Better Together
I pass my pancakes back and forth on my plate, ripping apart the small rounds with my fork. As I look around the table I see Sam reading the paper and Dean stuffing his face. Things have been extremely dull at the Winchester house. School's mid-winter break just started and I will be damned if I spend my week off from school just sitting around the house.
"Hey guys, I was thinking we should take a vacation." I say, slightly looking up from my pancakes.
"Vacation?" Dean asks, and you would think he's never heard the word before in his life.
"Yea," I nod happily, "I mean, I have the week off from school and we never do anything together that doesn't involve hunting. It'll be fun."
"I don't know Jenny." Sam looks skeptical, "I don't know where we could go on such short notice."
I look back down at my food. Spending some quality time with Sam and Dean, that doesn't revolve around burning bones or doing research, is something that I really want. There has got to be somewhere we can go. Then in an instant the light bulb goes on in my head.
"I know!" I say excitedly, "Charlie has a beach house in Florida. I'm sure she'd let us use it."
"And her Mother wouldn't mind us using her house?" Sam checks.
"Please. Her mom wouldn't care if we burnt the place down as long as it didn't interfere with her work."
Dean and Sam nod knowingly, both having spoken with Mrs. Morgan before and not having a good experience.
"So can I go call Charlie?" I plead, biting my lip in anticipation.
Sam looks towards Dean before looking back at me, happy to see my excitement and nods his head towards the phone, "Go ahead."
"Yes!" I smile, jumping up and giving him and Dean a kiss on the check before running for the phone.
I talk to Charlie and I don't even have to finish the question for her to give us the thumbs up. She gives me the directions, tells me where the spare key is hidden and the names of the best restaurants in the area.
After I tell Sam and Dean the news I immediately start packing so we will be ready to leave the next morning bright and early.
"I bet you five bucks I can get it in his mouth." I smirk towards Dean with a rolled up straw wrapper in my hands as we watch a sleeping Sam, who is lying in the passenger seat with his head slumped back and mouth agape. We have been driving for two days straight and decided that instead of stopping to sleep at a hotel Sam and Dean would take turns driving so we could get there faster.
"I bet you five bucks he wakes up a throws a hissy fit." Dean looks at me in the rearview mirror as the bright Florida sun comes through the windows.
"And what happens if were both right?" I check.
"Then we both win," He smiles, "And Sammy loses."
We both laugh as I lean back on the seat, lift my hand up gently with the wrapper pressed between my thumb and pointer finger. I carefully toss it and Dean and I watch as it bounces of his Sam's and goes into his mouth.
I fling my hands up in triumph as Dean and I laugh at a now awake Sammy. He throws his head up, coughing at the disturbance in his mouth. He feels the small paper with his tongue and immediately retrieves it with his hand.
"What the hell?" He snaps towards Dean and I, not sure to which of us did it, "I was sleeping, I could've choked!"
"I guess we both win." I laugh to Dean which earns us another harsh stare from Sam.
"Come on, Sammy" Dean says, giving Sam a playful slap on the arm, "We're on vacation. Lighten up a bit."
Sam rolls his eyes and I can't help but laugh at the silly antics. Looking out the window as we come closer to our destination I see the beach and as I take a deep breath in the scent of sea salt and sand tingles my nostrils, sending chills down my back an making me smile.
"Are we almost there Dean?" I ask as he looks at the piece of paper with the address on it.
"I'd say so." He smiles as the Impala turns into a driveway. I look up at the house which is a grayish tan color. It's a large two story house with big windows to look out at the ocean.
"Oh my god."
As soon as I can I open the door and jump out of the door, "This is amazing!" I laugh with thrill.
Sam and Dean watch with amusement as I jump around excitedly like a child while they grab our bags and follow me towards the house. Once we make it up the front steps I walk across the porch to a small potted plant. After I move the pot I lift up the small box cut out in the deck and find the key like Charlie described.
"Ready." I smile as I put the pot back and walk over to the door, unlocking it.
We step inside and Sam and Dean immediately drop their bags in awe. The large living room is the first thing we see, with a beautiful fireplace and big plush couches surrounding a TV. I walk in further and see the dining room but the only thing I care about is the view. There is a large glass window which allows you to see the ocean which is literally the backyard of the house.
"Can we go swimming?" I beg turning towards Sam and Dean, "Please!"
"Go get in your suit." Sam says, handing me one of my bags.
I let out a loud squeal before turning and running up the stairs. I claim the room that isn't as big as some of the others but in my opinion has the best view. Quickly I change into my black two-piece. The top has thick halter straps and silver and gold beads that line the cleavage and the bottoms are plain black. I also grab my pink board shorts and put them on before grabbing my orange beach towel, decorated with yellow fishes, and I head down stairs.
"Hurry up!" I yell on my way down and I am soon followed by Sam and Dean in their swim trunks and t-shirts, each with a towel draped over one of their shoulders.
"Let's go."
I quickly walk off the back porch and smile as the sand, which is warm from the bright and beaming sun, caresses my feet and tingles my toes. Once I find a nice spot between the house and the water I place down my towel, but when I lay down I place my body on the sand, loving the warm feeling on my back.
"So are you goin' swimming or what?" I hear and open my eyes to see Dean looking down at me and both him and Sam have there t-shirts off, ready to get in the water.
I jump up instantly, running to the ocean, with Sam and Dean close behind. Once my feet touch the water I immediately jump back surprised.
"It's cold!" I say to Sam and Dean who are on each side of me as goose bumps crawl up my arms.
"Really? Cold?" Dean asks with a suspicious tone and I immediately get a bad feeling, "Sammy did you hear that? Apparently the water is freezing."
"Really?" Sam says with the same manner.
"Oh no." I warn, knowing what they want to do, "Don't you dare!" I yell, trying to back up but Dean already has a hold on my waist.
"No! Put me down!" I yell with laughter.
"Come on, Jenny. You love the beach." He jokes and walks me closer in with Sam holding my legs as I begin to kick them wildly.
"Ahhh!" I scream as they throw me into the chilly water. I stay under the water for a moment letting the coolness prickle my senses. I stand up with my wet hair draped heavily across my shoulders, looking at Sam and Dean who both are laughing wildly at me.
"I'm gonna kill you!" I yell, running towards Sam and Dean who immediately turn around and dash.
Sam runs much faster with his long legs so I decide my best bet is with Dean. He runs up to our deck before circling and going back to the water where I finally catch up with him.
"Ahh!" I laugh infectiously as I jump onto his back, wrapping my arms around his neck. I try and pull him down into the water but he puts an arm around my waist and pulls me off of his back so I am in front of him. And in no time I am hanging up side down, screaming as I hear Dean laughing and I see Sammy walking over with the same amused expression he had earlier.
"Put me down!" I yell, trying to curl my body up and remove Dean's arms from around my waist.
"You gonna stop chasing me?"
"No way!" I yell stubbornly as I still try and work on Dean's arms.
"Then no luck." He shakes his head with mock disappointment and he begins to walk deeper in the water, making my head become closer and closer to the surface.
"Sammy! Help me!"
"After your little basketball game back in the car I think you can take care of yourself."
My mouth drops with shock at his response. I guess I now have to resort to desperate measures.
"Oh! My stomach!" I grimace, pretending that my wounds were being tugged as I hang inverted, when in reality they have been healed for two weeks and haven't given me any trouble.
"What? Is it your scars?" Sam asks, as Dean immediately puts me down right side up.
I hold my stomach in mock pain as Sam and Dean now stand in front of me worried and try to remove my hands to see if there is anything visibly wrong.
"What's wrong Jenny?" Dean asks with fear.
"You…You…" I stutter before snapping my head up "You got me wet!" I yell before taking my hands and shoving them both back into the cold ocean water.
I laugh, clapping my hands in accomplishment, as they are submerged in the water. They re-emerge and their faces are still full of shock but it only takes one look to each other before they jump up and out off the water, running at full speed towards me with a smile on their faces as I scream with laughter in anticipation.
"Some one order a pizza?"
I turn and see Dean coming outside through the back sliding door with dinner. Sam and I are relaxing around the outside fire pit, sitting directly on the sand as the sun sets at the water's horizon. He and Dean are still sporting their swim trunks and shirts while I have a white sundress over my swim suit.
"Thank god! I'm starving!" I exclaim hungrily as Dean places the pizza down on the ground before joining us around the campfire.
"I brought beer," Dean hands Sam a bottle and keeps one for himself before holding a can out to me, "and an orange soda for you."
"Thanks Deano!" I smile, popping open the can and sipping it quickly as orange fizz pours out from the top.
Dean opens the box and we each grab a slice, Sam and I opt for the half that is Hawaiian, with pineapple and ham, while Dean grabs a slice of pepperoni. I take a bite and wipe away the small amount of grease that is left on my lips as the waves crash with a soft bellow on the ocean line.
"Hey Sammy" I smile, picking a pineapple of the top of my pizza, "Catch!" I laugh as I throw it towards him and it hits him on the cheek before falling to the ground.
"Hey!" He tries to stay serious but he can't help from laughing along with Dean and I.
"Fine your turn." He says, grabbing a piece of pineapple off of his slice and throwing it at me. I'm not prepared and it bounces right off my head as I turn back from laughing at Sam with Dean.
"Not so funny now, is it?" He chuckles hysterically, throwing his head back slightly.
"Hey! Not fair! I wasn't ready!" I whine like a little kid, "I want a do-over!"
"Really?" He challenges.
"Oh this is gonna be fun." Dean mumbles as he watches the scene unfold.
"Come on. Give me your best shot!" I smile, standing up on my knees so I have more leverage.
Sam shakes his head with a smile before grabbing another chunk of pineapple, arching his arm back slightly and throwing it in my direction.
I go up higher on my knees and move so I am in the line of fire, feeling a smile tug on my lips as the cooked fruit goes right into my mouth.
"Yes!" I put my arms up in victory, beginning to softly chew the food in my mouth as Sam and Dean jokingly applaud me.
We finish our pizza and I instantly dig into the marshmallows, sticking two on a stick before holding it over the fire.
"Can we go for a walk?
"Sure," Sam says, as I eat my marshmallows, "But first I have a surprise for you."
My head instantly snaps up towards Sammy.
"Me? Is it shiny?!"
"Not exactly." He laughs and stands up from the fire, "Wait here."
I look to Dean with a questioning glance but he shakes his head, "I have no idea kid."
"Why do you always call me 'Kid'? I'm sixteen!"
"You'll always be a kid to me squirt."
It only takes a minute for Sam to come jogging back out of the house, and in his hands is one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. I jump up from the sand as he comes closer. He has a gorgeous acoustic guitar that looks just like the one that I lost in the fire at Stanford.
"You're kidding?! Is that really for me?!"
"Well I certainly am not using it myself."
"Oh my god!" I scream, running and jumping into his embrace, my arms securely around his neck.
"I figured you could play at the campfire."
"Oh I don't know." I wince, "It's been a while since I've played. I probably suck by now."
Sam shakes his head, putting the guitar in my hands and sitting us both down.
"No way. Come on, Play that Jack Johnson song you used to be obsessed with."
"I was not obsessed!"
"Just play."
"Yeah Jenny, I've never heard you sing or play guitar." Dean encourages me, "Well unless you count humming AC/DC in the car."
I roll my eyes as I begrudgingly get into a comfortable Indian style sitting position with my guitar resting on my legs.
"Fine, but you can't make fun." I say with harsh eyes to Dean, I know Sam would never dare make fun of my singing.
Dean nods his head and I look down and with one final breath I start strumming the chords to the song.
There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard,
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart,
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things,
Like a shoebox of photographs,
With sepia tone loving,
Love is the answer
At least for most of the questions in my heart ,
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy,
And sometimes life can be deceiving,
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together
MMM, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together
And all of these moments
Just might find their way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they'll be gone,
When the morning light sings
And brings new things,
But tomorrow night you see
That they'll be gone too,
Too many things I have to do,
But if all of these dreams might find their way
Into my day to day scene
I'll be under the impression,
I was somewhere in-between
With only two,
Just me and you
Not so many things we got to do,
Or places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree now
Yeah, it's always better when we're together
MMM, We're somewhere in-between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together
MmMMmm MmMMm MmMMm
I believe in memories
They look so, so pretty when I sleep
Hey now, and when, and when I wake up,
You look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time,
And there is no, no song I could sing
And there is no combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing,
We're better together
I finish strumming the final chords of the song and after it's done my heart practically skips a beat and it takes me a few more seconds before I finally pull my head up, a skeptical expression is clear on my face as Sam and Dean smile at me, beaming is more like it.
"Good?" I ask unsure.
"Amazing, kid."
After walking all the way to the other end of the beach and noticing how exhausted I looked, Dean let me spend the walk home on his back.
"I get to pick the movie when we get home." I mumble against Dean's shirt.
"I think you'll be going to bed when we get home."
"No," I manage to lift my head up, "It's only nine o'clock."
"Well it's been a long day. I promise you can pick a movie for tomorrow night." Sam assures me.
"Fine" I mutter, relaxing once again onto Dean's back as he lifts me up and repositions me.
"Thanks for the guitar Sammy. And thanks for taking us on a vacation. I miss family vacations." I smile tiredly as my eyes shut.
I feel Sam rub my back tenderly and place his sweatshirt around me before I fall to sleep about a half a mile from the house.
I jog back up the coast line with my IPod attached to my arm and Boston blasting into my ears. My arms go back and forth in a steady pace while my feet move quickly. As our house comes into a better view and I see Sam and Dean out on the beach I slow down to a fast walk.
"How was your run?" Sam yells as he throws the football he's holding to Dean.
"Great." I breathe out, exhilarated, "I'm just gonna jump in the water to cool off."
I kick my sneakers off my feet and remove my socks before taking off my blue shorts and white wife beater to leave me in a white and baby blue polka dotted bikini. I run up to the shoreline and dive into the water, enjoying the coolness for only a few moments before resurfacing and walk back onto the sand. I run my hands through my soaking hair to keep it from dangling in my face and walk over to where Sam and Dean had placed some towels.
I lay my back down on the ground, loving the feeling of the hot sand against my skin. I feel the hot sun softly heat my body and drift off to sleep while my fair complexion gets a soft tan.
When I awake I take notice of Sam and Dean, who are both asleep on their large beach towels.
"Sam." I say with the hint of laughter as I shake him out of his slumber.
"What Jenny?" He asks annoyed, slapping my hand away.
"You want some revenge?" My eye has an evil glimmer which Sam immediately takes notice of.
"What are you talking about?"
"Come with me." I smirk, standing up and leading him over to Dean, kneeling down next to his sleeping body.
"This is gonna be fun."
About ten minutes later we have Dean's body cover from his chest to his feet in sand. Sam works on perfecting the mermaid tail that I started at Dean's feet while I begin to work on the size double D boobs resting on his chest. I giggle silently as I carefully place more handfuls of sand onto his upper body, making sure I don't wake him up quite yet.
When I get them to the appropriate size I lean back to check my work, "Something's missing."
"What do you think?" Sam asks, now standing behind me and looking over Dean's form with a smirk.
I tilt my head to the side in thought before gaining the idea "Ohhh…." I smirk wickedly "I know."
Sam glances to me questioningly as I run to the water line, grabbing handfuls of seaweed in my hands and being too excited to cringe at the slippery feel. I run back with the wet brown plants in my hands and kneel next to Dean, placing the seaweed down before standing back up with Sam and admiring our work.
"Perfect." He laughs at the long brown seaweed hair Dean now has falling against his shoulders.
"Nice work partner." I smile, giving Sam a high five. We grin at our creation in accomplishment before Sam turns to me.
"So what do we do now?"
"This" I bend down to the sand and pick up a small seagull feather, "Would you like the honors?"
"You bet." He says, grabbing the white and gray feather out of my hand and walking towards Dean's head.
Sam kneels down placing the feather out so it barely touches the tip of Dean's nose and only gives it a small twitch. It takes a moment for Dean to wake up and another for him to realize he is awake, while Sam and I watch him closely. He pops his eyes open when he feels the sand all over his skin.
"Hahaha!" Sam and I laugh as Dean looks around wildly, trying to figure out exactly where he is. Sam throws his head back, clapping his hands together in laughter.
"Wh….?! What the fuck?!" Dean yells, seeing his body covered in the itchy beach sand.
Through my laughter I turn to my bag of things and grab my cell phone out of one of the pockets, instantly turning on the camera. I point it towards Dean and just as he notices the large female boobs molded onto his chest and stares at them with wide eyes I take the picture.
Sam walks next to me and we give each other a smiley glance before turning back to a pissed off Dean and laughing our asses off.
"This is so not funny." He shrugs, struggling to get out of the sand that enclosed him.
"No man, it's friggin' hilarious." Sam chuckles, helping Dean stand up.
"Ugh, this is gross!" Dean mutters loudly as he tries to get all of the seaweed off of his head.
"Don't be a baby, Dean. It's just a little prank." I smirk which earns me a death glare.
"Oh, you just wait for the revenge sweetheart."
I try to look like I'm not scared, but it defiantly leaves a sour feeling in my stomach. I've heard about the Nair in the shampoo incident and I defiantly don't want anything like that happening to me.
"I gotta wash off." Dean sighs as he begins to walk towards the water.
I turn towards Sam and grab onto his arm, giving it a pull, "Come on Sammy. Let's go swimming."
He walks with me but I decide to run ahead and get in the water deep enough so I can dive. I resurface and turn around to Dean and Sam who have the water up to their knees.
"Come on!" I splash some water in their direction, trying to coerce them to come in farther.
"The shower's all yours." I tell Sam as I walk down the stairs in my pajama shorts and Led Zeppelin shirt, plopping down on the couch next to Dean.
"What are we watching?" I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Something with Ben Stiller" He mumbles.
I watch the screen and laugh at the spiky black hair and ridiculous outfits, "Oh my god, this movie is the best!"
Dean looks at me not too amused, "What is it?"
"Zoolander!" I say in a tone that implies how everyone should now about this movie, especially when Dean gives me one that implies he has no idea of what I am talking about.
"Come on, Dean! Blue Steel!" I say exasperated, earning me another clueless glance. "Just watch the movie." I sigh, turning to face the screen
A little over an hour later Sam, Dean and I are all sitting around the television while the end credits role down the screen. Sam and I laugh hysterically while Dean does his best impression of the 'blue steel'.
"Stop it!" I laugh so hard it makes my stomach ache and give Dean a playful slap, "It hurts!" I have tears coming out of the corner of my eyes.
Dean retracts his lips from their extremely pouty position and lets out a soft laugh, enjoying the moment with Sam and I. We let the laughter die down to quiet and quote a few lines from the movie before the next movie starts.
"You gonna head up to bed?" Sam asks, noticing my head drooping on to his shoulder.
"Wh─" I snap my head up and out of my almost slumber, "No…No. I'm fine."
"Come on. You should get to bed." Sam smiles, knowing I'll be asleep within five minutes.
"Sammy." I whine, "I wanna stay up."
"What are you five?" He laughs standing up, "You're gonna fall asleep in a few minutes anyway and then I'm gonna have to carry you upstairs."
"Yeah. And you way a ton." Dean scoffs teasingly, earning a slap from me.
I shrug my shoulders, relaxing into the couch stubbornly. "Well I'm not getting up."
Just by placing my head into the soft couch cushions my eyes droop a bit in sleepiness. I don't even realize it, but apparently Sam does.
"That's it." He exclaims and before I get a chance to open my eyes I feel him grab me and throw me over his shoulder like a firefighter.
"Wh─What the hell?" I mumble against his back as he turns towards the stairs.
"Say goodnight to Dean." Sam tells me.
"G'night." I giggle, "Don't let the bed bugs bite."
Did I mention I tend to get a bit silly when I'm tired?
"See you tomorrow Jenny Bean." He chuckles.
"I see your bum Sammy." I snicker as my head hangs right above his bottom while he walks me up the stairs, earning a chuckle from Dean in the distance.
Sam grins at my antics, knowing that when I'm sleepy I might as well be drunk.
"Jenny!" I hear someone yell in a hurry.
I squeeze my eyes tight in frustration. Is it too much to ask for a girl to get some sleep?
"Jenny, Come down here!" I recognize this as Dean, which mean he won't stop yelling into I get out of bed and come to meet him.
"God dammit!" I huff, throwing the comforter off of my body and huffing down the stairs with my disheveled hair and clothes.
"If you don't mind I was trying to sleep in past eight o'clock!" I yell as I enter the kitchen, placing a hand on my hip, "Which I get is a lot to ask, ON VACATION!"
Even with all of my attitude, Dean doesn't return my banter and Sam doesn't scold me for yelling. They just sit there at the table, staring at me.
My face turns into concern, "What's wrong?"
"A friend of ours, Daniel Elkins─ He's dead."
"Oh my god. " I breathe out shocked, "He was a hunter?"
"Yeah. And he worked a lot with our father." Dean is looking down at his coffee, but I can hear the sorrow in his voice.
"I'm so sorry guys."
"Thanks Jen." Sam smiles, "But Dean and I are going to be heading up to check out what happened. So we're gonna have to drive you back home today."
I'm defiantly sad that we have to cut our vacation short. I have been having so much fun with Sam and Dean these past few days, but I get that they have to go.
"Yea, sure. I'll go start packing."
"And Jenn,"
"Yeah Sammy?"
"We might be gone longer than usual."
R/R?
