her eyes so she could wander into the small bathroom to the back of her room.
She took a quick shower pulling on some clothes that seemed to only have two day old bloodstains instead of the usual four and finger combed her short hair till it didn't obscure her vision too much. All done in an effort to prolong her time alone till she had to go make small talk with the people at The Road House.
She didn't want to talk to others, she wanted to speak to Sam and Dean alone. About what was happening and what their involvement in it was. She did not want to spend another afternoon of fill in the blanks for the outsiders.
Sure enough the first thing that happened when Jack walked through the doors into the bar, was Jo waylaying her on her way to a stool. The girl kept a careful distance but she was right there as soon as Jack turned around and that annoyed the ever living shit out of Jack.
"I need coffee." Jack said to the older girl.
"I'm not a waitress." Jo said taken aback.
"Could've fooled me." Jack muttered hoping to annoy the girl into leaving her alone.
"You hunt alone?" Jo asked disregarding her last comment. Ellen, who'd been standing behind the counter popping in a till, stiffened.
"Why do you wanna know?" Jack demanded.
"I'm a hunter," Jo said, then coughed "Or I will be one day."
Jack closed her eyes and counted to ten.
"And you want me to tell your mom that hunting all on my own is the bestest thing ever." Jack stated.
"I'm not naïve I know hunting is dangerous." Jo scowled at her.
"Then do yourself a favor and stay home." Jack said taking the offered cup of coffee Ellen set in front of her.
"If you don't like it why do you do it?" Dean asked walking from the back. His eyes bored into Jack's head and she met his stare head on.
"My other job was worse." Jack said quietly.
"There are worse jobs?" Sam asked shuffling into the room.
"Meter Maid, it was grueling." Jack said with a faux grave look.
Ellen was sending a significant look in Jo's direction that Jack caught and she could tell Dean caught it too.
Jack shook her head. Kid needed to get her shit straight, unfortunately Jack wasn't going to be the one to straighten Jo out. Not her job. Girl wanted romanticize this gig, fine, her funeral. It pissed her the fuck off though. Jo had an alright mix going, she wasn't completely oblivious to what was out there in the shadows, but she wasn't a hunted thing either. She didn't have to pick up and run every time something thought she tasted like sweet agony.
'Oh well' Jack thought taking a deep gulp of her coffee.
She wasn't about to complain about her life, Jack had it good too as far as she was concerned.
"What are you going to do?" Sam asked taking the seat next to Jack.
"Don't know yet, hoping for some answers here but I guess you guys don't know much more than I do." Jack shrugged. "I'll figure something out."
Dean watched Jack sip at her coffee, tried to read the careful blank expression as she talked about her next move, or lack of one. She was sharp eyed, used to disappointment, he'd guess. He thought about his father's words. He thought about Sam and all the children like him. This was one of them. Would others come seeking answers from them. Answers Dean didn't have for Sam, let alone a group of scared kids. Although, he thought looking at Jack's lazy smirk, this kid seemed anything but scared.
She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"You enjoying the view?" She asked, eyes dancing with a challenge.
"Jailbait." He said smirking.
"Barely legal." She corrected.
"Dean." Sam said.
"How's someone like you get involved with the big bad, aside from the whole fire starter thing." Dean asked, overlapping Sam.
"Raised on it kid, I was born and bred a freak." Jack said with a wicked smile.
"Dean!"
"What Sammy?" Dean snapped turning in time see the look of pain on Sam's face that preceded a premonition.
"Dean-" Sam ground his teeth and clutched his forehead as a vision bombarded his brain.
He fell to the ground and would have smacked his head against the stool if not for Jack kick it out of the way just in time. Dean caught hold of his brother and helped him down to the ground.
Blurred images, scattered like a video out of focus in Sam's vision. He saw Jack glaring menacingly at someone obscured by shadows.
"Fuck you." She snarled, her voice thick an choked with emotion. She looked like she'd been in bad fight but was standing tall.
She started to walk forward. Less than twenty steps later a near silent pop rang out and she fell to the ground. A howl of rage tore through the area as Sam watched her bleed out of onto the dusty ground in front of the Road House. A single bullet wound to the head. Dead before she hit the ground.
Sam was jerked back to the present, panting, trying to get air into his constricted lungs. He shook hard. He felt the dark, dingy feeling of the vision cling to him even after it was over and he could see clearly again.
Jack hopped behind the counter and grabbed a clean towel. She turned on the small sink, she dampened the cloth and brought it back around to where Sam and Dean were.
"Pain killers." Jack said to Ellen.
"Sam, you okay man?" Dean asked bracing his hands on Sam's shoulders, supporting him without making him seem weak in front of strangers. Jack knelt down next to Dean and offered the damp cloth to him.
"Over his eyes, it'll help." She said. Dean took it with a nod of thanks and pressed it to Sam's eyes and forehead with one hand. He was surprised when Jack put a hand against Sam's back to help support him much the same way Dean had.
"Water." Sam whimpered. His skin was pale and sweat from the short episode coated his face.
"Sure man." Dean said in a gruffly soothing voice. He gestured at Jo to bring him something, her mother pressed two Aspirin into her hand as she brought him a glass of water. Dean pressed the glass to Sam's lips and he drank greedily, stopping only when Dean pulled it away.
"Take the medicine Sam." Jack said rubbing a slow circle on Sam's back.
Sam nodded and let Dean put the pills in his mouth before he gave his little brother more water.
"What was that?" Jo asked. Dean spared her an irritated glance before dismissing her question. Jack looked up at the girl, giving her a sardonic sneer.
"That's his "cool" ability." Jack told her. "Haven't you ever seen a psychic vision before, Cherry?"
Jo looked away from the three people on the floor and stomped out of the room. Ellen gave Jack a withering glare that she ignored and followed her daughter. Dean couldn't help feeling a little relived that the mother daughter duo were gone.
"You okay to stand up now Sammy?" Dean asked studying his brothering for any lingering signs of pain.
"Yeah." Sam said and he let Dean help him to his feet, replacing Dean's hand holding the cloth to Sam's forehead. Jack helped them to a chair.
"Who's after you?" Sam asked after a few minutes, his eyes fixing on Jack.
"What are you talking about?" Jack asked quizzically. That's was a dumb question; the answer was 'everyone'.
"Somebody is after you and they're going to try to kill you here." Sam told her.
"Must be Thursday then." Jack quipped. Another fight, just what she needed, literally.
"What exactly did you see?" Dean asked his brother.
"Her, walking towards someone in front of the Road House. It was night out and I couldn't see who it was. She looked really beaten up and we were just standing there watching her go. Then she was dead, shot through the head." Sam explained.
"Seems like a decent way to go out." Jack joked.
"This isn't funny, someone's going to hurt you, Jack." Sam said.
"What's new? Did I say anything to the mystery guest?" Jack asked.
"You told him 'fuck you'." Sam said, his lips twitching in a smile.
"Sounds like me alright." Jack said. "Did you see what the ass kicker of me looked like?"
"No." Sam said regrettably.
"What was it?" Dean asked eagerly. Hell, if he couldn't get back to Bobby's to fix his baby than a fight would tide him over just fine.
"Not sure. Like I said, I didn't see who it was." Sam answered taking the wet cloth from his head and letting it plop on the table. He could see the wheels turning in Dean's head already.
"I guess we're on bodyguard duty." Dean said.
"My ass you're on bodyguard duty. I don't need protection. Don't think I've told this yet but I'm a badass." Jack said with a cocky smirk. "I don't plan on dying anytime soon."
"Then why do you get caught up in the vision?" Dean asked with a spark of amusement that had been missing from him as of late. Sam wasn't sure whether to be excited or concerned at the look on Dean's face.
"Maybe you boys slowed me down." Jack retorted smoothly placing her hands on her hips, standing at her full height in front of Dean.
"Or maybe you just couldn't keep up." Dean replied taking a step forward too.
"Or maybe while we should have been taking precautions you guys were bull shitting around." Sam said smugly.
"Kill joy." Jack accused with a twinkle in her eye.
"Yeah, he does that a lot." Dean said.
TBC……….
AN: Finally I got up another chapter. Tell me what you think. I'm trying to differ their characters just a tad in the AU's, cause Dean's a lot darker this season and Jack would be a little grimmer from more time alone in this one.
AN2: Re-worked this chapter, Sam's vision and some of the dialogue after to fit better.