Summary: Delaney Mannings is dropped off with the Winchesters a few months after her father's death. She stays with them for two years and they become close. What happens when she has to go? What happens when she comes back?

Chapter 27: I'm coming.

"Hey, wake up! Time for school!"

I gave a horribly sounding snort and rolled away from Sam's hand. I buried my face in my pillow.

Come on! What the hell? Only four freaking hours of sleep! No way in hell were they getting me off of my bed. I didn't give a damn about school.

"Delaney!" Sam grabbed a strand of my hair and pulled. I smacked at him blindly, with my left hand. I didn't hit him but I hoped that was a good enough warning for him to scram.

"Dad, she won't get up." Sam sighed, annoying me.

"Let her sleep. She could use a rest." John called absently. I grinned the smallest of grins into my pillow.

"What the hell? What about me and Sam?" Dean's deep voice broke in.

I inwardly sighed. This was where it all started.

Dean had been better. He was more like his old self, entertaining himself with annoying Sam and I. I was so glad for that, trust me. I didn't have to go after him anymore, trying to get him to speak to me. He was dealing with it in his own way, as always. But, at least he was dealing with it. I was freaked out to say that I was super relieved about that.

"You boys are already up and anyway, Delaney's the one that has been doing all the snooping." John answered.

"All she's been doing is cheerleading! That ain't hunting!" Dean persisted.

I growled into my pillow. He had no idea how hard cheerleading was. All the damn concentration needed! It was like building some friggin' bomb! Most of the time I was left with in ache in my brain and with many sore body parts.

John didn't answer and after a while Dean muttered something. I knew this wasn't over though.

"If you guys so much as breath on me I'll go flat out PMS on you." I warned, the pillow muffling my voice. I was glad to hear that I still sounded grouchy and kind of scary.

"Oh, really?" Dean said and I could practically hear the sneer in it.

"Big difference." Sam mumbled.

"Yeah… big difference." Dean repeated.

"Sore losers." I mumbled. "You know, I've been the one d-"

I gave a shriek as strong hands gripped me around the ankles and pulled. I instinctively grabbed onto the headboard.

"Let go! John!" I shouted.

"Dean! Let go!" I tried to kick him but he just held on to my ankle, stopping me. I turned my head, towards him. It was an awkward position but I got to see him turning slightly red.

I could hear Sam snickering in the background. I would get him back.

Eventually, my hands slipped. The only part I liked was that it came so suddenly and unexpectedly. Dean, who had been pulling at me, positioning his body and weight a certain way, didn't have time to right himself. So, when my hands slipped, we went over the bed and onto the floor.

I think I must have elbowed him in the ribs or something because the air swooped out of him and he started wheezing. I listened to him for a moment wondering why the hell he was making that sound until I realized what it was and I erupted in laughter.

I could feel him glaring at me as he regained his breath.

"What a spaz!" I giggled.

"Coming from the OCD freak." Dean mumbled getting up. He straightened his clothes and headed for the door.

"Hurry up and get ready." He growled.

"What? You mad because your little macho moment went wrong?" I teased.

"That didn't go wrong! I wanted you to fall." He said defiantly. I laughed and he slammed the door behind him.

When I reached the popular table I immediately noticed something was up. The girls were whispering with confused slightly frightened expressions on their faces. They were huddled in a tight pack as I scooted in next to them.

The bench squeaked as I sat down and immediately they sprung back.

"Oh! It's Delaney!" Leslie sighed and removed the stray strands of hair from her face.

"What were you guys talking about?" I took off my backpack and dropped it onto the space next to me. I pulled the bottom of my skirt down.

"Nothing." Bridget piped up too fast.

"Stop. We can tell Delaney. She's one of us." Leslie scolded Bridget then turned to me, placing her small hand on mine and giving me a warm smile. She made that smile disappear as fast as she made it appear and lowered her voice so the neighboring tables couldn't hear. "We were talking about coach."

"Coach?" I looked up from my sandwhich.

"Yeah. She's been acting strange." Haley whispered her eyes wide.

"Weird? How weird?" I slowly put down my sandwich, giving them my whole attention.

"I don't know. Jenna said she saw she saw her doing some real scary stuff. Jenna said she could've sworn it involved… some r-red substance." Haley stammered.

"I think she was more scared than sane." Bridget pursed her lips.

Leslie glared in her direction then turned to me. "Jenna also said she heard her muttering strange words. Almost like a different language. She said it sounded old and… freaky."

Haley gasped then whispered rapidly, "You don't think she's a witch?"

I dropped my fork at the mention and scrambled to pick it up.

"Of course not! Don't be silly!" Leslie smiled and gave a chuckle but deep in her eyes I saw a trace of worry… and fear.

I picked up my sandwich and began to unwrap it, "It's okay. It's probably nothing. Coach… where's Jenna?" My heart stopped.

"I don't know. She didn't come to school today. I called her cell during study hall but she didn't answer." Leslie looked me in the eye as she said this and I was surprised to see more worry than would have been expected. The worry that would have been in my eyes or in the eyes of any other hunter. I was sure she was thinking something along the lines of something supernatural.

As I was headed to my next class I kept an eye out for Dean or Sam to tell them the horrible news. I couldn't stand being in the school for a couple of more hours. I needed to get out of the school, to get in contact with John. I needed to get to where Jenna was and get her before that damn demon did something to her.

Nothing was making sense anymore. Why had the demon taken her instead of possessing her? I was sure she hadn't been acting strange before her disappearance. Where had it taken her and who the hell was the demon occupying?

"Delaney!"

I turned.

Derek broke from the group of his buddies and jogged over to me.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Hey." I tried to smile back but it didn't work out.

He noticed my attitude, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I… nothing. Jenna… she just didn't show up for school today." Damn this boy! I hadn't been planning on saying that.

"Really? Did… have you called her?" Derek gently grabbed my arm and began to walk. I walked along, leaving his peeps behind.

"No. Leslie did but she didn't answer. Have you heard anything?" I ushered.

"No." He frowned. "Maybe she's sick. Don't start worrying so much yet, okay?"

"Y-yeah. You're right. Maybe she is sick." I answered. I knew she wasn't sick. I knew something else was going on but I said it for him.

"Ummm… I wanted to ask you something." He stopped walking.

I stopped with him, looking around for teachers. The bell had rung a while ago and they were most likely roaming around trying to catch skippers.

"It probably isn't the best time now and all. I was planning on saying this for a while but now with Jenna… I'll say this anyway. Would you go out with me?"

I froze. Oh, no.

"I…" I struggled.

No, not now! Oh, lord, I had enough to think about already. What was I supposed to do now?

"No. I'm sorry. Well, at least not now. I just moved here, you know, and I don't think I want a boyfriend now. I'll… think about it though. I promise." I smiled, softly.

"Oh. That's okay. I understand perfectly." He smiled back.

"No hard feelings?" I asked.

"None whatsoever." He laughed.

"Thanks, though. That was… sweet." I laughed too.

"What are you doing? Skipping?"

Aw, shit. Here it goes.

"No, Dean. I'm just a little late." I sighed.

Dean laughed and stepped up, next to me. I watched him as he examined Derek. He always did this.

"Is this your brother?" Derek asked.

"Kind of. No blood relation." I answered then pinched Dean on the back. A warning for him not to freak out over nothing.

"Oh. I'm Derek." Derek grinned and held out his hand. To my relief Dean took it. I didn't need anyone thinking I had a psycho brother.

I caught myself. Since when had I cared about what anyone thought of me? Before I had no problem with people looking at me funny or whispering about me. Now, it seemed, I cared. A lot.

"Dean." He answered coolly, giving his signature smirk.

"What are you doing out of class?" I rounded on Dean.

"Same old, same old." Dean shrugged. "What were ya'll doing?"

"Talking. Now, I have to go." I said quickly, trying to head for class just in case Dean had heard what Derek had asked me. I wasn't sure he had or else he would have confronted Derek about it. But, again, I wasn't sure had hadn't.

"Wait." He grabbed me by the arm. I sighed.

"You asked her out?" Dean smirked.

Here it goes.

"Yeah." Derek answered coolly. Don't do that, I thought. He'll knock it right out of you.

"Ok." He nodded. "But…"

I could practically feel the tension in the air. Unless, it was all in my head. That was more likely.

"Have her home early." He added.

"I didn't say yes! And you aren't the boss of me!" I pinched his arm. "I'm going to get you after school for this!" I hissed under my breath. Dean smiled.

After cheerleading practice we always went straight back to the locker rooms.

I swear I hadn't wanted to stay for practice but if I had left people would have seen that as too weird. The girls tell me Jenna hadn't shown up to school and I leave the school like a damn roadrunner? That would've been suspicious.

The showers were small and the only thing in between another girl and I was a curtain. At first I had been way too uncomfortable about that. I had lived 2 years keeping my privacy under strict rules and I had never even let the boys see me in only a towel after a shower. I hadn't been to keen on breaking that lifestyle so easily and quickly. I had figured out quickly enough that after practice you were too sweaty and tired to care anymore.

When I was done showering and I was dressed I headed for the coach's office. That was where we left our equipment.

As I opened the door to her office I bumped into a larger figure. I stepped back and began to apologize when I saw it was the coach.

"Sorry." I apologized quietly.

The coach, as far as anyone could see, looked relaxed and healthy. I could even say she looked normal. I was expecting more, of course, some evil glint in her eye.

She was fine.

Ahhh, Delaney. Nice to meet you. I trust you like it here so far?" She held out her hand and I shook it slowly.

"Nice to meet you, too. I have, actually." I smiled politely.

"Great, great. Excuse me but I have to go." She passed by me and exited the gym.

I followed her with my eyes then when the door was slammed closed I turned back to her office.

I put my equipment away and before I left I checked her desk, her cabinets, anything that could open and be looked under.

I didn't know what I was expecting to find but sure had been expecting more than I did find.

I was getting so frustrated these days because we should have already found the demon. By now, we should have been after it, hot on its trail. We didn't even know who it was!

I left for home and just as I was nearing the motel, I had a better idea. I didn't know where she lived exactly but I had a faint idea.

Ten minutes later I arrived at a blue medium sized house. It was surrounded by tenderly groomed plants and there was a small little walk up to the front door.

I wasn't at all surprised when I saw a police car parked out front. I had hoped, nonetheless, that one wouldn't be needed.

I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.

I heard footsteps, a woman's because of the click of the heels, and the door opened.

The woman was in her late thirties early forties. She was really pretty with blue eyes and golden long hair. Her eyes were red and she had dark bags underneath them.

"Um… is Jenna here? She didn't come to school and I just wanted to make sure she was okay." I asked.

The woman caught her breath at the mention of her daughter and when she heard the end of my sentence, she released it in a frustrated desperate breath. She looked down and rubbed at her irritated eyes. She stayed like that for a while then looked up. She sighed, her eyes watering.

"Jenna… she's gone missing. We don't know where she is." The mom croaked, almost choking on the words.

Son of a bitch.

I burst through the motel door, startling Sam who had been asleep.

"Where's John?" I demanded.

"What's wrong with you?" He squinted at me.

"Where's John?" I repeated.

"Dad's out. He'll be back in about an hour." Sam answered.

"Shit!" I reached inside my back pack and pulled my phone out. I punched in John's number and put it to my ear. "Come on, come on!"

"Hello?"

"John, Jenna's gone missing! We need to find her!" I rushed.

"Who?" He asked, calmly.

"One of the girls. Her parents can't find her. We have to go! Come on! Get home!" I urged.

"Delaney, calm down. We can't do anything now. We need to think this through, figure out who the demon is, then go after it." John said seriously.

"To hell with that! We need to hurry up before the thing hurts her!" I went on.

"No, Delaney. Once I get home, we'll get onto working this out. Now, stay out and try not to do anything crazy." John said.

The line went dead and I cursed.

I ran for my bed and dragged out my back. I was going to make John wish he hadn't equipped me with so many weapons.

I went through my duffel like a maniac, strapping stuff to myself and throwing stuff aside.

"What're you doing?" Sam stood beside me, worry deep in his voice.

I didn't answer shoving the duffel back under my bed. I stood up and headed for the door.

"Where are you going? We're not supposed to leave if dad isn't home!" Sam trailed me.

"I'm not going to stand here while someone out there is in danger!" I growled and pulled the motel door open.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where do you think you're going, little lady?"

Apparently, Dean had been about to step in when I opened the motel door.

"Move." I demanded. He blocked my path at my reaction.

"Where are you going? And… loaded." He observed the shape of the weapons under my clothes.

"None of your business now move!" I shouted. I pushed past him and walked across the parking lot.

It took a few seconds for Dean to figure out the little Sam knew about why I was like this, and then I heard the thud of his footsteps.

"Slow down there, batman." Dean grabbed me forcibly by the arm and stopped me.

"No, damn it! Jenna's in danger! It's our job to save her and I ain't slowing down!" I ripped my arm out of his hand and kept walking but he just caught again.

"Listen here, Delaney. We can't go for her yet and you damn well know why. If you go in there like this and like some suicidal death-wish freak then you'll be putting that girl and yourself in danger. Now shut the hell up, suck it up, and get back in that room." Dean growled.

I glared at him squirming in his grasp but this time he held on, no matter the consequences.

"You ain't no wonder woman, midget. Go back inside." He gritted his teeth.

"No." I glared.

"Get-back-inside." He said every word in a force manner.

"No." I answered again. "I'm not going to sit there, with my thumbs up my ass. I'm not going to let that son-of-a-bitch demon hurt her."

"Well, you asked for it," He growled.

I knew what was coming so I braced myself for it.

He grabbed me roughly, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

I squirmed and kicked by nothing helped.

He thundered back to the motel room, pulled the door open and stepped in.

He threw me down onto a bed then closed the door. He locked it and stood by it, not saying a word for once.

I growled then unstrapped my weapons. There was no way I was going to get past Dean.

But, I had to try. For Jenna.

I was going to save her. And that demon better have guessed it.


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