Hey all. I am posting a bonus chapter for you because the last one was so short. This one is much longer. You will find out what happened to Jenny and you will also hear of something that happened to Sam when he was in highschool. I hope you enjoy and I hope you will let me know what you think.

Cindy.

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"Hey Jenny! How are you?" Annie asked brightly as she strolled up to Jenny's locker.

"Um, I'm okay" Jenny replied sheepishly.

"How would you like to hang out with me and the gang tonight? We're going to the old Harmon House and telling ghost stories and stuff. You wanna come?"

"You're asking me? Why?" Jenny asked suspiciously.

"Jenny, I know we haven't been very nice to you and I just feel really bad about it, so I want to make it up to you," Annie stated, dropping her eyes.

"You're not messing with me are you?"

"No! I really want you to come. Please? It'll be so much fun!"

"Um, sure, I'd like that," Jenny replied, a smile forming on her lips.

"Great! We'll pick you up at seven, go have a burger then we'll go scare ourselves at the Harmon House. See ya!" Annie chirped as she skipped away.

Jenny smiled brightly and practically floated down the hallway. She remained on cloud nine all day then hurried home after school to get ready for her big night. Her father was drunk and passed out as always, but even that didn't darken her mood. She was finally in. Her life changed that tonight, and she was absolutely giddy about it.

Seven finally rolled around and she waited excitedly at the front door for Annie and the others to show up. A few minutes later, Danny's car pulled up to the curb and Jenny heard the horn sound. She threw open the door and rushed down the walk, jumping into the back seat beside Alex.

"Hey Jenny! I'm so glad you're coming with us tonight!" Annie said, turning around and smiling brightly.

Danny smiled at Jenny through the rear view mirror.

"We're going to have so much fun!" Mia said, looking around Alex. Alex glanced at Jenny, giving her a small smile. "Hi Jenny," he said nervously.

"Thanks for inviting me! I've never been to the Harmon House. Is it very scary?" Jenny asked anxiously.

"Oh, don't worry. Danny and Alex will protect us!" Annie replied.

They pulled away from the curb and headed for the local diner. After finishing their burgers, they loaded into the car and made their way to the abandoned old place known locally as the Harmon House. It belonged to a prominent family way back, and the rumor was that it was haunted by the middle daughter, who had killed herself when her fiance broke off their engagement. It now served as a place for teenagers to go and party and scare each other. They pulled up to the rundown building and all got out of the car, staring at the scary house.

"Are you sure it's safe?" Jenny asked, glancing nervously at Annie.

"Positive. We've been here dozens of times. Right Alex?" Annie replied.

"Uh, yeah. You'll be fine Jenny," Alex said, lowering his eyes.

After Danny and Mia had retrieved blankets from the trunk and Annie had grabbed the twelve pack they had someone purchase for them earlier, they headed into the old house. They found a place in the middle of what used to be the livingroom and spread the blankets out, then sat down in a circle, each grabbing a beer.

"I've never drank before," Jenny said anxiously.

"Don't worry. You'll like it!" Mia chirped, taking a swig from her can.

They sat there, drinking and laughing, telling ghost stories and teasing each other. Jenny couldn't remember ever being this happy. She was feeling fuzzy from the beer, but she was having so much fun, she didn't care. So when Danny told her to take off her clothes, she thought he was joking.

"I said, take your clothes off Jenny!" Danny shouted, causing Jenny to jump.

"What do you mean?" Jenny asked, fear knotting in her stomach.

"I mean exactly what I said. Take your frigging clothes off or I'll do it for you!"

Jenny stood up on shaky legs, tears falling down her face. "Don't do this. Please!" she begged, backing away, but stopping short when Mia stepped behind her, grabbing her arms. "Why are you doing this!"

"Because we hate you! You are such a loser, following Annie around!" Danny shouted, as he and Annie closed in on Jenny. Alex stood back, a scared look on his face.

"Are you going to take your clothes off?" Annie teased.

"No! Go to hell!" Jenny shot back, trying to break free.

Danny backhanded her and she dropped to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Take your clothes off Jenny. Do whatever I say and you'll make it out of here alive. If you don't, you'll never see the light of day again," Danny hissed hatefully.

Jenny slowly removed her blouse, not looking at her tormentors. She was pulled up from the floor and instructed to remove her jeans. She took off her shoes and socks then slid her jeans down her legs, pulling her feet from the crumpled fabric. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, and she felt as though she would pass out. She stood there clad only in her bra and panties, shivering from the cold. She jumped when she heard Alex speak.

"What are you doing Danny? We were supposed to just scare her. This is getting out of hand!"

"Shut up Alex! You are such a wimp sometimes!" Danny yelled. He suddenly shoved Jenny to the floor, then grabbed her and rolled her onto her stomach.

"Hold her down!" he shouted.

Annie grabbed her arms, pinning them to the floor while Mia pinned one leg down. Both girls were giggling wildly, adrenaline pumping through them.

"Alex! Grab her other leg!" Danny commanded.

"No way! You have got to stop this!" Alex shot back, his face pale with fear.

"You grab her leg or I will beat the holy living shit out of you!" Danny warned.

Alex slowly moved toward the group, kneeling beside Jenny and holding her leg to the floor. Danny reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He flicked the lighter a few times before it ignited. He grabbed Jenny's hair and pulled her head up from the floor.

"Look at me Jenny."

Jenny didn't move, in fact she didn't make a sound, the shock and fear paralyzing her.

"I said look at me bitch!" Danny shouted, causing her to jump. She slowly turned her head and looked at Danny from the corner of her eye. Danny moved the flame to within an inch of her eye, making her flinch.

"Do you like fire Jenny? I like fire. I wonder what would happen if I did this," he said as he suddenly ripped her arm out of Annie's grasp and held the flame to her palm. Jenny screamed wildly, trying to pull her hand away, but he was too strong. Danny held the flame there until it burned through her flesh. He then dropped her hand down and Annie grabbed her arm again.

The smile had left Annie's face as she realized how serious the situation had become. She glanced at Mia, whose own face was pale, her eyes panicked. Alex had let go of Jenny's leg and had pushed away from the whimpering girl, his eyes wide with shock.

"Do you like my girlfriend bitch?" Danny whispered into Jenny's ear. "Cause you know, she's tired of you staring at her all the time and following her around. You are such a freak!"

"Danny, we should stop this now. I think she learned her lesson," Annie said meekly, staring at the wild eyed boy.

"She hasn't learned her lesson yet. Hold her Annie," he said softly. He removed a cigarette from the pack and flicked the lighter back into life, then lit the cigarette, blowing lightly on the end until it burned red hot.

"This is what I do to people who want my girlfriend," he growled into Jenny's ear.

He pressed the tip of the cigarette onto Jenny's bare back, over and over, leaving her covered in burns. She screamed until she was hoarse, her screams slowly turning into pained whimpers. Danny then burned the backs of her legs and her feet until the cigarette burned out.

He looked up to find his friends had all left their posts. They were standing, huddled together, their eyes staring at him in shock and fear at what he had done, what they had participated in.

"What are you guys doing?" he asked.

"Danny, this has gone way too far. You have to stop," Annie cried, looking at the crying girl, shame washing over her.

"What do you mean? I did this for you Annie."

"I never wanted this. I only wanted to scare her."

"I can't believe you all. You knew what was going to happen."

"We didn't think you would go through with it. We thought you were joking," Alex said as he kneeled down beside Jenny. Her crying had stopped and she lay perfectly still. Alex leaned down, whispering in Jenny's ear.

"I'm so sorry Jenny." He touched her shoulder, lightly nudging her. "Jenny?" he asked fearfully, looking closer at her face. He looked up at the others, panic in his eyes. "I don't think she's breathing."

The others backed away slowly, staring at Alex and the stricken girl.

"We gotta get out of here!" Mia said, pulling Annie's arm.

"Yeah Danny. We gotta go," Annie pleaded.

"Okay, okay," he said, brushing his shaking hand through his hair. "Come on Alex!"

"We can't just leave her here!" Alex protested, looking worriedly at the silent girl.

"Either you come with us now, or you stay here, but we are going!" Danny shouted.

The girls gathered the blankets together while Danny picked up the empty beer cans, not wanting to leave any evidence of their presence behind.

"Alex, are you coming?" Mia said quietly.

Alex slowly rose from the floor, looking sadly down at Jenny. "Please forgive me," he whispered, tears beginning to fall down his cheeks.

The four friends ran from the house, jumping into the car and racing toward town, leaving the tortured girl alone in the cold and dark house. That night was the end of the 'It Club', it's members no longer able to stay together.

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As Jenny finished speaking, Sam leaned slowly back on the couch, tears filling his eyes. He felt sick, the horror of Jenny's story hitting him hard. Dean stood silently, looking at Jenny, his anger growing at what was done to her. Momentarily forgotten was the reason they had come here, to stop Jenny from killing Danny Donner. After a few moments, Sam finally spoke.

"Jenny, I don't know what to say. I am so sorry that happened to you."

"Why are you sorry? You had nothing to do with it," Jenny replied, still softly crying.

"Because nobody should be treated like that, and I know what it's like to not fit in and be treated badly because of it," Sam answered, lowering his eyes.

"Why Sam? What happened to you?" Jenny asked.

Sam looked up at Dean who was looking at him intently, as interested in hearing his story as Jenny. Sam swallowed hard, not knowing how to start. This was a secret he had never divulged to Dean or his dad. They knew something had happened, but not what or by whom. Sam knew Dean would be furious, but he'd have to deal with that later. He had to let Jenny know that she was not alone.

"I'm not sure either one of you wants to hear this," he said softly.

"Oh yeah. I do Sam" Dean said, staring at his little brother until Sam had to look away.

So, Sam began his story of high school drama, never looking up to meet either set of eyes that were watching him.

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Sam walked out into the late afternoon sun, pulling his jacket closer to him to guard against the chilled air. It was late fall, and the sophomore was in a hurry to get to his latest 'home' to start his science project. He followed the same route every day since starting classes at about the fifth school he'd been in since 8th grade.

He walked across the small parking lot and stepped through the opening in the brick wall that surrounded the sports stadium. He make it about three feet before he was pushed roughly from behind, falling painfully onto the graveled walkway. As he tried to turn to see who had attacked him, his backpack was wrenched from his back and thrown unceremoniously into a nearby trashcan.

Two sets of hands grabbed him by his arms and yanked him to his feet. He was roughly turned around and stood face to face with the neanderthal that had targeted him the very first day he arrived at the school.

Morris Jenkins was a linebacker on the varsity football team. A senior twice as big as Sam, who unfortunately hadn't started the growth spurt that would put him well over 6 feet one day. Sam figured that Morris was always in such a bad mood because of the name his parents had decided to give him. His friends were nearly as big as Morris, and they flanked Sam on either side.

"Well, well. If it isn't freak boy!" Morris taunted.

"Let me go Morris," Sam demanded, not giving in to the fear that was building in him.

"Did you hear that guys? Little freak Sammy is telling me what to do," Morris hissed, walking up to Sam.

"Only my brother can call me that!" Sam shot back, holding his chin high.

"Well, your brother isn't here now is he!?" Morris teased, walking up to Sam and punching him hard in the stomach.

Sam would have doubled over if the other two boys hadn't been holding him up. Instead, all he could do was gasp for air, hoping that he wouldn't throw up in front of the three bullies. The three boys laughed and started to drag Sam under the dark bleachers where they wouldn't be seen.

Morris dug in his backpack and pulled out a roll of duct tape while the other two boys, who for the life of him, Sam couldn't remember their names, pulled Sam's jacket, shirt and undershirt off, leaving him bare skinned, and feeling rather vulnerable. Sam knew it was a stupid thing to say, but even though Dean wasn't there, he couldn't bare not standing up to these goons for fear of what his older brother would think of him. So he said it, knowing he would pay the price.

"Hey Morris, I don't know about you, although I've had my suspicions, but I like girls, so do you think I can have my shirt back!"

Morris stood, red faced and mouth hanging open, dumbfounded at the implications of Sam's statement. His friends laughed wildly, before stopping when Morris shot them a murderous look. He stormed up to Sam, who to his credit never even blinked, when Morris glared into his eyes and spat in low, dangerous voice.

"You'll want to be careful what you say freak, or you might end up permanently damaged!"

He punched Sam in the stomach again, who dropped to the ground, gasping for air.

"Get him up!" Morris hissed, once again picking up the duct tape.

He motioned to his buddies, who dragged Sam back to a metal pole, where his hands were secured behind him, around the pole. Morris came back around in front of Sam and began to stretch tape across his chest and shoulders to secure him to the pole. Sam brought his knee up hard, catching Morris in the thigh. Morris dropped to his knee, cussing and spitting. He came up slowly, glaring at Sam who flashed a bright smile, infuriating Morris further. Without warning, Sam was punched in the face, splitting his lip open, and snapping his head back, which cracked against the pole. He saw stars, and his chin fell to his chest, blood dripping slowly to the ground from his lip and now bleeding nose.

The bullies finished duct taping Sam to the pole with strips around his hips and knees. Morris stepped in front of him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head up. Sam stared at Morris with half open eyes, refusing to show any fear. Morris tore off one more piece of duct tape and placed it over Sam's mouth

The three bullies stood before Sam, then bent down, each pulling up handfuls of rocks. They pelted him over and over, leaving angry welts all over his chest and stomach. Next, Morris approached the sagging teenager and pulled a switchblade from his pocket. The boys took turns cutting into the tender skin of Sam's stomach then they stood back, admiring their handywork. Sam had refused to utter a sound and as his head dropped he could see that a word had been carved into his stomach. Although it was crudely done, Sam could clearly make out even from his angle that the word they had carved read 'FREAK'. The boys once again began to pelt Sam with rocks. When they finished, they simply turned and walked away, laughing and high fiving. They left Sam, bound to the pole, bleeding and shivering uncontrollably.

The sun set early in November, and soon the chilly air turned down right cold. Sam hung bound to the pole, unable to keep his eyes open. When he woke up two hours later he knew he had to get free or he was in deep shit. He suddenly remembered his pocket knife in his back pocket and began the long effort of trying to retrieve it.

Sam had been trying for an hour to dig his pocket knife out, with no luck so far. His cell phone had rung several times from his front pocket, and he knew his dad and Dean had to be looking for him. He tried desperately again to reach his knife, and his heart leapt when his fingers finally wrapped around it. He managed to pull it from his pocket and forty five minutes later he was free.

He dropped to the ground, exhausted and freezing. He managed to crawl to his shirts and jacket, pulling them on, and wincing in pain from the welts and the blow to his face. The worst pain though was his stomach. The bleeding had stopped, but the puffy flesh throbbed and Sam was sure it was probably going to be infected. He slowly stood and staggered from under the bleachers. He moved toward the trashcan and retrieved his backpack. He started across the football field, heading toward home.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, only to find that it was dead. He slowly made his way off the field and started down the sidewalk. He made it three blocks before he could no longer hold himself up. He sank to the cold concrete and leaned against a power pole, closing his eyes. He sat there for nearly thirty minutes before he heard a familiar rumble from down the street. He raised his head and watched as the headlights grew nearer, lifting his hand and shielding his eyes when the lights fell upon him.

The car screeched to a halt and his father and brother rushed to his side, gently lifting him and placing him in the back seat. John turned the heat up full blast while Dean sat turned around in the front seat, gazing worriedly at his little brother. They got him home and into bed then they cleaned and dressed the wound on his stomach, all the while asking repeatedly what had happened and who had done this to him.

He refused to tell them, saying only that it was his problem to deal with. They finally quit asking, but Sam could see the fury still in their eyes. He assured them he would handle it in his own way, and he had. And those bullies never bothered him again.

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That's it for now. I hope you will let me know what you thought. Take care all.

Cindy.