Dean's POV:

This week had been one of the longest in my entire life. Jen hadn't been here all week; we had exchanged a few texts, mostly about our project. I got the feeling since she didn't tell me where she had gone, Jen didn't want me to ask. Tonight's game had been tough, against our rivals, the Panthers. My shoulder was tweaked, my head hurt like hell but I had come up with that interception for the win. So it was worth it.

I came out of the locker room, bag slung over my shoulder and Jen was already there, sitting back against the hood of the Impala. Her hair covered half her face; she brushed back the curls as a passerby talked to her. Jen looked up when I was a couple spots away. She had this small smirk that made me grin like an idiot.

"Nice game."

"Thanks...You ready to go already?" I thought she would be a while, since she would have to ditch the marching band uniform. But here she was, wearing the green flannel shirt that she wore on the first day we met. Jen nodded and smiled, my heart skipped, "Yep...What are we doing?"

Get it under control Dean. I looked down at my watch, "We can probably make a late movie if you want? Closest is half hour away, right?"

Jen nodded quickly, "Yep…"

"Well then, get your ass in the car."

Jen laughed and hopped in, she seemed giddy. I pulled out of the parking lot, "What do you want to see?"

"Doesn't matter...No chick flicks though."

I thought quickly, "What? You don't want to sit through the whole I love you, now I don't...Oops I do thing?"

"Absolutely not." Jen confirmed, cracking the window a little bit, cool air spilling in. I turned on the radio, realizing I had no idea what Jen listened to. Jen laughed, "Are you serious?"

"Are you making fun of my music?", acting offended. I always listened to classic rock. I knew a lot of people didn't like it, but nothing beat Zeppelin. Jen leaned over, turning the knob on the radio. I slapped her hand away, "Hey...What do you think you are doing? My car, my radio."

Jen pushed my hand away, "I'm not making fun of your music...This station sucks ass...Here. This one is a lot better, plus they have a good morning show."

"You listen to classic rock?" I was a little surprised when AC/DC came through the speakers. I couldn't see top of the class, classical music playing Jen, listening to this.

"Yes I do...Especially in the car."

"You are something else, you know that?"

Jen laughed, I think a little embarrassed, "Like something else bad, or something else good?"

"Something good Jen." I looked over to see her run her hand through her hair. She was blushing. I had to fight the urge to grab her hand, lace my fingers through hers. Dean, you had told her that you were friends. Friends don't do that, she doesn't feel the same way. I heard the little voice... what if she did?

"Were your sisters there tonight?" I hadn't seen those two, but I hadn't really been looking either. Plus I was digging for something to talk about.

"They stuck around for the first half, I think Mags ran off with some friends. Sky left when her friend's parents picked them up."

"They are gone a lot." I had noticed that they would go places. Jen loved those two, but they didn't spend nearly as much time together as Sammy and me.

Jen shrugged, "I mean, they are kids. You only get to run around, being young and dumb once. Why should they waste that?"

We bullshitted about little stuff for the rest of the ride. Jen was easy to talk to. Any question I asked she gave a forward answer. When the conversation would drop off for a moment, it was never awkward. She never stopped smiling. Jen's good mood was infectious. I parked in the lot and we headed in. The lady behind the counter looked up, "What can I do for you two?"

I picked an action movie that looked okay. I noticed that Jen seemed really uncomfortable when I handed the money to the lady. She stayed right by my side as I moved to concessions, "What do you want?"

"Dean...I will get it." Jen said quietly.

"Absolutely not Jen."

She grabbed the arm of my jacket, speaking lowly, "Dean...You don't have a job yet and this shit is so overpriced. Please let me get it."

"No Jen." I said firmly. I wasn't letting her pay for anything. I had asked her to come out tonight, and dammit I was going to pay.

"I'm good then."

I rolled my eyes, "You're so stubborn."

"You have no idea."

I walked up, "Okay...large popcorn with extra butter, large Coke, a water, and...a thing of licorice."

I grabbed the stuff, tossing the water bottle at her, "Since this stuff is so overpriced... I don't want to waste the popcorn, so you will have to help me out."

Jen shook her head, "Thanks Dean."

She didn't need to thank me for something like this, "Yeah Jen...Of course."

Jen picked seats towards the back, and in the middle; immediately kicking her feet up, crossing her ankles, "I bet you some seven foot asshole will still try to sit in front of me."

I laughed, "The place is pretty empty."

"I'm telling you, it happens every damn time." Sure as shit, not two minutes later, people came in and the guy walked through the aisle, going to sit down in front of her.

"Keep moving asshole." Jen said just loud enough for him to hear. He turned, surprised.

"Yeah you...You have the entire theater to sit in." Jen motioned for him to keep moving. After a moment, he did. I chuckled. Jen smirked, "Told you so."

"Here." I shoved the popcorn at her. She refused, "Seriously Jen. I'm not gonna finish it."

She took some just as the lights dimmed and the previews came on. Jen was a quiet watcher, leaning against her hand, towards me. I had to glance at her every once in awhile to see if she was even awake. The people two rows down, not so much. They were a couple that were either making out or talking loudly. Jen grabbed a handful of popcorn and started tossing pieces at their heads every time they would make noise. They eventually took the hint and quieted.

About halfway through I finally worked up the courage to relax in my seat. My shoulder against hers. I offered her some licorice and she took a piece. Jen chuckled and I realized I hadn't' even been watching the movie, I had been lost in my own head.

Eventually the lights turned back on as the credits rolled and we headed out, "Wasn't that bad, huh?"

"It was pretty good for a last minute pick." We walked outside, the air was now close to freezing. It was a clear night, bright, because it was just a few days after the full moon. I started the car, kicking the heat on as high as it would go before leaving. Jen sighed. I looked at her, she was watching the sky out the window, "What is it Jen?"

She turned to me, "Nothing. Just thinking."

"About?" Jen shrugged in response.

"This was a lot of fun Dean...We are going to have to do it again soon." Jen said quietly.

"You bet." I couldn't believe it. She wanted to do this again. It was exciting and made me kind of giddy. Giddy enough that I didn't see the figure on the side of the road until they darted in front of me and I clipped them.

"Son of a bitch!" I slammed the breaks, reaching with one hand to steady Jen. My heart was beating through my chest.

"Are you okay?" Jen nodded quickly but her face was pale. I grabbed her chin, "Are you sure?"

"Yes Dean...I'm fine." I hopped out, looking back along the road for the person, but they were nowhere to be seen. The door creaked, and Jen was out front, "All you got is a busted headlight. With a deer, it could have been a lot worse."

"A deer?...Jen, that was a person."

She scoffed, "You must have hit your head a lot harder than you thought... I was sitting right there, it was a deer."

I started back down the road, looking for anything. Jen was right with me. There was a shoe lying on the shoulder, "Since when do deer wear shoes?"

Jen grabbed my jacket, "Let's go. We can call the police department from the car."

She looked nervous, "Jen, I'm not going to leave somebody out here. Especially if I just hit them. You can wait in the car if you want."

I saw the tall grass bent over where they must have gone into the woods. I followed it and it took me a moment to realize that Jen was still with me. She didn't make a sound as she walked with me, sidestepping twigs and branches.

"Please Dean...We need to go. We shouldn't be out here."

"Jen…" Something snapped over to my right, "Hello?"

"Shut the fuck up." Jen hissed, grabbing my arm and pulling me down to the ground with her. I resisted, confused. There was nothing out here, it was just an animal, even though I couldn't see it in the moonlight. What the hell was up her ass?

"Jen…"

"Quiet." Jen's arm wrapped around the back of my head, hand clamping down over my mouth. There was a rustling of leaves and Jen's breath caught in her chest as she pulled me closer. I struggled against her, she pinched my nose so I couldn't breathe. I smacked her arm, Jen let me breathe again but didn't remove her hand. I felt her lips near my ear, "When I let you go...You need to be quiet...You need to run Dean. Don't look back. Don't wait for me."

I shook my head, not about to leave her in the middle of the woods by herself. Her forehead pressed against me, "Please...You need to run."

Her voice begged, pleading, almost sad. I shook my head again, swearing that I heard a growl nearby, then a metallic click. Why did Jen want me to run? She moved quickly, dragging me up with her, but staying hunched; breaking for the next tree. A twig snapped and her back snapped up, head swiveling. What was she looking for?...What the fuck was that? In Jen's right hand was a handgun that glinted in the dim light. Jen froze, facing forward. I squinted, trying to see what she saw.

"Fuck." Jen sighed.

"What?"

"There's two."

"Two what?" What was she seeing?

"You shoulda ran Dean. I'm so sorry."

Jen shoved me to the ground, spinning away and firing off two shots that left my ears ringing. I scrambled to get up, nothing sounding right. When I was almost up, my ankles were pulled, something digging into my skin; tossing me across the ground. A...a roar ripped through the air, strong hands flipping me on my back. I looked up into the face I could not explain. Animal eyes, fangs...actual hanging above my head, I closed my eyes; trying to push him, it, away. Before its hand reached me, two more shots rang and the body slumped onto me. I stared up into the starry sky; unable to process what just happened.

Hands pulled me upright, shaking me. I fought against the hands hard, terrified and confused. I shoved, and a hand grabbed my throat, pinning me against the tree.

"Dean! Hey easy…"

"Jen? What the fuck? What th…"

"Shh...everything is going to be okay Dean. We are fine now...It's okay." Her voice was calm, soothing. How could she be this calm? Two fucking psychos just attacked us in the woods.

"Jen...What was that? You just killed two people."

"Dean...They weren't people. You saw...You know."

"Th...That's not…"

Jen let go of me, stepping back, watching me, wearing a pitiful expression. I looked between her and the two bodies on the ground; one a male, one a female. I grabbed the nearest one, flipping her over. I didn't know what it was, it definitely wasn't human. Jen grabbed my shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. I glanced up at her. Jen was on the phone, waiting, "Hi...Sheriff Mills please."

There was a long pause. She was calling the cops? What the fuck? I was going to the nearest rubber room.

"Hey Jodi...It's Jen. I gotta a couple of dogs out here on County C...Do you want me to stick around?...Yeah, Dean Winchester...Okay, okay, okay. Calm down. I will take care of it."

Jen shoved the phone in her pocket, "C'mon Dean."

"What did you mean? Take care of it?..."Jen was scaring the shit outta me. She wasn't the cute girl in chemistry class, the girl who helped me with homework, who fought with me about football calls. She wasn't the girl I was crushing on that teased the shit out of Sam. Jen was a stone cold killer.

"Listen Dean...Let's get back to the car. We will talk, okay? Just come with me...Please." Her voice was soft, gentle. Her hand wrapped around mine, trying to pull me with her. How could someone like that have just shot two people? I stood up, Jen turned and walked through the woods, even in the dark knowing exactly where to go. Before I knew that my feet had brought me here, I was at the Impala. Jen grabbed my coat and I jumped back.

"I'm just taking the keys...You are in shock. I asked you for them twice."

"You...You just.." I still couldn't wrap my head around what had just happened.

"Yes Dean. Get in the car and we will talk about it."

I watched her slide behind the steering wheel, starting the engine. I really wanted to sprint down the road, but we were still twenty miles from town, in the middle of nowhere. So, I climbed in. Jen drove for awhile, I stared out the windshield, not being able to process and the images blurred together. Everything except that face, those fangs. After awhile I noticed the engine was no longer running and the headlights no longer illuminated the road before us.

"Dean?" Her voice was gentle. I turned to find her sitting cross-legged, watching me carefully. I moved against the door. Who the hell was she? Jen raised her hand, one reaching for the inside of her jacket, pulling out the gun. She released the clip, showed me it was loaded. Fuck. I was so screwed. Then she spun it, holding the butt of it towards me. I reluctantly took it.

"There you go. You are in control Dean...Are you okay?"

It took a bit for me to find my voice, "Okay? How the fuck could I be okay Jen? What the fu…"

"Easy. Calm down…"

"Calm down? Calm down! Are you fucking insane?" I was yelling.

"I get it...Are you physically okay? Did it bite you?"

"Did it bite me? What the hell…?"

"Goddammit Dean!" For the first time she was yelling in response, her voice twisted with worry, "This is important! Did it bite you?"

I thought for a moment, "I don't think so."

"You were bleeding. Can I check?"

I was bleeding? I reached around to where my neck was sore and sure enough, drying blood covered my hand. I heard Jen shift, she moved towards me, hands raised the entire way. I had never seen her like this. She pulled on my shirt collar, exposing the wound. I felt her warm hands brush against my skin as she inspected it. Eventually, she sighed. "It is just a scratch. Thank god."

I grabbed her wrist, holding her in place so I could see her face, I was yelling at her, "Thank god for what? What the hell is going on Jen? Tell me."

Jen fought against my grip, "Dean...Please let go, that hurts."

I lessened my grip but didn't let go. I needed her to tell me, I needed to know. Jen sighed, looking out the windshield for a while before turning back to me."Dean there are things out there...Things that exist."

I laughed, trying to hide my fear, "Like what? Are you trying to tell me those were monsters?"

Jen nodded slowly, eyes darting over my face, "Those were werewolves."

"Ha…" I let go of her, "You are crazy, werewolves don't exist."

"They do…"

"What are you gonna tell me next? Vampires are real? Ghosts? The freaking boogie man?"

The corners of her lips twitched. I wanted her to tell me she was messing with me, that this all was a big joke, "Yes Dean...Vampires are real, ghosts are real...though i'm pretty sure the boogie man was a spirit of some sort…"

"You are crazy."

"No I am not...I am so sorry Dean. I didn't want you to know about any of this. I was so stupid, not thinking... I thought we were safe. I wouldn't wish this on anybody."

I paused, she had to be joking. She moved farther away from me, starting the car, "I'm gonna drive you home."

We drove back the way we came, past the place in the woods. The sheriff's cruiser was parked and she waved at Jen as we drove past. I remained silent the entire ride, even when she parked the car in front of my apartment. Jen held out her hand and it took me a moment to understand she was handing me my keys.

"Dean. I understand that you are probably not going to want to be friends with me anymore. You are scared and this is a lot to understand. That's okay, I get it. I am really sorry…"

Her voice cracked, and I saw her wipe away a tear that slid down her cheek, "But Dean, you can't tell anyone about what happened tonight. Not ever...Goodbye Dean."

Before I could respond Jen slipped out the door, the darkness engulfed her and she disappeared. What the fuck? I sat there for a while. And then everything hit me. A fucking werewolf. No...two fucking werewolves had just attacked us. One had jumped me, scratched my neck. Jen had shot them both...and I hadn't even checked if she had been hurt. All I had done was freaked and yelled. Shit. I got out of the car and ran in the general direction Jen had walked.

"Jen?!" I yelled, listening for a response. Nothing. I pulled out my phone, but decided against it. Maybe I could go see her tomorrow. Worse case, I would see her on Monday. I went back to the apartment, climbing the stairs. No one was awake when I opened the door, slipping into bed with my clothes still on.

I stared at the ceiling all night. I ran through the events over and over, trying to get an answer. At the end of each runthrough I got the same answer, I had no fucking clue.