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Hurt
Jenny was smart, funny, sexy, and sarcastic. And Dean couldn't stand her. She took a shot at him every chance she got. Sam was just eating it up. Enjoying the fact that it was Dean getting his chops busted for once.
"Can we stop the bull and see what we can find out about this hunt?" Jenny smiled.
"Aww," She said in a baby-talk voice. "Is wittle Dean getting his feewings hurt?" Dean sighed. She sat down. "Fine," She huffed. "Let's get down to business."
"What do you know?" Sam asked.
"That this is one evil SOB. These things are like demonic parasites. All they want is blood. The have an unslakeable hunger for flesh."
"Yikes. Sounds like lots-o-fun." Dean said. Jenny grimaced.
"Oh wait there's more," Sam and Dean groaned. "Yeah. These things, they beat 'em bad. Real bad. Then, they get inside you, they hurt you some more. From the inside out. They feed on pain. These things are invisible too. Nobody can see these things. Even the victims."
"Do these things have a name?" Sam asked.
"Aren't we the quizzical one." Sam frowned."O.K. not funny. But yes. They're called Bleeders."
"Any lore?" said Dean. Jenny smiled.
"As a matter of fact honey there is," She pulled out some papers from her bag. "By the way kudos for asking the first intelligent question of your life." Dean snatched the papers out of her hand as she chuckled lightly.
"These things have been around for how long?" he asked stunned by the date in front of him.
"Yeah. B.C. really makes you wonder why hunters haven't killed the suckers yet."
"How do you kill it?"Jenny smiled.
"Well babe your two for two." Dean rolled his eyes.
"Shut up and answer my question."
"Testy aren't we?" Dean glared at her. "Fine. You have to stab,and/or shoot it with pure iron."
"Fabulous." said Dean. Sam read over his shoulder.
"Is there any particular reason Bleeders pick the people they do?" Jenny nodded.
"They go after people who've experienced great tragidies in their lives. The people in this house lost loved ones in 9-11." Dean looked at her with a cocked eyebrow.
"Doesn't that kind of leave you wide open?" She laughed.
"Well I'm smarter than the average idiot. And...," She pulled out a very large switchblade. "I think I can take care of myself." Sam nodded.
"We believe you." Sam thought for a moment. Dad died almost two weeks ago. Then there was Mom, Jess...He and Dean had both suffered tragidies. They were as vulnerable as Jenny was. Jenny filtered through her bag.
"Hey," she said, pulling out a '22 Calibur. "Where is your dad anway?" Sam looked down. Dean shut his eyes.
"He died." Dean said, standing. Jenny bit her lower lip, sorry she brought it up.
"I..I'm so sorry. I haven't talked to Uncle Bobby in a while. When did he die?" Sam glacnced up at his brother. Dean was clenching his jaw tight. He hated talking about Dad. It made him talk about his feelings.
"About two weeks ago," Dean opened the front door. "Oh, and don't be."
"Don't be what?" Jenny asked. She was truly sorry about John. She'd known him as long as she'd known Bobby. He taught her the right way to draw a devil's trap.
Dean turned his head and looked over his shoulder. "Sorry that he's dead. You didn't kill him." And he shut the front door.
Once on the porch, Dean wiped his eyes. He wasn't going to let himself cry over Dad. He walked over to a wall and punched it. Scraping his knuckles.
"Dammit Dad!" He yelled. He punched the wall again, again, again, until he collapsed against the wall. "I can't do this without you," he whispered. "Why'd you do it? To save me? Why? You can do so much more than I can. I wasn't worth it." He shut his eyes. "I hate you. How in the hell am I supposed to live with this?" Just then Dean heard the front door open. He straightened up and tried to look nonchalant.
"Dean," Sam's voice said. Dean turned around. "Are you okay?" Dean smirked.
"Yeah Sam why wouldn't I be?" Sam shook his head.
"Okay, I can see right through you. Don't pull this macho crap on me. I know you're upset."
"Dude no I'm not. I'm fine maybe you're just paranoid." Sam looked down at Dean's bleeding hands.
"Yeah I'm paranoid. Then why are your hands bleeding like you ran them through a stack of barbed wire?" Dean shoved his hands in his pockets, wincing at the sting.
"Do I not have the right to trip?" Sam rolled his eyes.
"Fine," he said walking back into toward the house. Before going inside he turned to Dean. "You can hide all you want Dean but one of these days your going to have to let out all of those bottled up emotions." Suddenly Jenny opened the door.
"Hey ladies," They turned towards her. "If we're done with the sewing circle I think I know where it's going to attack next."
Jenny laid out a map in front of them.
"Okay," She said pointing to the house they were at. "This is the third house that's been hit. The two previously were three blocks apart exactly. Same house, disater in the family, the whole shebang." Dean walked behind her, looking at the map. She tried to shake the butterflies out of her stomach.
"Where's the next one gonna be?" She pointed to a house about a mile away. Dean pulled his keyes out of his pocket.
"Let's get goin'." Jenny fought the urge to gasp as she saw Dean's hands.
This house was the same as the other. Picture perfect, but creepy. Cars were parked outside. Sam could see the family inside laughing. Unaware of the danger that probably lurked outside. Jenny sighed from the back-seat.
"Ah, to have a normal life again." Sam amd Dean smiled. Sam turned to his brother.
"So if these things are invisible how do we plan to kill it?" Dean smiled and opened the glovebox.
"Smokebombs Sammy." Sam furrowed his brows.
"I don't even want to know when, where, how or why you have those." Dean grinned. He turned around to face Jenny.
"So are we just gonna wait around for the nice family to start getting eaten?" Jenny shrugged.
"Unless you have a better plan to find an invisible killer, at night, in the middle of nowhere then please inform us."
"Well I don't want anyone to get hurt."
A scream peirced the night. The trio stared at eachother for about a second, then they bolted out of the car. The screams combined with the banging and crashing inside made the chaos even worse. Dean ran up to the fornt door and kicked it as hard as she could. It didn't budge. He tried over and over. Still nothing. Sam was trying to break the windows. They cracked but kept re-sealing themselves. Jenny was trying to help Dean. "Hey Jenny!" He yelled.
"Yeah?" They were still kicking the doors.
"Do Bleeders have telekenisis?"
"Maybe! Why?"
"Because I think it's holding the doors closed! Like it knows we're here!"
"Oh my god!" Sam yelled. The once clear windows were now opaque with blood. Then the screams stopped. The doors opened. They ran inside. What Jenny saw brought bile to the back of her throat.
"Oh god." she said, turning around and buring her face in her hands. Dean looked around the blood soaked house.
"Hey Sam?" Sam was staring at a bloodsoaked rug.
"Yeah?" Dean knelt down next to what was left of a body.
"You don't think the Bleeder's still here?" Sam glanced around.
"I sure as hell hope not." Dean stood.
"Yeah me too-" Dean suddenly flew back against the wall.
"Dean!" Sam yelled, running towards him. Dean started screaming. Sam watched in horror as Dean's stomach was ripped open and his gray shirt turned red. Jenny pulled out the gun.
"Where's the smoke bombs?" she yelled over Dean's cries. Sam reached out to Dean.
"No! Sam don't." he yelled. Jenny found a smoke bomb, yanked out the pin and threw. Smoke filled the room. Jenny watched, gun pointed out watching for movement. Everything's moving too fast! She thought.
"Oh god!" Dean yelled. He could feel the thing ripping at his skin. Everything hurt. God please just let me die! He thought. Sam looked around wildly, trying to concentrate over his brother's screams of agony.
"Show yourself you evil son of a bitch!" Dean was drenched in blood. Gashes appeared out of nowhere all over him.
"Make it stop! Please god make it stop!" He begged. Jenny finally saw movement.
"Sam move!" Sam dived out of the way. BOOM! The bullet stopped in midair. The creature shrieked and turned to dust. Dean slid down the wall . Sam rushed over to him.
"Dean," he raised his head and shook him lightly. "C'mon Dean wake up." Dean's eyes fluttered open. He was shaking terribly. Jenny knelt next to him.
"Dean, baby-doll, you have to stay awake." Dean winced and shuddered. "I know it hurts sweetie but you have to stay up." Dean nodded. Sam was shaking.
"We have to get him to a hospital." he said.
"No." Jenny and Dean said in unison. Deans more so a ragged whisper.
"It's too far away. There's a house not too far away from here, maybe we can get him help there."
"Why can't we just stay here?" asked Sam.
"Because I don't think any of us wants to stay in a house with the owners remains scattered across the first floor." Sam nodded. "Go pull the car up Sam." He got up and left. Jenny held Dean's head in her lap.
"Ah!" He moaned.
"Shhh..." she soothed. "It's okay honey. You'll be alright." Dean gripped her sleeve.
"It hurts," he whispered. "Everything hurts." Jenny wiped off some of the blood that covered his face.
"I know baby I know." She gently rocked him back and forth.
Sam came back inside. As tenderly as they could, they put Dean in the back seat of the Impala. Sam flew to the drivers seat, started the engine, and almost drove off berfore Jenny got in.
"Which way am I going?" asked Sam, as they approached a crossroads.
"Turn right," Jenny said.
"Ohhh..." Dean groaned. Jenny turned and rubbed his forehead.
"Shhh. It's okay Dean we're almost there." They drove another ten minutes.
"How much farhter is it?" Sam snapped. Jenny glared at him.
"Another five minutes, calm down."
"I will not calm down! My brother's dying in the backseat of this car and we can't get to a hospital. So don't you dare tell me to calm down!" Sam hit his fist on the dashboard. Jenny jumped.
"Turn down this driveway." She said quietly. Sam nodded. They stopped in front of a large farmhouse, bigger than all the other ones they'd seen.
"Who are these people?" Sam asked. He and Jenny got out of the car.
"Decendants of the founders of the town." Sam nodded. He looked up at the house.
"Do you really think they'll help us?"
"Yes I do. And there's only one. She owes me." They opened the car doors. Carefully lifted Dean out, and half dragged, half carried him to the front door. Jenny knocked.
"Who on earth?" They heard from inside. An older looking woman opened the door. She smiled when she saw Jenny.
"Jenny! What brings you back to this little spit town?" She looked at Dean. "Oh lord!," she exclaimed. "Get him in here honey." They walked inside. The woman went pale as they passed her.
"Shh-e d-don't look s-so h-h-hot ei-ther." Dean whispered. Jenny laughed sligthly.
"Where can we put him Sarah?" Jenny asked, struggling under Dean's weight.
"Uh-uh," She stammered. "There's a bed in that back room." Jenny nodded.
She and Sam laid him down gently.
"I need gause, peroxide, you know first aid." Sam nodded. "I need hot water too." Sam turned and left. Jenny turned to Dean. "You still awake honey?" He barely lifted his hand. "That's good. Just a little while longer and you can rest baby-doll." Sam came back. She took the stuff from him. He looked at his brother. Stunned. He felt numb. He couldn't move. Jenny looked up at him. "Sam, I need you to go out and get more of this stuff okay." Sam nodded, greatful to have something to do. Jenny went back to Dean. "Okay honey," she said gently. "Let's get these off." She gently took off Dean's jacket. She pulled her knife out of her pocket and cut at Dean's shirt and pulled what little of it was left off. She dipped a washcloth in the bowl of hot water Sam brought. She touched it to Dean's head. Wiping away the blood on his face. He was drenched. It was a wonder he hadn't bled to death. She wiped the blood off his chest and arms. The gashes on his body were huge. She got the peroxide and dabbed at a particulaily nasty cut on his chest.
"Ahh!" He yelled, gripping Jenny's hand tight.
"Shh..." She couldn't stop. If infection set in they'd have no choice but to go to a doctor. They didn't have that kind of time. She bandaged him as best as she could. Once she had cleaned and bandaged his torso, she looked down at his legs. On his upper left leg there was a large gash that was turning his jeans a deep red. She bit her lower lip. "Okay. Dean?"
"Mmn?" He said weakly.
"This is gonna sound really weird, but I have to take your jeans off." Dean smiled faintly. Jenny rolled her eyes. "You could be lookin' the Grim Reaper in the face and still be the same old you." Dean shivered and sweat perspired down his face. Jenny took off his jeans. She cleaned the wound and wrapped gause around it. She pulled a thermometer out of the bag and covered Dean up. "Okay Dean open up." She placed the thermometer under his tongue. Dean looked up at her.
"Are-are y-you ok-kay?" He asked. Jenny smiled.
"Yes sweetheart I'm fine. You on the other hand need some serious sleep." Dean nodded and shuddered.
'Th-that," he winced. "s-sou-sounds great." The thermometer beeped. She pulled it out. 101.5. As long as it didn't get any higher than that she wouldn't worry. Too much.
"Dean I'll be right back." He nodded and let go of her hand. Jenny came back with two tablets and a glass of water. "Okay Dean I need you to take these. Then I promise you can sleep." Dean nodded and tried to sit up. Jenny propped his head up in her hand, put the pill in his mouth and poured in some water. Dean swallowed both painfully. Jenny laid him back down gently. He grabbed her hand again.
"D-don't l-lea-ve." He gasped. Jenny shook her head.
"I won't." And Dean was asleep in seconds.
