Author's note: I do not own anything having to do with Supernatural, only Jackie belongs to me.

This one is inspired by the song 'Can't Shake You' by Gloriana. Remember the one shots aren't in any order so because they are happy/angry/broken up or whatever in one chapter doesn't mean they will be in the next. Anything specific you want to see just let me know.

I borrowed Becca from ispiltthemilk for a friend for Jackie in this chapter.

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Can't Shake You

A year had gone past and there wasn't a day that went past that I didn't think about my green-eyed hunter. I wondered what he was doing, thinking, and most importantly if he was alive or not. I had called Bobby probably more than I should have these last few months just to make sure Dean was still breathing. I'd even driven all night a few weeks ago, almost made it to the Salvage Yard to, when his words came flooding back to me and I changed my mind.

"You don't want to be here then there's the door!" He hollered, outstretching an arm towards the exit.

My anger and pride forced me to stay standing when all I wanted to do was crumble to the floor with heart wrenching sobs. The ferocity in his eyes was more intense than I'd ever seen it. "I've given you everything, Winchester! Everything I have and that still isn't enough for you!"

Sam came through the motel room door with a bag of food and curiously looked between Dean's set jaw and my ragged breathing. "Everything alright?"

"You know what?" I ran a hand through my hair trying to convince myself I'd be able to make it on my own as I headed toward my duffle. "Fine, you don't want me here. I'm gone."

"Don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out, sweetheart," Dean sneered.

Sam quickly set the food on the table and held his hands up in surrender, "Whoa, whoa, just hold on a minute. What's going on?" Neither one of us answered as I continued to carelessly stuff my clothes into my bag. "Dean, you're going to let her just walk out the door?"

I slowed my movements a bit, curious as to what his reply would be, "She's the one that wants to leave."

"Jacks?" Sam questioned turning to me as a few tears rolled down my cheeks.

I pulled on my jacket and threw my bag over my shoulder, "It's time for me to go, Sam." I glanced over at Dean who looked like he would explode again at any moment. "We…I tried but loving a Winchester comes with consequences. I'm done."

"Jackie, are you listening to me?" Becca waved her hand in front of my face.

I forced a smile and nodded, "Yeah, sorry."

She sighed and rolled her eyes as she finished checking her hair in the rearview mirror of her car, "Look, it's not often I get to ditch dumb and dumber and have a girl's night so you're going to put on a real smile and have some fun, besides I love this bar."

"What's so special about it?" I wondered out loud. I'd been pretty good recently though when Dean and I first split there had been a few weeks of falling off the bandwagon.

Becca applied her lip gloss, rolling her lips together to make sure it was even, before replying, "The bartender adds twice as much alcohol," she smirked a little as we got out of the car. "And they only play classic rock none of that new age crap."

"I know someone who would've loved this place," I mused and followed her into the dimly lit bar.

I don't know what I was expecting but it looked like any other bar in a no name town. The wooden floors had many years worth of scuff marks and random indents, a few stained glass lights hung over worn tables, and just as promised classic rock was playing loudly through the speakers. It wasn't until the song changed to 'You Shook me all Night Long,' by AC/DC that I found myself following Becca over to the bar.

"Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air," Dean sang along with the cassette that was shoved in the tape deck. He looked over to me and wiggled his eyebrows with that infamous smirk on his face, "She told me to come but I was already there."

I laughed at his antics and though I normally would have fought him over his choice of music I couldn't deny that it put a smile on my face. "'Cause the walls started shaking, the earth was quaking, my mind was achin', and we were makin' it."

Dean turned the music down and ran his tongue over his bottom lip, "You certainly know how to paint a picture."

"You know," I slowly unzipped the front of my hooded sweatshirt, "We could test the shocks out…just to see how much rocking your baby can take. I figure she can go for awhile."

"We still talking about the car?" He questioned suggestively though he was already pulling off to the side of the road.

"Hey, space cadet," Becca sighed and spun around on her bar stool. "What's with you tonight?"

"Nothing," I waved off the half creeped out half concerned look she was giving me. "I'm going to hit the bathroom, I'll be right back."

Once in the bathroom I splashed some cold water on my face and rolled my shoulders a bit to loosen some of the tension that had settled there. After convincing myself that I wasn't being a stalker I dialed the number to the Salvage Yard, the phone only ringing a few times before the gruff hunter picked up.

"Hello?"

I cleared my throat, "Uh, hey, Bobby."

"Jacqueline? That you?"

"Yeah, just checking in."

He cut me off before I could say anymore, "You mean you're checking in on the boys." My silence was his answer and he deeply sighed. "They've just finished a case, pretty run of the mill poltergeist. Far as I know both are fine."

"Thanks, Bobby. I know I shouldn't keep calling but I just…I can't help wondering if he's okay."

"Can an old drunk give you a piece of advice?"

"Of course."

"Call the boy. He's too stubborn to pick up the phone himself."

"Bobby, I…"

He cut me off again, "He checks in on you too. Asks every time I talk to him if I've heard from you and how you're doing."

"What do you say?" I asked quietly unsure how to feel about it all.

He chuckled and I could just imagine him fixing that old ratty hat he insists on wearing, "Told him the truth; that if you could survive dating his ass nothing could bring you down." I laughed a little with him until he got serious again. "Look, darlin', I don't know what happened between the two of you but I know that if I got a second chance with Karen I'd give it everything I had and then some."

"Well," I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. "You take care of yourself you old drunk and I'll talk to you soon. If I don't go and rejoin my friend she's liable to send out a search party."

I ended the call and shoved my phone back into my pocket. When I got back to the bar Becca started animatedly talking about the amount of lettuce that was in a wrap she ordered for lunch the other day. I nodded along at the appropriate times but the conversation I had with Bobby had sent me over the edge and I ordered a double shot of whiskey.

Becca continued to talk and I continued to drink until the devil in the bottle relaxed me for the first time in a long time. This was my way of shaking him off, erasing him from my mind even if it was short lived because I knew the second I was sober he would flood my every thought again. She excused herself and went to play darts with another one of her friends that we'd met out and I sat alone drowning my memories.

"Jackie?" The all too familiar voice froze me in my spot. No, I'd just had too much to drink and I was hearing things he couldn't be here. This time there was a hand on my shoulder gently spinning me on my bar stool, "Jackie?"

I looked up at his shaggy hair and couldn't help the laugh that spilt from my lips, "Think it's time for a haircut, Sam. You're going to be able to braid it soon." I grabbed my drink off the bar and took a slow sip ignoring the growing concern in the youngest Winchester's eyes. "So, does that mean he is here too?"

Sam's gaze shifted to the other side of the bar and I saw him hustling pool with a few bikers. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I saw a smug smile spread across his lips as he sunk his shot. He looked so carefree and happy but I knew the moment he saw me that would all change.

"What're you doing?" Sam asked softly, motioning to the half empty glass in my hands.

I took another sip and turned in my seat so that Dean wasn't in my line of sight anymore, "Don't judge me, Sam."

"I'm not, I'd never…" he trailed off trying to find the right words though I doubt there would be anything he could say to make things better.

I wanted to say something, to explain to him what really happened a year ago, but even his brother's keeper wouldn't be able to fix this one. That's when I heard it, the one voice that had been haunting my dreams.

"Sam, what's taking so long?"

I finished my drink and took a deep breath as I spun around in my seat, "Hey, Dean."

His face became unreadable as he glanced between Sam and me before he finally breathed out my name.

"I'm just going to give you two some space," Sam excused himself leaving Dean and I alone and an awkward silence fell over us.

After a few minutes he sat down next to me and ordered a double shot of whiskey reminding me of the first time we had ever met.

I couldn't stand the silence anymore and quietly admitted, "I can't shake you."

"What?" He questioned, his emotional wall up and not ready to come down anytime soon.

"Every other time a love said goodbye I'd just shake it off and have a drink so I didn't have to feel anything but it's not working this time. I know it's over but I can't shake you."

Dean rolled the glass between his hands keeping his gaze on the liquid as it sloshed side to side, "Shouldn't be in a place like this there's too much temptation for you."

"I didn't want to be here but my friends," I motioned over to where Becca was yelling at the dart for not going where she threw it. "They all love this bar." He scoffed a little and took a sip of his drink finishing more than half of it. I went to order another for myself but he put his hand on top of mine so I couldn't flag down the bartender. "You don't get to tell me what I can do anymore, Dean. You slammed that door in my face a long time ago."

"Don't forget who walked out on who," he replied, keeping his hand in place.

I shoved him off of me and stumbled a bit as I got to my feet, "I may have been the one that walked away but you were the one who was leaving without me…again."

"What'd you want me to do? Beg? You wanted out so bad I wasn't going to keep you against your will," he argued finishing his drink and getting to his feet.

"I wanted out because you didn't seem to understand that I needed you!" I shouted, not caring anymore who heard us. "It was supposed to have been you and me against the world. Not you and me only when you decided it was safe enough! I'm not a toy you can keep locked up in a motel room!"

I caught Becca's gaze from across the room and gave her a slight nod to let her know there was nothing to worry about. Sam wasn't as easy to appease and he ushered the two of us outside to the parking lot before we were thrown out of the place.

"Dean…" I tried to catch his eyes, it took me a few seconds but when I did a tear escaped and slid down my cheek. "I tried to do it without you. I thought I could…and you might hate me for saying this but I'd take a cold night in the backseat of your car over a warm night in a stranger's bed." A few more tears rolled down my cheeks and though it looked like it went against everything his mind was telling him not to do he wiped them away with his thumb. "Please, don't leave me."

"Jacks," he started with a sigh.

"No," I cut him off and hit him in the chest as hard as I could which caused him to stumble back a bit surprised by my outburst. "You don't get to keep doing this to me!" I hit him again in the chest but this time it barely fazed him. "You don't get to make me fall in love with you and then walk out the door!"

He stood there and let me take out my anger with each hit until I had no more fight in me and I slumped to the ground trying to draw my much needed air into my lungs. He crouched down in front of me and curled a finger under my chin to make me look him in the eyes, "I was trying to protect you, that's all I've ever wanted to do."

"Walking away doesn't keep me safe, all you're doing is destroying me, and I don't know how much more I can take. I need you in my life, Winchester. You're the one drug I can't get enough of and the withdrawals are enough to send anyone over the edge. I tried to remember all the good times we had but all that I could remember was goodbye," I leaned forward so that my head was resting against his chest.

He placed a single kiss on top of my head and just like that I was addicted to my drug again. I could only hope that this time we would last but loving a Winchester came with consequences and I had to learn to deal with them.