A/N: Thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed and added the story to favorites. This chapter is a little shorter and a little heavy on the angst, but after this chapter it'll be more about the hunt. Please enjoy! I still don't own Supernatural, or any characters, except MJ and Scotty.

Chapter 4

That evening MJ was curled up on the couch, with a book and a blanket. She was wearing Sam's Stanford sweatshirt that was ridiculously big on her. She had her ipod in and jumped a foot in the air when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She turned, yanking the ear buds out.

"Sorry." Dean said. "Where's Sam?"

"He went for a run, should be back any minute."

"I'm gonna run down to Wal-Mart. Grab some stuff so I can change the oil tomorrow." he said heading toward the front door.

"Mm-hmm. And if you happen upon a bar..." She said with a grin.

"Hey what do you take me for?" He asked with mock resentment.

MJ replaced her ear buds, focusing back on her book. She hoped Sam was on his way back. It was nearly dark out now.

She saw movement to her left and looked up to see Scotty entering the room. She pulled out the ear buds again.

"Hey. Mind if I join you?" He asked. He didn't wait for a repsonse before he got comfortable on the middle cushion, right next to MJ. She shifted to her right, away from him. His dark gray t-shirt looked even tighter without the usual flannel over it. He draped his arms over the back of the couch, and propped his feet up on the coffe table.

"Make yourself comfortable." She said looking at him.

He just smirked back. She returned to her book, but gave up on the ipod.

"Where are your brothers?"

"Dean ran to the store. Sammy should be on his way back from his run."

He nodded in response.

She read for a few minutes, really uncomfortable with him sitting in silence, right next to her. She wished he would turn on the TV or something. He would look over at her periodically.

"So where'd you grow up?" He asked suddenly, turning toward her.

"Chicago."

"Until when?"

"Until 6 months ago when I came on the road with my brothers." She hoped he wouldn't ask any more questions. She didn't like getting into it under the best of circumstances, let alone with this morning's dream still fresh in her mind.

"Did you have a boyfriend back home?"

She hesitated, taken aback. "No."

His eyebrows shot up. "Really? They must've been lining up to date you. You turned 'em all down, huh?"

"Oh yeah, that was me. Breaking hearts in between cheerleading practice and pep squad." She said, her eyes on her book.

"Please. Don't pretend not to know that you're hot."

She felt her face burning crimson, the uneasy feeling in her stomach expanding. What the hell was he getting at? She made no response, her eyes were on her book, but she wasn't even seeing the words.

"So, I heard you moaning last night." He said out of nowhere. She looked over at him. "It turned me on."

"I was having a nightmare, you creeper."

"Sure." He smirked knowingly. "Just thinking about it has got me all hot, eh."

MJ followed his gaze down to his lap. Her stomach turned at the sight of his erection tenting his jeans. She froze, unable to so much as look away.

He reached under her blanket, his hand curving over her thigh, moving toward her groin. His touch brought her back to reality and she pulled the blanket back and jumped off the couch. She stepped quickly around him and stood facing him, her arms crossed.

"You pig." She said, outraged before storming toward the stairs. Her exit was blocked by Sam, standing in the doorway, his shirt damp with sweat.

"What's going on?" He asked looking from MJ to the back of Scotty's head, then back to MJ, studying her face carefully. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I'm going to bed." She said pushing past him.

Sam walked into the living room and stood in front of Scotty, who had picked up MJ's book, seemingly intrigued by it.

"What the hell did you do?" Sam asked towering over Scotty.

Scotty shrugged. "Nothing."

"Why'd she call you a pig?" Sam was having a hard time controlling his temper.

"Don't know, but I'm not sweating it. I've been called worse, eh."

That's when Sam noticed the obvious bulge in Scotty's jeans. He took deliberate, slow breaths, trying to calm himself down.

"What did you do, huh? She's fucking fifteen you dirtbag." Sam said, his voice deadly quiet.

"I don't know what you're talking about. We were just talking."

"You're so lucky that it was me that came home. You wouldn't even be breathing right now if Dean had walked in on this." Sam paused, Scotty just looking up at him, completely bemused. "You so much as look at her again and I'll tear you to shreds."

Sam forced himself to leave the room before he could change his mind and pummel the guy.

MJ was pacing her bedroom trying to calm down. In a way she felt vindicated. She knew this guy was no good. Her instincts had been dead on. But being right about him in no way diminished the feelings of disgust and anger he had roused. She took deep, calming breaths. She had to get past this. Dean and Sam needed this guy's help on the case. If she made a big deal out of this, Dean would flip and Scotty would be out on his ass, heading back to Canada. If he was lucky. Either way he wouldn't be going to Tupper Lake with them and that would leave Sam and Dean without any back up. They had based their plans on having three men, and she couldn't have them going into Mount Hope shorthanded. No. She'd suck it up and forget it ever happened.

There was a knock on her door and she panicked.

"MJ? Can I come in?" She breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of Sam's voice.

She pulled the door open. "Sure."

Sam looked royally pissed as he entered the room.

"Are you okay? What happened?" He stood over her, reminding her remarkably of Dean.

She sat down on the bed. "I'm fine, Sam. Nothing happened."

"Then why did you call him a pig and why did he have an-" Sam stopped abruptly.

She snickered. "Don't ask me to explain spontaneous erections, Sam. Not really my department."

"Don't try to gloss over this, Mary Jane. Something happened and I want to know what."

"Look, Sammy. We were sitting on the couch, talking. He got - happy suddenly. I noticed and got grossed out. Hence, the pig comment. That's when you came in. That's it."

He sat beside her on the bed.

"Did he touch you?" He asked quietly.

"No." She lied quickly. "It was nothing, so could we please not even bring it up to Dean? It'll just cause more unnecessary drama."

Sam didn't seem entirely convinced, but he caved nonetheless.

"Okay, but you gotta promise you'll tell me if he tries anything. Anything at all."

She nodded, relieved. "Deal."

Sam insisted on sleeping on the floor in her room that night. He told Dean that he just wanted to be nearby in case she had another nightmare. If Dean was suspicious, he didn't show it.

Sam lay awake, his aggrevation growing by the minute. He didn't like what he had agreed to, and if Dean found out, he would be in a world of shit. Even if it happened exactly the way MJ claimed it did, it was still far from okay. McWhorter was Dean's age and shouldn't have been aroused by sitting on the couch with a fifteen year old kid. Besides, Sam knew that MJ hadn't told him everything. If he found out that son of a bitch layed a hand on his sister...

Sam heard MJ whimpering softly. He made his way to her bedside.

"MJ?" He whispered, brushing the hair from her face. She continued to whimper and he saw tears rolling down her face. "Sweetheart, wake up." He placed a hand on her cheek, gently tapping her.

She tried to push him away, her arms flailing. "No. Please, not again. Please, it hurts." She begged. Sam pulled her into a sitting position.

"Mary Jane. Wake up."

She gasped as her eyes flew open. "Sammy?"

"Yeah, it's me. You were dreaming."

She looked at him for a moment before letting out a strangled sob. She threw her arms around his neck and held on for dear life.

Sam rubbed her back trying to soothe her. "Shh. It's okay. You're safe." He pulled away, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." She answered quickly.

"Okay. It's okay, you don't have to. Here, lay down." He fixed the covers back over her and started to get up when MJ grabbed his arm.

"Stay." She said simply. He lay down beside her as she turned on her side, facing away from him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and she grasped his hand. Sam listened to her breathing slow and become shallow and rythmic as she fell asleep. He felt sick to his stomach wondering what she had drempt about, now certain that someone, somewhere, had done something horrible to her. A single tear rolled down Sam's cheek as he watched his sister sleep.

Bobby returned sometime before dawn, and Dean announced at breakfast that they would be leaving early the next morning. Dean caught Sam throwing some dirty looks at McWhorter when he came into the room. He also noticed how MJ seemed to avoid looking directly at the guy while she cooked their breakfast. Was he reading more into it than what it was? Sammy had told him she had another nightmare last night. Not as bad as the night before, but bad enough. Maybe she was just off because of that. He might have been able to brush it off, but there was no mistaking the way she stiffened when he sat beside her at the table and reached across her for the butter dish. She became flushed and rushed to finish her eggs, excusing herself quickly, saying she needed to do laundry and pack.

Dean made his way upstairs a half hour later, leaving Sammy and McWhorter to clean the kitchen. He heard CCR playing through the partially open bedroom door. MJ was standing in front of the bed, folding clothes. Dean knocked on the door jamb before entering.

"Hey." He said approaching her. She looked up, giving him half a smile. He sat down next to her suitcase. "How you doing?"

"Fine." She said without looking up from the sweatshirt she was adding to the stack of neatly folded clothes.

"You sure? Cause I know the nightmares really-"

"I'm okay Dean." she cut him off.

Dean didn't respond as MJ made her way to the dresser, pulling her toiletries and make up off the top and placing them in a make up case. He took a deep breath as she returned.

"We need to talk about Scotty."

The make up case tumbled from MJ's grasp, it's contents spilling onto the floor. "What about him?" She asked bending down to retrieve the items.

Dean knelt in front of her, gathering up several bottles of nail polish. He noticed that her face had gone red at the mention of Scotty. "Are you- okay with him coming along with us?" He asked as they both straightened and he resumed his spot on the bed.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you seem kinda uncomfortable when he's around." Dean watched her carefully, gauging her response.

She kept packing, not looking at him as she answered. "I think he's a creep who thinks he's God's gift, but I wouldn't say he makes me uncomfortable."

Something was off, Dean thought.

He grabbed her arm, making her look up at him. "Stop. Sit. Listen." He said slowly, inclining his head toward the bed. She sat down beside him as he released her arm.

"I know we joke around a lot and that we don't have serious talks, like, ever." He cleared his throat and continued. "But you know that if something is bothering you, anything, you can tell me and I'll take care of it." She looked down, picking at her thumb nail. He continued. "If this guy has done anything. Anything at all that upset you, I need to know about it. Now." He waited, watching her. "Even if it was just looking at you the wrong way, anything." She still said nothing, not looking up. "I'll tell him to take a hike and Bobby can come along."

MJ looked up at him finally. "No. He hasn't done anything, Dean. It's just..me. I'm not used to having someone else around all the time. Especially a strange man. It's fine, though. I promise."

Dean still wasn't convinced. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." She said with a small smile. "It's just the nightmares. They make me feel...off." She finished, standing and continuing to pack.

Dean sat in silence for a few moments.

"Well, okay," he said standing. "I'll leave you to it then." He stopped at the door and turned to face her. "MJ." She looked up. "You know you're safe with me, right?" He didn't quite meet her eye as he said it, his face reddening slightly. In his conversations with Jenna over the last few months she had encouraged him to make MJ feel comfortable talking to him. He might be able to accomplish that, but he doubted he would ever feel anything but awkward having a heart to heart with her.

MJ smiled, knowing what it cost him to pose that question. "I know, Dean."

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