A/Notes: Okay, so now there's going to be some new things added to mix. (:

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Supernatural except Presleigh.

Dean: 24

Sam: 20

Presleigh: 14

Chapter 9: Secrets

It had been two weeks since the big meeting between Sam and Dean and Jamie. Fortunately for Jamie and Presleigh, their relationship had grown for the better over the past fourteen days. Other than a couple days out of the week, Jamie and Presleigh had been inseparable. Almost every day after school let out, Jamie would drive Presleigh either to a movie or to go get ice cream at the local ice cream shop, Barry's Famous Ice Cream. Then, he would drive her home and get her safely inside her apartment by five. Dean would be home by five thirty from the garage sometimes later.

Dean was completely unaware at how much Presleigh and Jamie had been hanging out over the past two weeks. That was, of course, up until Presleigh turned down Dean's sixth offer for a trip to Barry's Famous Ice Cream. Fun fact: Presleigh never turned down ice cream.

"Are you sick, Pres? Have you been feeling bad lately? Headaches? Stomachaches?"

Dean put the back of his hand against Presleigh's head. She leaned backwards in her diner booth seat and waved him off.

"'m fine Dean."

Dean clasped his hand and put his elbows on the little red table unimpressed. His plate that no longer had even a crumb left on it lay pushed in front of him. Dean wasn't buying Presleigh's little ''m fine' act. Not one bit.

"Pres, you love ice cream. You've turned down my ice cream trip six times now."

Dean held up six fingesr for emphasis.

Presleigh rolled her eyes at her always so overbearing older brother and crossed her arms.

"I just haven't been in the mood for ice cream, okay? Does that float your boat?"

Dean wasn't born yesterday. Everything started clicking in his head like a machine. She wasn't "in the mood" for ice cream because she had already had ice cream. Sam wasn't in town to drive her to Barry's Famous Ice Cream. And she knew better than to walk into town by herself. Even if it was for just some ice cream, Dean still didn't approve of her going anywhere without him. So that leaves only one person who could have possibly gotten her into town to get some ice cream. Jamie.

Dean decided to kind of play along with his little sister's game.

"That isn't because you've already had ice cream, is it Pres?"

Presleigh immediately got defensive.

"Dean I can't even drive. So tell me how I could get into town without a car and a license?"

Dean scrunched up his face in mock confusion.

"I didn't even say anything about driving to Barry's. I was talking about at school maybe. Ice Cream Sundaes at lunch."

"Oh," was all Presleigh managed to say.

All of a sudden, Presleigh broke eye contact from her brother and started finding the fallen French fry from her plate on the checkered floor way more interesting than it really was. Presleigh knew that it was impossible to lie to Dean… and also not the brightest idea considering the time she lied to him about being sick so she could stay home from school. That didn't end well. So she decided to just advert the conversation to something else, before Dean caught on to it.

Little did she know, he was already way ahead of her.

"Presleigh. Don't lie to me. You've been going out with that boy of yours to the ice cream shop when I've been at work. I'm not an idiot, but apparently you are."

Presleigh pointed to him and squinted her left eye giving him credit.

"You're good, you know that?"

It was obvious Presleigh was trying to give Dean a compliment to try and help her case.

When was she gonna learn that that never actually helped her?

Dean rolled his eyes and pulled out of his cellphone. He fumbled through it for a couple of moments and found what he was looking for. He turned his phone around to his sister sitting across from him and gave it to her.

"Read this. Out loud."

Presleigh took in a deep breath before obeying her older brother.

"Hey Dean. There's a case I need your help on right outside of the town you and Pres are currently staying in. It's a small one but I really need your help cus I've got a lot going on right now with my case in Oklahoma. I called Bobby and he said that him and Rufus were busy as well. I know it's a lot, asking you to do this hunt and watch after Pres, but I would really appreciate it. -John."

Presleigh looked up from the phone.

"Dad knows how to use technology?"

Dean laughed and shook his head. He reached for his phone and put it back in his jeans' pocket.

"Why I asked you to read the message from Dad is cus I was wondering if you would want to go on the hunt with me?"

Presleigh's face immediately lit up. She had only been on a couple hunts with just her and Dean. Plus, it had been awhile since she had even gone on one period.

"Really Dean?!"

Dean nodded his head and smiled.

"Yeah. I mean if you're okay with leaving that boy of yours for a weekend, possibly more."

Presleigh nodded her head without even pondering it. This made Dean smile even larger.

"Okay, good. Cus Ima need your help, Pres. And besides, you haven't gone on a hunt in months. Now that's just unacceptable for a Winchester."

"What about Sam?"

Dean frowned.

"That's a different story."

"You don't think Dad will get mad at you? Going behind his back and all?"

Dean shook his head and raised his eyebrows.

"When have we ever thought anything other than 'what Dad don't know won't kill him'?"

Presleigh laughed and Dean gave her a wink.

"So ice cream?" Presleigh asked Dean with a grin.

Dean stood up and pulled out a twenty to pay for the food and tip and threw it on the table.

"Thought you'd never ask."

SPN

"So why can't you come to Taylor's party this Friday?"

Jamie and Presleigh were sitting outside soaking up the nice fall weather on the tables of the park. The couple had founded the little town park as their favorite hangout place a couple of weeks ago. Dean was super supportive of it cus nothing could happen in public. Right?

Presleigh picked up another M&M and placed it on her tongue to suck on.

"I already told you. Me and my brother are going out of town this weekend. We'll be back either Sunday night or Monday."

"I know but you didn't say where..."

Presleigh huffed and looked at Jamie for the first time in the face.

"We're just going to have some bro and sis time. We're weird like that."

Presleigh didn't want to lie to Jamie, in fact she hated it, but she couldn't just come out and say she was going to hunt some monster with her brother. What could she tell him? She has to go kill some kind of thing that's supernaturally killing innocent humans? Um, she didn't think that would quite end well.

"Okay, okay. Well, I'm gonna miss you Pres. Promise to keep me updated on what's all going on."

Presleigh smiled and kissed his hand that was holding hers tightly.

"Of course, J."

Jamie leaned in and kissed Presleigh on her lips. He didn't seem to care that there were people around them playing on the swings and playing fetch with their Golden Retrievers. Presleigh didn't seem to mind either.

She was starting to really like Jamie. But to be honest, it kind of scared her. She wasn't one to trust people so easily. She moved around with her brothers and father so much that she never really had the time to trust people. It scared her to think that she would have to leave him one day. And the thought of that actually scaring her just made her even more scared. Her emotions felt so out of whack.

It was scaring her.

SPN

"Come on Presleigh! We don't have time to waste! We need to already be half way there!"

Dean was calling for his baby sister who busy trying to finish packing. She had spent her "packing time" talking to Jamie on her phone, but she knew better than to tell Dean that. That wouldn't be the excuse he would be looking for.

"Coming!" Presleigh yelled as she quickly zipped up her duffel bag.

She didn't have to pack very heavy. It was only a weekend hunt. And it wasn't like she needed make up and straighteners for a hunt. No, more like Neosporin and silver knifes.

Presleigh ran out of her room and past Dean who was holding the door open for her. Dean swatted her as she passed by.

"Women. When will I ever find out why they take so long?"

Presleigh looked back over shoulder as she opened the Impala's passenger door.

"Women? I'm a woman now?"

Dean groaned and swiped his hand down his face.

"Not what I meant."

SPN

Presleigh sat at the little table by the window of the stuffy little motel room. It wasn't the nastiest motel room the Winchester had stayed in, but it sure wasn't like her apartment back in Kentucky. She kind of missed that little apartment. It's peeling grey paint and all.

Dean came through the motel door, and on instinct, Presleigh pulled out her .45 from her pants in the back and pointed it at the person who came through the door. She sighed a sigh of relief and put the safety back on and tucked it in her pants again, once she realized it was just her brother, Dean. No monsters was a good thing.

"That's my girl."

Dean smiled proudly at his little sister's reflexes.

"S' how did that go?"

Dean loosened his tie and took it off and slung it onto his bed. He sat down on the hard bed and shook his head. The springs creaked as his weight pressed into it.

"Looks like we just got a simple salt and burn on our hands."

Presleigh crossed her arms and yawned.

"We going out tonight to one and done it, right?"

Dean nodded his head and clapped his hands together.

"If you can look alive and not yawn again. Presleigh, I heard you in the bathroom at four in the morning. I'm not dumb."

Presleigh's face went red.

Man was he good.

"Sorry, for waking you," she said sheepishly.

Dean shook his head no.

"No that's not what I mean, Presleigh. Why were you up at four in the morning on the phone with your boyfriend when we've got a hunt we're in the middle of here? You've gotta stay on your toes and be alert. Waking up to call your boyfriend isn't going to cut it, Presleigh Winchester."

"Oh come on, Dean. You always go on hunts with only a couple of hours of sleep under your belt. What's one thirty minute phone call going to hurt?"

Dean stood up and held up his hands.

"One thirty minute phone call? Really? Cus I'm pretty sure you got out of bed at 4:11 and didn't get back into bed until 6:32. I know I'm not a pro at math but um, don't think that's thirty minutes."

Presleigh rolled her eyes and threw up her arms.

"Whatever Dean. I'm going to get dressed."

Presleigh stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door. Dean let out a huge sigh and sat back down on his bed. He kicked off his dress shoes and curled up in his bed.

Teenage girls and hunting monsters was a tiring job. Who wanted to argue with him?

SPN

It was past midnight and Dean was almost done digging up Martin Gerald's grave, a former victim of a horrible car accident 100 years ago. Presleigh was holding the flashlight so Dean could see what he was doing.

Dean stopped digging and stuck the shovel into the dirt and wiped the sweat from his brow. He leaned on the shovel and looked back up at his sister. She was slowly closing her eyes and quickly opening them.

"You wanna trade spots, Pres?"

Presleigh yawned again before answering.

"Seriously Pres?! If you yawn one more time, you're grounded. Do you understand me?"

Presleigh had been almost dozing off the entire time they were on the hunt. It was starting to really get on Dean's nerves.

"Sorry, sure. Let's trade places."

Presleigh clumsily squatted down and reached for Dean's hand to pull him up, but she accidentally stumbled forward into the hole. The flashlight she held in her left hand smacked Dean's head harshly. He fell on the dirt floor unconscious. Presleigh cursed underneath her breath and went to slap Dean on his cheek lightly to wake him up.

"Dean. Come on, Dean. Wake up."

No response.

Presleigh sighed and lifted him up onto her shoulder. His huge body was no match for her tiny one, but somehow she managed to get her brother up to the ground successfully. She put her hands on the ground and pushed herself up. Her mind was so tired and so were her muscles. She silently regretted her morning phone call to Jamie. She looked down at the grave that still needed to be salt and burned and groaned. What was she going to do?

Immediately out of nowhere, a cold wind overtook the once decent warm weather. Presleigh quickly picked up her flashlight and shined it around her. At first she didn't see anything, but then she saw it.

She saw Martin Gerald.

He was looking at her with utter hatred. He flew over to where she was and threw her against a tomb stone simultaneously. She heard her back snap at the impact.

She cried out in pain. The blow she received to her back started to make her body feel like she was honestly on fire. She fumbled for the rock salt gun in her jacket and shot at him. Luckily, her aim was still fairly decent, even with an immense searing pain taking over her body.

The ghost disappeared, and so was Presleigh's sight.

Blackness over took her and her body lay there limp on the ground in front a grave stone. Both Winchesters lay on the hard ground unconscious.

Both unable to defend themselves…

SPN

Bright lights. Bright lights was all Presleigh could see. After a few more seconds of strictly white light, Presleigh could make out where she was.

She was in a hospital room hooked up to a bunch of machinery beeping and blinking. Immediately Presleigh tried to sit up and detach herself from all of the wires she was hooked up to.

A familiar gruff hand pushed her chest back down gently. Presleigh whipped her head to the person who owned the hand: Dean. She sighed a sigh of huge relief once she realized her brother was right beside her okay.

"Why am I here? What happened- wait! Are you okay?! Am I okay? Did you finish the job?"

Presleigh just let all of her unanswered questions flow from her mouth in one big jumbled up sentence. Dean waved her to slow down and calm down. He rubbed her arm comfortingly, but careful not to mess up any of the wires connected to her.

"Shhh, it's okay Pres. You're okay, we're okay. I woke up after being knocked out and saw you were knocked out. I rushed you to the hospital immediately once I realized you were hurt."

"Wait. You didn't finish the job."

Dean chuckled at his sister's stubbornness, a little piece of John Winchester breaking through her.

"Relax, relax. I called Joe to come and finish it. I had to get you to a hospital. Fast."

Presleigh sat back down and nodded her head in relief.

"Doctors said you hit your spine pretty bad. They gave you some meds and said you can leave by tonight as long as you promise to take it easy. No running, hunting, they even said no boyfriends."

Presleigh rolled her eyes.

"Yeah right."

Dean chuckled and rubbed her cheek.

"But seriously, Pres. You scared me there for a second."

Presleigh looked over at her brother and could see the worry written all over his face. She took his hand from her cheek, and like she always did to Jamie, she kissed his hand and rubbed it softly.

"It's alright. I'm alright."

Dean smiled.

"I know."

Dean then looked at her sternly yet still lovingly.

"But if you ever do that again. I'll have to kill you."

Presleigh and Dean just laughed.

SPN

It all happened so fast. Everything seemed to come tumbling down.

As Dean was wheeling Presleigh out of the hospital in a wheel chair, Presleigh saw him.

She saw Jamie dressed in a blue hoodie. She wouldn't know it was him if it wasn't for his weird spider tattoo on his right hand that she knew so well. His hand was grasping a paper bag with something bulging in it.

The way Jamie was basically running out of the hospital five towns over the one he lived in was enough to set off so many alarms in Presleigh's mind that she couldn't think straight.

What was he doing here? What did he have in his that bag? Why was he at the same place she was in? How did he even know where she was?

So many questions ran through her mind, but she had to keep it together. Dean was right behind her, and she didn't want to alarm him.

"Is everything okay, Pres?"

Presleigh nodded, but never took her eyes off of the running boy.

"Yeah. Just tired is all." Dean leaned down and kissed her forehead comfortingly.

"Don't worry, babe. We're gonna get you home and in bed in no time. Just hang out for a little while for me."

Presleigh nodded her reply but didn't say anything.

She was too shocked to speak.

What did she just see?

A/Notes: Thoughts. What do y'all think's in the bag? And why do you think Jamie was at the same hospital that Presleigh was in? Let me know.(: Also, if you have any sisfics you would like to share with me just let me know! I have a few of my favorites as well that I like to read!(: anyways, thanks for reading. God bless!