A/N: Revised 4/20/15

Sam had been researching for hours when he finally found a guy who had been arrested for vandalisms on the takeover company's property. The guys name was Brian Maguire. And the more Sam dug, the more this guy looked good for it. His ship went belly up when he couldn't compete, his wife left him with the kids. His last known address was his boat which was in the harbor near where three of the bodies were found. Sam called Dean, "Hey man, I think I got something."

Sam heard a lot of background noise, "Go ahead Sam."

"This guy, Maguire, lost everything after that company started up. Family, money, job, house."

"Sounds like he might be our guy."

"That's what I was thinking, how is it going there?"

"Nothing. Jack squat. Jen is getting hit on left and right and I hate these stuffy ass bars."

"Well, why don't you meet me down at the beach where the last guy was found. The boat should be within walking distance from there."

"Ten-four. I will be there in fifteen."

Dean looked over to where Jen was sitting. Some guy had just sat down next to her and was trying to talk to her. Jen's body language told him that this wasn't their guy. This night had been a huge bust. He texted her really quick to let her know that he was leaving.

Twenty minutes later he was waiting for Sam on the beach. Finally, Sam pulled into the lot in some old beater that he had jacked, "What took you so long?"

"There was traffic. How was the bar hopping?"

"Shitty. Jen got hit on by every creep in the bar and I must have gotten fifteen numbers, most of which were major cougars."

"Since when has that ever stopped you?"

"Since we are in the middle of a case that sucks ass."

Sam just shook his head, "Well the last time anyone saw Maguire's boat it was docked in that harbor. I guess we just go over and start looking for it. It is called the Lily."

Dean looked over and Sam answered the silent question, "It was his wife's name."

Dean just nodded and they headed over and started looking through boats, "Hey man, how many boats are in this harbor?"

"Over five hundred."

"Fantastic, this should be a freaking breeze."


After that asshole left in a rush I ordered another drink. It was almost 10:30 and I wasn't sure if I even wanted to try another bar tonight. Dean had left probably a half an hour ago and I was sick of getting hit on and I was pissed because I wasn't making any progress. I heard a voice beside me, "You know, if you didn't want any attention, you shouldn't have dressed like that."

I half smiled and replied without turning, "I got stood up, I wasn't planning on sitting here by myself all night."

He chuckled and sat down beside me, as the air moved I could smell him. He smelled like the open water, not fishy and nasty but like a good ocean breeze in cool weather. I swallowed quickly and looked over, the guy looked like a freaking model. Black hair and eyes that were the color of green waters. I smiled at him.

"Well the guy who stood you up was an arse." He said. His voice had a slight Irish ring to it, but far more eloquent.

"Yes he is...", I held out my hand to shake his, "I'm Jen."

He took my hand, but instead of shaking it, brought it to his lips, "Conner."

I couldn't help but blush and giggle. I looked back down and put my hand back in my lap. He began talking again, "You don't sound like a local."

"I'm not. I'm in town for a few weeks on business."

He ordered an ale from the bartender and turned back to me, "What do you work in?"

"Hunting, sportsmen type stuff." It wasn't exactly a lie. Conner put down his drink, surprised, "Really? I wouldn't have guessed that."

I baited him, "Because I am a woman?"

He recovered quickly, "Because you are a well educated, gorgeous woman."

I chuckled, he was smooth, but I had expected that. When I didn't answer immediately he pointed at my drink, "May I buy you another, or are you going to pick apart my ego like you did to the last guy?"

I laughed, "I will try to behave myself. No promises though."

He smiled and called the bartender over. "Could the lady have another drink?"

The bartender obliged. "Conner, what do you do?"

He turned to me and I saw the pin on the lapel of his suit, it was a triton. Not typical Greek three pronged, this one had three major prongs and two secondary ones lower.

"I am a lawyer, up for partner at a firm in Boston." He answered without skipping a beat. Lying ass, but I had to give him credit, "Jen, would you like to get a table?"

"Sure." And I followed him to a high table for two in the far corner. We talked for a long time. He was fairly charming and nice, but I knew exactly who he was. The next step was to find his weapon, which I figured he couldn't exactly carry around a huge triton with him, so it was probably disguised. It was going on midnight when he said, "You know, there is a 24/7 diner up the street with the best burgers. You want to go get one?"

"Yes." Honestly I was starving and it would give me a chance to confront him without bystanders. It was pouring when we stepped outside. He offered me his arm and a place under his umbrella. When we arrived at the diner, there was no one there but the staff. We took a seat and ordered. I was nervous, this could go either really good or really, really shitty. Conner's expression totally changed as he looked across the table at me. "Alright Jen, let's get down to business. I know exactly what you are, and you know exactly who I am. So let's talk like the hunter and the god we are."

He leaned back in the seat, putting his arm on the back of the booth seat. His eyes swirled green and gray. He was amused, not pissed like I would have expected him to be. I shrugged, "I don't know what you are talking about."

He laughed, "Don't play coy, you're good but I know. And you know what, I respect you because you're very good. Honestly, two thousand years ago you would have been a fantastic warrior and maybe even a queen. And I would have pursued you to the ends of the earth. But we don't have time for those games now."

I put my elbows on the table, "Alright then, no games. You are smokin' people and I just can't allow that."

"It isn't like I am killing them willingly, Sam and Dean are at the harbor now looking for my captor...Yes I know about Sam and Dean."

He reached into his pocket and put a green and silver tube on the table just as the waitress brought out our food. He reached out and touched her arm, "Be a dear and close this place down."

The waitress walked off as though in a trance, pulling down all the shades. I swallowed hard and stared at 'Conner'.

"Don't be nervous dear, I don't want to hurt you. In all actuality your little band of misfits is doing me a huge favor. When that bastard Maguire bound me, he made me start killing for him. I know there is this whole thing about sacrifice and blah blah, but you know, I think we have moved past that. After all, this is the twenty-first century."

I looked down at the rod on the table, "What is that?"

He pushed it farther toward me, "A sign of good faith. If your boys fail at their job."

Conner looked around, making sure no one was in sight and all of the blinds were closed, "Take it."

He looked at me encouragingly, "I'm serious Jen, take it."

I reached my hand out and as soon as my fingers touched it, the rod began to vibrate. It expanded and in my right hand was a six foot long trident, like the one on his pin. He looked at me and smiled.


Dean and Sam had been through about half of the harbor in the last hour, "Sam! You got anything yet?"

"Nothing."

"Shit." Dean kept shining his flashlight on the bows of boats. his phone began to vibrate,

"Jen, what's up?"

"The guy will have a mark on his arm that looks like a funky trident. You need to burn it off or cut it off."

"What are you talking about?"

"Once that is done, this will be over."

Dean was thoroughly confused, "Jen? What the hell are you talking about?" Where are you?"

"I'm sitting in a diner with Manannan Mac Lir."

"You wanna run that past me again?"

"Dean, I'm serious."

"You haven't ganked him yet?"

"Dean, get rid of the mark. And Manannan Mac Lir will take care of the rest."

Jen hung up the phone, "Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled.

"Dean, over here!" Sam called out. Dean found him and Sam had his light pointed on the bow of a boat that was in really rough shape. The words on it were 'The Lily'.

Dean spoke, "Jen just called. The guy will have a mark on his arm. We need to get rid of it and fast."

"Why?"

"Jen is with that dick god right now."

Sam turned, horrified, "What?"

"We need to get this taken care of. Now!"


I set the phone back down on the table, "There you go."

"Thank you, my dear."

"So what am I supposed to do with this?" I pointed at the rod on the table. Once I had released it, the triton had returned to its previous form.

"That is up to you. You could use it to kill me, which personally isn't my favorite option. You could take it with you. Or you could return it to me."

"How do I know you aren't going to go on a killing spree if I don't kill you?"

"Listen, I have no interest in slaughtering people. Honestly, after spending a millennia asleep, I would just like to, using the colloquial term, 'party' and then return to the sea."

I sat there looking at him, judging. He started talking again,

"That right there, " He pointed at me, "is why I really like you. You are not just smart, you have balance. You act and react equally. You are a rarity."

"I'm flattered," I said sarcastically.

"And you have a sense of humor. Exceptional."

I leaned back and crossed my arms, "How is this going to work?"

"Well, when Sam and Dean are successful I will be unbound. I will take care of Maguire and then be on my merry way. Though if you would let me, I would love to take you out for a night."

I scoffed, "No thank you."

"You're very loyal."

I looked over at him and he answered my question, "To Dean. You haven't known him very long and you have no idea what is going to happen with it. You are very self righteous."

"Sure." I said flatly and he chuckled.

"Very, very rare," He muttered. "Please excuse my brashness. Not many women say no to me."

"I bet." I rolled my eyes and sat back.

"Your manners do need some work though."

"Sorry, I'm not used to having dinner with what I was hunting."

"Ah, you see it as the wolf having dinner with the stag. In reality I would say this is more the wolf having dinner with a bear."

"The wolf can still win."

"Possibly. The wolf would have a better chance with her pack though."

I rolled my eyes at him. If he wasn't a god and I wasn't a hunter I would have probably been friends with him. He continued to watch me, "Jen in about two minutes your phone is going to ring and I am hopefully and disappointingly never going to see you again."

I scoffed. He continued to talk, "Jen, listen to me, it might not be tomorrow but someday in the future, you are going to be tested. You are a rarity. Someone like you only shows up once every few thousand years. I haven't seen someone like you since the time of Christ. You are very important and extremely useful to the grand scheme of things. Don't ever lose who you are dear. That would be such a shame dear."


Dean drew his gun and nodded over to Sam. They were on the deck of the boat and clearing the upper deck. Below they heard clanging. Sam pointed to the stairwell and Dean followed close behind. They cleared three more compartments. Opening up the next door, Sam had to duck as a pipe was swung at his head. Dean snatched it out of the man's hands and Sam tackled him.

"Help!" The man screamed and Sam put his hand over his mouth. Dean helped Sam secure him. The man continued to try to yell but Sam tied his hands behind his back and stuffed a rag they found in his mouth.

"Are you Maguire?" Sam asked.

The man looked terrified, Dean backhanded him, "Answer."

The guy nodded. Dean started rolling up the man's sleeves. Right below Maguire's right elbow was a wonky trident, branded into his skin.

"Well, well..." Dean pointed, "Someone has been busy with some funky stuff."

Maguire spit out the rag, "If you're gonna kill me just do it. I ain't got nothin' to loose anymore. Fuckin' psychos."

Dean snorted, "Not as bad as you. Now we know you have been using that god to do your dirty work. So here is the question, are we just supposed to let you go?"

"Don't know what you are saying mate. You are talking crazy."

Sam pointed to the brand, "That little mark says differently."

Dean pulled out a knife and Maguire started yelling again. Sam stuffed the rage back into his mouth and held the arm still. Dean sliced the mark off with a few extra layers of skin.


My phone began to buzz, "Dean?"

"It should be done. We left the guy on his boat. Sam is going to drop an anonymous tip about 'suspicious activity on the boat'. Are you alright?"

I looked over at Conner and he smiled and nodded, "I'm totally fine. How do you want me to handle this?"

"I would smoke him, but it is your call."

"Meet up back at the house?"

"See you there."

I hung up the phone and looked across the table. Conner watched me,

"Decisions, decisions." He said. I exhaled. I really had no reason to kill the guy, he hadn't killed anyone he hadn't been forced to.

"I won't give you a chance next time."

He chuckled, "I would expect nothing less. But I am in your debt, if you need anything, I am only a summoning ritual away."

He stood and offered his hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet.

"Next time, my dear." And he kissed my hand again and bowed slightly. I half smiled and walked out of the diner and headed down the street. It was still pouring and I only had the light dress jacket. I didn't have very much cash left on me so I was searching for an empty street and an empty car. Four blocks or so from the diner I heard a group of men following me. I took a quick right, then two lefts and another right. Still they were behind me. Fuck. I didn't have a weapon except for a knife in my boot. I pulled my phone out of the clutch I had been carrying.

"Dean we are going to have to meet somewhere else."

"Why? What's up?"

"I have a few things stuck to my shoe." It was code for 'I was being followed'.

He became serious, "How many?"

"Maybe four, does that sound good?"

"Do you have anything?"

"You shouldn't need a knife to eat that with."

"God dammit, why don't you have a gun?"

"I couldn't exactly fit that in this dress."

"Where are you?"

"I am going to duck into this bar at 5th and Jefferson, it is a college bar."

"Okay, hold tight there."

I never looked behind me, just ducked in and found a table in the back where I could watch the door. When the waiter came over I just ordered a coke that I didn't even touch.


"Sam, we gotta go."

Sam was finishing up his tip to the police, "What's up?"

"Jen is being followed. She is holed up at a bar right now but she will probably bolt if it heats up. All she has on her is a knife."

Sam and Dean sprinted for the car. They were moving so fast that they failed to notice a man, dressed in a sharp suit, sauntering down the docks. Traffic was a bitch because the drunks were beginning to leave the bars.

"C'mon" Dean yelled.

Finally, thirty minutes later Dean parked the Impala in front of the bar. Him and Sam leapt out and ran into the bar, through the rain. They looked around quickly, Jen wasn't in sight. Sam began to walk around, double checking that she wasn't there. Dean ran up to the bar and waved the bartender over, "Hey have you seen a woman come in here in the last hour or so?"

"Yeah, about twenty of them."

"She would have long brown hair, not dressed for here, probably looked a little nervous."

"Oh, yeah. She only ordered a coke..." He pointed, "Far back corner."

"Thanks." Dean pushed through college students to the back. Sam saw him and followed. The table at the back was empty and a full coke sat, untouched.

"Son of a bitch." Dean said as he pulled out his phone. It began to ring. Sam heard the buzzing coming from under the table. He reached down and held it up for Dean to see. It was Jen's phone.

"She wouldn't just freaking leave it here." Dean said. He rushed back up to the bar, "That woman? You didn't by chance see her leave?"

"Man, I don't see half of the stuff that happens here. But she never left out the front. I would check the bathrooms."

Dean walked away towards the front. Sam followed and they stood under the overhang for a moment. They both had a bad feeling about this. Suddenly there was the crash of garbage cans from around the alley. Dean took off.

"Bitch!" Sam and Dean heard. It was coming from far down the alleyway. They couldn't see much because of the rain. There was more crashing. Dean was sprinting and when he turned the corner he skidded to a stop. Down the alley there were five guys, two were holding Jen's arms and she was trying to kick but was unable to, at another huge guy who was laughing as he ripped her dress. There was blood everywhere. He punched her in the stomach. Sam had finally caught up,

"Holy shit." Sam breathed. The guys heard and looked up. Sam and Dean ran down the alley and tackled two of the guys. When Dean rolled ontop of his, one of the guys that had been holding Jen's arms, Dean pulled his gun. The three others took off, Sam was struggling with his.

"Dean!" Sam yelled. Dean pistol whipped the guy he was on top of and knocked him out. The guy Sam was struggling with got the upper hand and took off when he saw Dean's gun. Dean drew up on him.

"Dean, no." Sam said. Dean held for a moment and then heard Jen groan painfully. He lowered his gun and turned around. She was laying there, struggling slowly, trying to get to her feet, but slipping in the water. Dean rushed over to her and pulled her to him. He put her head between his hands. Her eyes couldn't focus and were wild. She was trying to speak but couldn't.

"Sam, she's been drugged." Dean pulled off his jacket and put it around her.

"I will go get the car." Sam said and Dean tossed him the keys. Seconds later, Sam pulled around. Dean heaved Jen up in his arms and set her in the back seat. Sam ran around and then helped Dean put the guy into the trunk, handcuffing his hands and placing a gag in his mouth. Dean slid into the back seat with Jen. She was soaking wet and shivering from the cold.

"Sammy drive!"

Sam floored it back to the house. Dean looked Jen over the entire way. There were bruises appearing down her arms and some minor cuts. The worst of it was on her chest where there was a long cut from a blade. When they arrived Dean carried Jen into the house and straight up to her room. The entire way she struggled, confused and scared. He returned and helped Sam drag the guy down into the basement where they secured him to the wall. Dean turned to Sam, "See if you can figure out what they dosed her with and who else was in on this. I want them all dead."

Sam just nodded. Dean ran all the way back up the stairs. Jen sat on the bed with her arms around her knees. She was struggling to focus.

"Jen?" Dean asked softly. He went to touch her knee, he could feel her shivering, her skin was cold as ice.

"Fuck," He said under his breath and started pacing.

"Jen? Who was that? Do you know them?" When she didn't answer he kneeled in front of her and grabbed her chin. She tried to pull away but it was a feeble effort. She had no strength to fight his grip, "Focus, who were they?"

"Eth..." She trailed off like she had forgotten how to talk. She tried again "E.."

It dawned on Dean, "Ethan?"

Her eyes focused unnaturally and searched the room, "Jen, no one is going to hurt you but you need to focus and tell me what happened."

"Bar..."

"You were in the bar, in the back."

"Back, and...sat."

"They came through the back?" Jen nodded, and then slowly brought her hand to her neck. Dean half stood and moved her dripping hair. Right on her jugular was a needle mark, "They drugged you and then took you out the back."

Jen put her face in her knees. Dean stroked her hair, she began to hyperventilate, "Shh. Easy. Jen, breathe."

"I...knife." Dean realized that she must have pulled her knife on them. But she hadn't been strong enough because of the drugs and that was how she got that nasty gash across her chest. He pulled her more upright and looked at it. It wasn't going to need stitches but it was probably going to scar because of how wide it was.

"I will be right back." Dean rushed to her bathroom and was trying to find some alcohol or peroxide. Sam entered the bathroom behind him.

"They dosed her with ketamine. Looked it up real quick, it is a horse tranquilizer but in small doses will work on people. You lose mobility and can't think straight, but you are totally aware of what is going on."

"Get anything else?" Dean asked.

"He isn't giving up the other guys names. I'm pretty sure he isn't the ring leader though." Sam paused, "How is Jen?"

"I'm gonna try to patch her up. She is freaking hysterical, can we do anything about that drug, keda-."

"Ketamine. Not really. It should wear off by morning. Maybe a little longer if they gave her a big dose. Listen, Dean, we are gonna get these guys, but then what?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we don't kill people, and we can't exactly drop them off with the cops..."

"We will cross that bridge when we come to it."

Sam just nodded, "I'm gonna see what else I can get out of him, then I will go and try to track down some of these guys. If it is a regular thing, maybe there is something else they can get locked up for."

Sam left and Dean headed back to Jen. She hadn't moved. He went to her closet and looked around, he found a zip-up hoodie and some sweats, "I know you aren't gonna want to hear this but we are gonna have to get you into dry clothes or you are gonna freeze to death."

"No..." She mumbled. Dean felt so bad for her, he hadn't been there to back her up and he felt like it was his fault. He reached and tried to pull her upright.

"No." She said weakly again.

"I'm so sorry Jen but you need help, and the only help you got right now is me."

Dean pulled her to her feet and her knees crumpled, "Easy there, just lean against me."

She put his hands on his chest and rested her forehead there too, breathing deeply. Dean reached and grabbed the folds on her dress, pulling in slowly over her head. She was left standing there in a black strapless bra and underwear. Dean wouldn't be a guy if he didn't notice that she was built and that she was, well, only in a bra and underwear, but he also noticed all the scars on her. Cuts, jagged knife wounds, claw marks and a few bullet holes that had been patched up. Her legs began to shake and she started to go down again. Dean caught her and while pulling her upright noticed that her bra and underwear were soaked all the way through as well and that cut was dirty. That was just freaking great, he thought, this was going to scar her for life, "Jen, I uh, hate to be the bearer of bad news but those are going to have to come off too and that cut needs cleaned."

She shook her head back and forth, mumbling. Dean could only make out bits of the mumbo-jumbo, but he was pretty sure 'fuck no' was the jist of it. He set her down so that her back was against the bed. He poured rubbing alcohol on a rag and kneeled with his legs on either side of her's.

"This is gonna hurt like a bitch." He put one hand on her neck to steady her and then wiped out the cut. She flinched right away but then relaxed. Dean wasn't sure if it was the drugs or she was just a tough bitch. When he was done he kissed her on the forehead for a moment. He got up and started rummaging in the drawers. Finally he was able to find a plane bra and underwear he hoped would work. He turned and looked at her, Jen looked back warily. Dean exhaled uncomfortably. He was trying to help her but he wondered if in the process he was hurting what they had. She shook her head again.

"Jen you are gonna get sick and freeze to death. Be reasonable, I'm not gonna cop a free feel, okay?"

Jen tried to scoot around but her arms gave out. Dean was able to catch her before her head hit the bed, "God dammit Jen!"

He grabbed her face and held her eyes, "Grow up and let me help you. I won't even grab a look from the front okay?"

She closed her eyes and he took it as a yes. It was a struggle but she was kneeling with her hands on the bed to steady herself. Dean unhooked her bra from behind and let it fall. He helped her move her arms into the straps and hooked it behind her. Then he helped her struggle into the sweatshirt and zipped it for her. They were face to face on her floor. He noticed that her eyes were clearing up a bit.

Thank...you" She managed to get out. Dean smiled and kissed her quickly, first on the lips and then her forehead.

"Don't thank me yet, we still have to get pants on you. Do you think you can stand?"

Jen nodded slowly. Dean got up first and then hauled he to her feet gently. She was shaky, but she managed to stay upright, holding onto Dean. He smiled awkwardly and placed her hands on his shoulders and kneeled down pulling her underwear with him. This was definitely not how he ever pictured this with Jen.

"Step." He commanded. Dean felt her put her weight on his shoulders and she stepped out of her panties. Dan grabbed the sweats and dry panties and lined them up so that he could get this done all at once.

"Step." He said again and pulled everything up. When he was standing again he looked down, Jen was turning about a hundred different shades of red. Dean remembered that Sam said that the drug left the person pretty lucid. Her legs gave out again and he sat her back down on the bed and he sat on a chair across from her.

"Sam and me are gonna get these sons of bitches."

Jen refused to talk. Dean watched her face, the redness was starting to dissipate.

"I'm gonna go talk to Sam." Dean got up and went downstairs, Sam was coming up from the basement.

"Whatcha got?"

"A few names. I'm gonna track them down, see if they have any other things the cops can pin on them, or I guess we could set them up with something later."

"Okay, you wanna call and keep me updated?"

"Yeah I will. That guy is secure in the basement. I should be back before the afternoon."

Dean just nodded. He went up the stairs slowly. He wanted to kill the bastard in the basement, the only thing that stopped him was that the kid was useful in finding the other bastards. When he entered the room, Jen was laying on her side shaking again. Dean kneeled in front of her and saw the tears going down her cheeks.

"Aw shit, babe… You are safe." Dean pulled her to the head of the bed and onto his chest. He was half sitting because of how many pillows there were. She curled up into a ball, he wrapped his arms around her the best he could. She buried her face in his chest. She never sobbed, but he watched the tears stream. An hour or so later her eyes closed and she drifted off. Dean shifted and laid her on the bed, he got up and pulled the covers so he could get Jen underneath them. He ditched his clothes except for his t-shit and boxers and laid down, covering them both up. He laid on his side, Jen laid on hers facing him. Dean pulled her in tight and fell asleep listening to her breath.

They slept until just before dawn. The only time Dean had woken was when Jen rolled over. He had waited until she settle and then scooted behind her, put his arm around her waist and dozed off again.


I stirred, feeling Dean's warm body against my back. It took me a moment, but I remembered what had happened last night. First meeting Conner, then walking to the bar, being followed. Fucking Ethan sitting in the booth across from me, the pain in my neck and how fuzzy everything got. Them dragging me to the alley, them laughing, me trying to fight. Dean tackling them and then bringing me home.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asked gruffly from behind me.

"Like I have the worst hangover ever. My head is pounding."

I heard him exhale heavily and pull me flush with his body, grip tight. He put his face below my hairline and began kissing me, working his way down my neck and over my exposed shoulder where the sweatshirt had slid down. I laid totally still.

"Dean.." I paused as he worked his way back up my neck.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

He leaned over me and I turned my head so that I was face to face with him, our noses touching, "You don't ever need to thank me for anything."

He laid back down and rubbed my side, "You scared the shit out of me Jen, I'm just glad you are in one piece."

After a moment he pulled the sheet down, and moved down to my side where my shirt rode up. He pushed my sweats down a little farther and kissed me exactly like he had done on my neck, letting his nose drag so that it tickled and I twitched. I never looked but I felt him pause on the scar where he had patched me up from that knife in Hibbing. I rolled onto my back and looked at him. He smiled like a goof and I snorted, unable to keep myself from laughing.

He moved so quick that it caught me off guard. He moved on top of me, kissing me, like full on teenage making out shit. It took me a second to respond and when I did, he pressed his body against mine. His one hand was beside my head and the other reached and pulled my leg up to his hip. His hand drug the full length of my body and back to my face. All the while his lips never left mine. He pulled his mouth away, and I tried to catch my breath, searching his face. Dean smiled again.


Dean was surprised by how well Jen reacted to him. Honestly, he had expected her to be in a lot worse shaped this morning and that she would have told him to 'fuck off'. He watched her search his face. He was just so freaking relieved that she was alive and so happy that she wasn't freaking out. He pushed back against her and kissed her again, then he moved to her neck again, working his way slowly down to her collar bone. Her other leg was wrapped around his calf.

Dean's lips where on her sternum between her breasts when he felt her chest vibrate and heard her moan. He stopped and glanced up. Jen looked every direction except at him. Trying to pretend that that didn't just happened. Dean put his forehead against her chest and chuckled, he could hear her giggling. He moved his arms behind her back and rocked back up suddenly, pulling her up with him so that she straddled his lap on her knees. It also made her higher than him. For the first time, Jen made the first move and kissed him. Their lips were locked and her hands were in his hair, curling and uncurling. His were on the small of her back, pushing her body against his. Breath coming in gasps and mixing. Her hands moved to his chest and then down his stomach to the hem of his shirt. Dean stopped kissing her and grabbed her hands in his gently, "Absolutely not."

He saw the confusion in her eyes followed by the pain of the rejection. Dean pulled her face back down to his and kissed her lightly, one hand on her cheek and then spoke again, "I'm not saying never Jen, I am saying not now. I'm not going to be a one time thing for you and if we do that this morning, that is what it is going to be. And if you think it through, you know that. You are doing it because you think that's what I want. You need to do this because it is what you want. "

She wouldn't look him in the eye because she was embarrassed so Dean continued, "Jesus, Jen. I fucking want you, Christ. I have since you walked up as Ms. Ulrich, but it isn't going to be like this."

Jen turned her head and Dean thought he lost her, but she kissed the palm of his hand softly and then again and again. He knew he had been forgiven and pushed her onto her back again. He pushed his fingers between hers, intertwining them and leaned to kiss her again. He continued until his phone rang on the nightstand.

"Shit." Dean said. He rolled off of Jen and picked up the phone.

"Yeah Sam, what's up?"

"Hey I am following this one guy and he keeps circling around near the house every couple hours. What do you want me to do?"

"I will meet you out front when you pull up." Dean hung up the phone, Jen had already crawled out of bed and was pulling jeans and shoes on.

"Where the hell do you think you are going?" Dean asked.

"With you and Sam."

"Uh, no." Dean started pulling clothes on.

"Uh, yeah."

"No."

"Dean, I need to take care of this." And with that Jen walked out the door and down the stairs. Dean followed quickly. She opened a closet at the bottom of the stairs and grabbed a huge bowie knife out and a 9mm gun that she shoved down the back of her pants. They both heard the engine of the Impala turn the corner.

"Jen..." Dean grabbed her shoulder and whipped her around. Her face was set and determined, "...Okay then."

He followed her out to the Impala.


Sam drove the Impala around the neighborhood a few times before I spotted him ducking into the bushes. Sure as shit, it was Ethan, "Sam, go up two blocks and pull over."

He did and I jumped out, walking quickly down the street to where Ethan had disappeared. I heard doors slam behind me, Dean ran up beside me, "Jen, you can't kill a guy in broad daylight."

"Watch me." I kept walking and he walked slightly behind me.

"Jen you can't do this. It isn't…"

"Dean, he will follow me when I walk past him. You need to take this next left, walk two blocks and a right. You will see an abandoned building. I am going to lead him in from another way I will go down two blocks and take two lefts."

To my surprise, Dean obliged and I turned to see Sam following him. I strutted right past the bush where I had seen Ethan duck into, making sure I stayed out of arms reach. And three blocks later, I took a right. When I turned, I caught him out of the corner of my eye jumping from one yard to the next.


"Where the hell is the building?" Dean asked.

"You are sure she said left, two blocks and then right?"

"Yes I'm sure Sam, goddammit!" He kicked a nearby trashcan. A thought crossed Dean's mind and his stomach dropped.

"Fuck Sam, c'mon." Dean took off at a run.

"What Dean?"

"She told us the wrong way on purpose."


I figured I only had about ten minutes after they left me before Dean realized I had tricked him and sent him in the wrong direction. And those ten minutes were winding down. I was almost to the street that had a few abandoned apartments, and I knew Ethan was still following me. I walked behind the buildings and hid behind a corner. A few seconds later, Ethan walked past where I was hiding and stopped, confused on how he had lost me. I stepped out, "Hello Ethan."

He whipped around and then smiled devilishly, "Jennifer. How you feeling this morning?"

"Fantastic. You?"

He looked around, and I answered his question, "They aren't here."

Ethan moved toward me, slowly, hands up. But I saw the twitch as he had put his hands up, when he had passed his waistline. There was a knife sheathed in the back of his pants. I grabbed my bowie knife from my boot, "You really don't want to come any closer."

He stopped and smiled slyly, " Jennifer, you were never a fighter."

"You just never paid attention. You didn't know me. " His hands lowered, he was ten feet away. And I saw him reach for the knife and he rushed forward and tackled me. As he hit me I went with it, using his weight to roll us. As we rolled I stuck the knife into his rib cage, he groaned and let go of me. I was flung across the lot, and skidded. I got back up, watching him gasp for air. I walked back over slowly, he watched me the entire way.

"Bitch." He spit out along with some blood.

"Yeah, I know. But at least I'm a bitch and not a pig, lying on the ground, choking on his own blood."

He stared at me, mother-fucking me from here to the ends of the earth. I kneeled with a knee on his chest.

"You fucked with the wrong person." I said and pushed the knife through the bottom of his jaw and into his brain. I watched his eyes go dark. It was done. As I pulled the knife out Dean and Sam ran around the corner. I got up and walked over to them.

"Let's go."

Dean grabbed my arm, "Jen..."

"I said let's get out of here. I'm fine."

We walked back to the Impala, drove back to the house. Sam grabbed the guy who was downstairs and turned him loose. I packed up my shit and grabbed some new weapons to add to the Impala. I also packed a bag with some books that might be helpful. I heard Dean lean against

the doorway. He rubbed the back of his neck, "You should have let us help."

"I needed to take care of it."

"You didn't trust us enough?"

"No, I knew you would stop me. I needed him permanently out of my life. That guy was more of a monster than half of the things we hunt. Now he can't hurt anyone else, ever."

Dean nodded and went to finish packing his stuff. Within the hour I had called Ben to tell him I was on my way out and we were headed north to New York. And headed for the next hunt.