Okidoki...sorry it took so long to update but my job has been crazy lately...lol
Also, here comes Sammy...I decided to make Dean meet Sam just like in the program...which means we get to see a very LITTLE bit of Jess...anyway's, I know this chap may not be as exciting as the rest, but you should definitely read through it because I have inserted Dean's and Sam's thoughts in this, to make it more believable and to make my addition of Jenny fit better into the story...
Other than that...this took HOURS to write and figure out...lol...hope you like...
ONE MORE THING: I know you all want me to save the day by not only dropping Jenny from the story but also bringing her and Dean back together...so I thought about it a lot...and came to the following decision..Jenny will still be apart of the story, but I'm not exactly sure if they will exactly come back together again or not...I may do that..eventually...or may at least find a way to write her off in a way that won't be as tragic as the last chap...anyways...hold on tight, 'cause hard times have just begun for Sam and Jenny...
Two months later…
Dean stepped inside the dark room, and fumbled around the room, looking for the light switch. Before he could find it, however, he tripped on a chair and it fell on the floor with a resounding crash which echoed in the room.
"Shit." He lifted it back in place and was still looking for the light switch when he heard someone stealthily creep down the stairway, making Dean smirk. He hid behind the room's entrance, and waited patiently for the unsuspecting victim to make its way into the still dark room. He held his breath, as he heard the door creak. Adjusting his eyes to the darkness, he saw an above average tall figure step into the room, brandishing a bat at shoulder level.
"Whose there?" whispered the slim youth into the darkness. Without another word, Dean pounced on him and after a succession of kicks and punches, Dean pulled him to the floor with him rolling around a few times, before finally pinning him down to the floor.
"Easy tiger," Dean chuckled a little out of breath as he looked down at Sam with amusement.
"Dean! You scared the crap out of me!" spit out Sam in a fake stage whisper, from his position beneath Dean. DEAN!?! Where the hell did you drop out of!?!
"That's 'cause you're out of practice," Dean smirked cockily. Aw Sammy boy… The words were barely out of his mouth when Sam rolled suddenly to the side, causing Dean to fall off of him, as Sam expertly pinned him to the floor this time. "Or not…get off me," huffed Dean in annoyance.
Sam got off him and watched him with a slightly dazed expression, as if still not registering that his brother was actually there. It really is him…I can't believe it…I mean…why is he even here? He shook his head in surprise and glared at Dean, obviously not very pleased of seeing him. "Dean, what the hell are you doing here?!" he hissed.
"Well, I was looking for a beer!" offered Dean brightly. Gee Sammy…missed you too, thought Dean bitterly.
"Dean," Sam repeated quietly. "What the hell are you doing here."
Seeing Sam was not in the mood, Dean shrugged. "Ok…we need to talk."
"Uh…the phone?" asked Sam in a 'duh' tone as he placed his hands to his hips.
"If I had called would you have picked up?" challenged Dean. Seeing Sam didn't contradict him, he tilted his head to the side. Yeah…that's what I thought, Dean thought to himself.
Before Sam could reply, the light suddenly turned on, making Dean and Sam simultaneously snap their heads in the direction of the door. A blonde girl with sleep shorts and a cute tee that barely covered her toned abs was looking at both of them with confusion.
"Sam?" she asked Sam hesitantly.
Dean looked at the stunning blond and smirked. Not bad, Sam, thought Dean to himself. It was obvious 'poor Sammy' had been in good company. He looked her over from head to foot, Dean-like, then stopped as he saw her blue eyes. He couldn't help but think how somehow gray eyes seemed more appealing. Blue eyes are overrated.
"Hey...Jess…" Sam shook his head and tried to collect his senses. "Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."
"Wait," she smiled suddenly. "Your brother Dean?"
Her voice interrupted his thoughts, making Dean snap back in attention. Feeling a bit put down by Sam's obvious irritation at him being there, he shifted from one to foot to another. He shook it off however, and smirked shamelessly at Jessica as he checked her out. Ignoring his brother, Dean took a step towards Jess and looked at her tee, purposely ignoring Sam.
"I love the smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you…you're completely out of my brother's league." He gave her his best smile and smirked inside, knowing full well Sam was probably pissed off at him. This should get his attention…
"Just…let me put something on," Jess replied, slightly irritated by his actions. She took a small step backwards and looked at him none too approvingly.
"Oh no, no, no…wouldn't dream of it," Dean put in. "Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend to talk a bit about some family business but it was nice meeting you." He stepped back towards Sammy and pointed at her as he tilted his head cockily at her.
Sam looked from Dean to Jess awkwardly, obviously feeling left out of the picture. "No…no. Whatever you wanna say, you can say it in front of her," he said softly as he stood beside Jess and put an arm around her protectively.
"Ok…um…Dad hasn't been home in a few days—"Dean hinted.
"So what else is new?" Sam asked bitterly, making Jess look at him curiously.
"Dad's on a hunting trip…and…he hasn't been home in a few days," Dean repeated patiently, as if waiting for Sam to register the full meaning of his words.
Sam looked at Dean dully for a while, before answering. "Jess, excuse us…we have to go outside."
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A petite woman with raven black hair and pale skin quickly adjusted the apron on her hips and swiftly entered the door to the run down diner. Pulling back a strand of loose hair, she made her way to the kitchen and opened the door to it abruptly, almost colliding with the chef in the process.
"Sorry!" squeaked out Jenny as she quickly stepped back from the redheaded and somewhat overweight man.
"You're late," huffed the man in response as he placed his hands menacingly on his hips, glaring down at her from his tall perch.
"I know, Jack…I'm so sorry…it won't happen again," she assured him, her weary gray eyes looking up at him pleadingly.
"That's what you said the last time," he pointed out stubbornly as he shook his finger at her, making her feel like a naughty child.
Jenny looked down and traced a circle with her foot awkwardly, not having an answer.
"Aw all right…forget it," Jack sighed in defeat. "Now scoot." He playfully swatted her away, and Jenny's lips tugged slightly, in the faintest hint of a smile. Stepping back into the kitchen, Jenny grabbed a notepad and headed back to the tables outside, as she waited on the customers.
After she had left Dean, she had hitch hiked a ways from Missouri into the next state and finally succeeded in landing a job in a diner in a small town. She preferred the staying in a small town as apposed to the city, seeing as the idea of a crowd did not quite appeal to her in her present condition. All things considered, she had been lucky. The owner of the place, the mentioned chef Jack had taken pity on her and hired her on the spot, not bothering to ask for references. There had been something about her pale face and weary eyes that had appealed to the middle aged man's soft side, making him feel sorry for the poor kid. Seeing how Jenny worked hard to both adjust rapidly to the job and earn her pay had made her an immediate favorite, and he always kept an eye out for her, more than once running off none too recommendable 'suitors' who tried to follow her from the diner. He had also been the one to help her find a room to stay in. Unknown to Jenny, he had bargained with the grouchy landlady to let Jenny have it for only three-fourths of what she had originally intended to rent it. But even with that money was short, and Jenny had begged Jack to let her work extra hours.
Thus, for the past month and a half, Jenny had been working her tail off, trying to make ends meet for both the rent and food. Jenny had never worked so hard in her life, and she was beginning to think that all the stress and lack of sleep in the last few weeks was already taking its toll on her. No matter how hard she tried to take care of herself, she constantly battled with a sense of fatigue that wouldn't go away, and her skin seemed to grow paler every day, giving her face a sick yellow pallor. Even her hair seemed to have lost its shine, and no matter what she did to it, it always looked limp and lifeless. As if that wasn't bad enough, her body seemed to be loosing weight at an alarming pace, making Jenny feel like a skeleton. It had gotten to the point where she just avoided looking in the mirror. The dull expression and hollow cheeks that met her eyes made her wonder what Dean could have possibly ever seen in her.
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"I mean common', you can't just break in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you," Sam huffed angrily. They were heading down to where Dean had parked his car, and Dean could tell he had his battle cut out for him.
"Yeah, I hear you Sammy…but Dad's missing and I need you to come help me find him."
"Remember that case in Tuxtla? Was gone for days and we never heard from him…but he came back. Dean he's always missing...and he always turns out fine," Sam protested.
"Not this time." Dean paused in his steps and looked at Sam seriously. "Now are you gonna come with me or not?" he asked softly.
"Not," Sam said stubbornly. What's wrong with you anyway, Dean? I haven't heard from you in over two years, and now you just randomly 'drop' from heaven's knows where, and you expect me to leave with you? Just like that?!
"Why not?" wheedled Dean as he stopped in his tracks for the second time.
"I swore I was done hunting. For good," Sam stated firmly.
"Common', it wasn't easy but it wasn't that bad," Dean rolled his eyes at him and started walking to his car again, as Sam followed behind him reluctantly.
"Yeah?! When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45."
"Well, what was he supposed to do?"
"I was nine years old. He was supposed to say 'don't be afraid of the dark," Sam replied evenly.
"'Don't be afraid of the dark?" Dean repeated and made a face at him. "Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what's out there!"
"Yeah I know what's out there…but still…the way we grew up! And Dad's obsession with that thing that killed mom…" Sam's voice trailed off for a second, then he continued, obviously getting more worked up by the minute. "But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything that we can find—"
"Save a lot of people too," Dean cut in softly, his voice strained with emotion.
"You think mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam tried again.
Dean rolled his eyes and turned his back to him.
Sam continued, not letting Dean walk off until he was done talking. "The weapon training? And melting the silver into bullets? Man, we were raised like warriors!"
"So what are you going to do? Just gonna live some normal, apple pie life?" Dean asked sarcastically and opened his arms dramatically.
"No, not normal. Safe," Sam said as he set his lips in a firm line, almost as if challenging Dean to contradict him.
"And that's why you ran away," Dean spat out sarcastically.
"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said that if I was gonna go, I should stay gone." Sam replied witheringly. "And that's what I've been doing."
"Yeah, but Dad's in real trouble right now—"
"How do you know?" Sam interrupted.
"I can feel it. Look, I can't do this alone." Dean looked at the floor and his eyes got slightly misty. What do you want me to do? Beg?
"Yes, you can," Sam looked at him strangely. Since when did Dean need someone's help? Or his for that matter? He had always been the strong, independent, 'don't need anyone' type.
"Yeah." Dean kept his gaze glued to the floor, not trusting himself to look at Sam in the face. "Well…I don't want to." Jenny's gone…Dad's gone…you're all I have left in this twisted world of mine…
Sam peered at Dean's face and staggered slightly as he caught the faintest trace of vulnerability in his eyes. He twitched his lips, realizing he didn't have the heart to refuse Dean's request…at least…not with Dean looking so down. As much as he hated to admit it, Sam's soft side couldn't stand to refuse help to any guy who looked so lost. Even if that man was his slightly irritating brother who had a history of always managing to steal pretty much every girlfriend he had ever had from underneath his very nose.
"What was he hunting?" he finally asked softly in defeat.
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"All right…let me see where I put that thing…" Dean mused to himself as he opened his trunk, and searched among his hunting equipment. Sam was standing next to him and had his hands stuffed in his pockets, a mannerism of him when he felt either awkward or unsure of where he stood.
Sam shifted his weight from one foot to another and finally cleared his throat. "So…when Dad left why didn't you go with him?"
"I…" he paused and tried to think up of something convincing to say. "I was working my own gig, up at this place in New Islands."
"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" asked Sam, obviously not convinced.
"I'm 26, dude," Dean frowned at him, before turning back his attention to the mayhem in his trunk.
The truth of the matter was that after Jenny had left him and Dean had gone on that hunting trip with his Dad, Dean had still felt slightly edgy. Jenny hadn't so much as called him, and for all Dean knew, she could be back in Mexico, or wherever it was she was from. Realizing there were some things a man needed to face on his own, John Winchester had suggested he work out a job elsewhere while he took up a case in Jericho, California. Problem was, that had been over three weeks ago, and Dean hadn't heard from him since. Once more, Dean had left multiple messages in his cell phone, none of which John had taken the time to respond. Although Dean would have slit his wrists before admitting it, between loosing Jenny and not having an inkling to where his father could be at the moment, he was feeling hopelessly lost. In a desperate attempt to scrape up some amount of stability in his messed up life, he had abruptly decided to hunt up Sam and ask him to go along in the search he was preparing.
"Ah ha…that's it…" Dean said finally, breaking the silence. "So Dad was checking out this case at this place called Jericho…it's a small town in California. Anyway, about a month ago, this guy Nathan vanished completely in LA."
"Maybe he was kidnapped," offered Sam.
"Yeah well…here's another in April, another one in 'o4, '98, '22…there's ten of them in all in the past 22 years." Dean flipped through some news paper clippings and dropped them down one by one. "All men…all apparently unmarried."
"So…?"
"So Dad went to go check it out." Dean paused. "That was about three weeks ago. Haven't heard from him since, which is bad enough. Then I get this voicemail yesterday." He took out his cell and pressed a button, holding the cell closer to Sam so he could hear.
"Dean…something is going to happen…I need to check it out…I'll call you back soon…be careful." The recording was stuttered and full of interference, making Sam knit his brows in confusion as he struggled to get its meaning.
"You know there's IVP in that?" Sam pointed out gently.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah…I checked that out…so I got that background voice and slowed it down and—" he pressed the button once more.
"I want to go home…" hissed a woman's voice as she breathed heavily in the recording.
"It says…I want to go home," Sam repeated as he looked at Dean with a blank look on his face.
Ignoring his last comment, Dean closed the trunk abruptly and sat on it. "You know…in almost two years, I never bothered you, never asked you for a thing."
Sam breathed out slowly and squirmed uncomfortably. "All right...I'll go…I'll help you find him. But I have to be back first thing Monday," he clarified as he turned slowly and started heading back to his house.
"Yeah?" asked Dean.
"Yeah," firmly.
"What's first thing Monday?"
"I have this…this interview," Sam drawled out hesitantly.
"What? A job interview?" Dean pursed his lips and shrugged. "Skip it."
"It's a law school interview…and it's my whole future on a plate."
"Law school," repeated Dean, almost to himself.
"So we got a deal or not?"
As always...be sure to tell me what you think :) ... if you have any ideas or suggestions of what you want to see here be sure to tell me! I'd luv to know what you're looking forward too! :)
