CHAPTER SEVEN
Jen and Dean made their way to the entrance where his father sat. He was bandaged from the one side of his face to his right arm. He grimaced as he stood, patting Dean on the back, "How are ya my boy?"
"I'm fine dad."
"Good." He said before turning to Jen and extending his hand.
"Glad to see you Jennifer. It's been a long time."
"Yeah it has been."
He nodded, "Last I saw of you, you were but a kid. Freckles and all."
She laughed, "I grew up James. I'm not a kid anymore."
"I know. Engaged to be married and all."
She shook her head, "Actually, I called it off. Jeremiah was too controlling."
Dean took a seat next to his father, "She knows about her dad's journal. She's smarter than we were at her age."
She snorted, "I'm not a kid Dean!"
He grinned, thinking to himself that she was indeed a kid. "Well then, how about you show us your manor and then I'll decide."
"Fine." She said and mockingly rolled her eyes. "Let's go. I have to get home as it is."
She had them trail after her to her car. She ushered John onto the back seat, keeping him as comfortable as he could be, and then told Dean to take shotgun. He was about to grin, when his famous saying 'Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his pie hole' came trudging back to him. "Um Jen, can I pick out the music?"
She laughed, "No. Driver picks the music, you my dear shut your pie hole."
"Hey! That's my line!" he protested.
"Too bad you learned it from your father as I did."
He shook his head, "I am so in trouble."
She grinned devilishly and placed a CD in the CD player. Britney Spear's came taunting from the speakers as Dean slid down in his seat in agony. "Come on Jen, I need to keep alive not die in torture!"
"Too bad." She said as she pulled out from the parking lot. A few minutes of this torture would mellow him out, she hoped.
She made it up to her property line and by then Evanescence was on the speakers; Dean had calmed down and was sleeping. She slammed on the brakes and John shook his head as Dean awoke abruptly.
"What's wrong?" he hastily said.
"We're here."
Dean took one look at the manor and his mouth dropped, "You live here?"
"Duh!" she said.
"This place is so huge!"
"Yeah and has been in the family for years."
"Whoa!" was all he said as John got out of the car, opening Dean's door. "Pick your jaw off the ground Dean, we got things to do boy."
"Yes sir." He said.
Jen rolled her eyes as she unlocked the front door and led the two men into the foyer.
"Holy shit!" was all that could be heard in the near silence. Jen rolled her eyes. "What now Dean?"
"This room is huge!"
"Give it up Dean." John said, giving him a warning look. "We've got business to discuss."
"Yes sir."
Jen ushered them to the library and took a seat behind the very large mahogany desk. She opened her bag and gently placed the journals on the desk. "Now what are these journals for?" she asked, placing the journals toward the two men.
John and Dean both took a seat in front of the desk, John grimaced as his shoulder throbbed. "Demons really."
Jen raised an eyebrow, "You're telling me that demons and all that do exist?"
John nodded, "Dean, Sam and I have been chasing them down for quite some time now."
"Then how did my dad become involved?"
John sighed, "He was a hunter too. He quit right after you were born, but he was still a contact and did a lot for me."
Jen shook her head, this was far too much for her to comprehend.
"What happens now? Am I now that contact?"
John shook his head, "I rather keep you out of this."
Jen shook her head, her hair falling into her face, "No can do Mr. Winchester. My father taught me some stuff I thought was for my imagination, now I know why he told me what he did. And that crossbow he had me train with, do you know why?"
John sighed, "The Siren's Crossbow. It's supposed to take out demons."
"Who would make such a thing?"
"Your father did. He was to use it, but you were always so content in trying it out. He didn't have the heart to take it away from you."
"So I'm a hunter as well?"
John stood, his height over-bearing her. He looked down at her and placed his hands on the desk, looking her square in the face, "You are not to do a thing young lady. This is a dangerous job. You are better off being a medic."
She gritted her teeth, "My dad would think otherwise."
"Yes he would." he said looking to Dean, "See what this life has done to my children? Sam is in ICU and Dean was hurt badly. I can't see you getting yourself killed."
Dean flinches at the words, he knew how she felt. All the times dad had left them in the dark, the lies and betrayal was far too much. He sided with Jen....
She got to her feet and placed her small face inches from his, "I may be a girl John; but one thing I don't do is turn my back on friends and a damn good fight. Whatever is out there will come for me eventually, and I'm going to kick ass, with or without your godamn permission!"
"Dad, come on, she can be of some help while Sam is in the hospital."
"No Dean. She is going to mind her own business."
Jen snatched up the journals, "Then I may as well burn them then. If I can't help, then anything I own is my business."
John went to grab for her, but she moved away. He looked to Dean, "Help me out Dean."
Dean shook his head, "She has a point dad."
"She's a damn girl Dean!"
Dean stood and glared at his father, "AND SHE IS A WINCHESTER!"
John looked at him stunned, "How?"
"Her father was your brother wasn't he?"
John bowed his head, "Yes."
"Then she is in every way a part of this now."
Jen smirked, bowing her head to Dean in appreciation. "Now dad, you're going to tell us exactly what the hell you two were planning and why."
John sat back in his chair and sighed, "Let me start from the beginning.
