Disclaimer: See previous chapters
AN: Woohoo I borrowed a neighbors charger. I have to give it back in about two or three hours so lets get on with the show. BTW, underage drinking is bad, the last thing I need is for someone under 21 to read this, get drunk and blame me.
"So, we following her?" Sam asked in the aftermath of having a gun put to his head.
"Yup." Dean said casually throwing his keys in the air and catching them.
"Be careful boys, she's a wild one." John warned.
"We will sir." Dean said reaching for the doorknob.
"We'll see you guys at the house." Sam added on his way out.
"I like her." Dean grinned opening the drivers side door.
"Yeah, always nice to meet someone more fucked up than you are." Sam said smiling crookedly.
John looked at Missouri with his eyebrow cocked and slipped the gun back in its holster under his coat.
"Well, that was new." He said and she nodded
"She's a real wilting flower, that one." Missouri muttered sarcastically.
The boys followed behind Jack's bike without bothering to hide themselves. There weren't any other cars out in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon anyway. They followed her as she turned into a bar they'd both frequented in their time in Lawrence.
"Is she old enough to drink?" Sam asked frowning in disapproval.
"I had my first drink at fourteen." Dean said shrugging. Just then there was a tap at the window and a slightly irate looking redhead was staring at them with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Stealthy." She said sarcastically when they got out of the car.
"We try." Dean answered leading the way into the bar.
"Sammy thinks you're to young to drink." Dean told her as they entered the bar. The place was nearly empty and the lighting sucked, it fit all the criteria for drinking yourself stupid with no one looking twice at you.
"My i.d. says I'm twenty one." She held up the card for them to see.
"It also says you name is Ellen Kline." Sam said reading the card.
"I don't look like an Ellen to you?" She asked sitting down at the first booth they came to, only slightly annoyed when the two brothers sat across from her without being invited.
"What's your real name?" Sam asked her.
"You don't believe the one I gave you at the house?" She asked pretending to be hurt at the question to her honesty.
"Hell no." Dean said giving her a look.
"Well I guess you'll just have to live with your curiosity then." She replied smoothly. Jack reclined in her side of the both crossing her legs over each other and leaning her head against the dingy wall.
"What can I get you boys?" A busty, blonde waitress asked coming to their table leering at the men across from Jack.
"A couple a beers." Dean said and raised a questioning eyebrow at Jack. The waitress wrote it down, like it would be so tough to remember, Jack thought rolling her eyes, and turned to leave ignoring Jack's existence.
"If you boys need anything else, don't hesitate to ask." It was obvious what she meant by everything else by the way she bent slightly to reveal the full power of her fake cleavage.
"Oh waitress, waitress." Jack said sweetly holding up a finger to the woman, Trixie her nametag said. She turned around with a fake smile plastered in her face.
"If your done servicing that side of the table, I'll have a shot of Jack." Jack said sweetly but the subtle insinuation in her voice. The woman's smile faltered a bit but she wrote it down and walked away to the bar
"Damn and I was hoping I'd get to try out my new fake i.d." She said shaking her head in mock disappointment.
"That was mean." Dean said laughing as he watched Trixie hustle up their drinks.
"She was rude and slutty." Jack said tacking on the last part for his benefit.
"Just Dean's type then." Sam cracked rolling his eyes at his brother
"I don't like rude woman." Dean shot back making Jack snort with laughter. It was too easy to be comfortable with these guys.
"You put a gun to my head." Sam accused narrowing his eyes at her a little.
'Fun times over.' Jack thought.
"The sky is blue, your eyes are green and her breasts are fake." Jack said sounding bored. "Anymore obvious facts I missed."
"You always this sarcastic with everyone?" Sam asked frowning.
"Not just anyone sweetheart, your special." Jack said nodding seriously.
"You followed me here." She stated after a tense silence.
"The sky is blue, your eyes are brown and you're too young to drink. Any other obvious facts to state." Sam shot back.
"I like this one." Jack said grinning at Dean.
"Got him for half off at the pet store. I wanted a puppy though, less upkeep." Dean said. The waitress arrived then and out of sheer habit all conversation stopped at the table.
"Anything else?" She asked, her hand lingering on Dean's beer bottle as he reached for it.
"No thanks, honey." He said winking at her. She smiled wide and shot a dirty look at Jack before leaving her shot in front of her and retreating back to the bar.
"Jack Daniels? That's hard stuff." Dean said indicating at her drink.
"I can hold my own with a shot glass, can you?" She said with a hint of a challenge.
"Can we talk about something that isn't the waitress's chest or drinking?" Sam asked not touching his beer.
"We could but its not as fun." Dean said. Sam gave a martyred sigh and touched the pocket he'd stashed the sketch in.
"Damn now you look like I put your puppy in a blender." Jack said sighing. Damn puppy dog eyes, she thought, downing her shot in one gulp. She grimaced as the liquor burned down her throat followed by that feeling of alcohol simulated warmth she'd been searching for. She gestured to the waitress for another, wondering if the woman would actually acknowledge the order.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"What do you want? You were at the house for a reason. In my dream you were in trouble, bad trouble." Sam said keeping his voice low as the waitress passed them by leaving Jack's drink hap hazardously on the corner of the table. Jack grabbed it up before could fall.
"I remember it now." Jack said a little bitterly. It was annoying having someone plugged into her psyche, even for a little while.
"You do?" Sam looked excited.
"Yup." Jack said drinking down her shot, a little slower this time but still too fast for Sam's taste.
"I can't believe I'm drinking with someone underage." He said frowning at her and Dean, who didn't seem to care that they were breaking yet another law.
"Boy scout." Dean accused.
"Relax, I'm twenty." Jack lied if only to reassure Sam that they weren't breaking the law by much.
"Bull. Nineteen tops." Dean said emptying his beer bottle. He waved over the waitress, who hurried eagerly to their table.
"I'll have what she's having." He gestured to Jack's empty glasses.
"Make that three." Jack added.
"None for me." Sam ground out finally taking a sip from his beer.
"Who said it was for you. Golden Boy's gotta catch up." Jack said. "You can go now." She said to the waitress still standing there waiting for something.
"Golden Boy?" Dean asked.
"For the thirty seconds I didn't know your name." Jack explained.
"What was Sam's?" Dean asked
"Andre the Giant." Jack answered smiling as Dean burst out laughing.
"Great, now there are two of them." Sam said to himself.
Awhile later the three of them were laughing like old friends and absolutely no closer to learning anything about one another, besides each other's ability to drink most normal people under the table.
"How you doin over there doll?" Dean asked gesturing at the glass Jack was holding deciding whether she could take another. Her and Dean were tied and Sam was four behind. After much teasing and being called a boy scout one to many times, he'd joined the Jack Daniels gravy train. The waitress left the bottle on their table after a few times of having to walk back and forth to quickly refill their glasses while Jack and Dean razzed each other about their drinking ability.
"I can hold my liquor darling, are you sure you can?" Jack asked. Her head was buzzing pleasantly, but she wasn't quite drunk. She was better than that. Apparently Dean was too because after who-the-hells-counting-anymore drinks his eyes were still glittering and aware.
"So how long have you been hunting?" Sam asking slurring over his words a little.
"Not a hunter, I told you already." Jack scowled at him.
"How long have you been at it?"
"All my life." Sam answered sounding a bit resigned to the statement.
"After it happened Dad found out what goes bump in the night and we started hunting." Dean explained.
"Ohhhh." Jack nodded.
"How did you find out what's out there?" he asked casually but his eyes betrayed him.
"I didn't find out about magic and mayhem because of the fire. I was born into it." Jack said a little surprised at her own eagerness to have someone anyone to talk to who might get it.
"What d'ya mean?" Sam asked.
"My family had a history of the supernatural. Psychics and such." Jack drawled, her long buried Louisiana accent peeking through the more she drank.
"A southern girl." Dean grinned catching it.
"Louisiana darlin, straight out the Bayou." Jack said with an exaggerated New Orleans drawl.
"Your parents were psychic too?" Sam asked fascinated.
"Nope. Mama Fonty read the cards though and Uncle Chris had visions like you." Jack let it slip before she could stop herself.
"Mama Fonty?" Sam asked and she wanted to kick herself. She was right, it was way to easy to talk to these boys, to feel at ease. She should leave but she couldn't seem to make herself want to like she could at their old house.
"My grandmother on my dad's side." She explained looking away.
"She tell you to come here looking at the house?" Dean asked.
"No, Its just me now." Jack said in a way that said the subject was closed.
"Oh."
"Yup." Jack said grabbing the half empty bottle and taking a deep swig.
"We should stop now." Sam said taking the bottle gently but firmly from her hands. Jack glared at him but let it go.
"We'll take back to wherever your staying." Dean said rising from the table and dropping a few bills down on the table. Sam slid out after him and held out his hand to Jack to help her up.
"I don't need help." She said quietly meaning more than just the lift.
"Its still okay to ask for it sometimes." Sam said offering her a small smile. She watched him a for a long second before taking his hand and letting him lift easily from her seat. She pulled away as soon as she was standing, steadying herself without any help.
"To the bat mobile." She said pointing to front and started walking. She made it the car before them, silently wondering what the hell was possessing her to take a ride from these veritable strangers.
"Hold up." Dean said catching up with her long strides. He reached into his pocket for his keys.
"Maybe we should just walk." Sam said thinking about how much they'd all had to drink. They'd been out for hours, it was already dark out.
"My hotel's not that far." Jack scoffed at him leaning heavily on the hood as Dean searched through his pockets.
"Where the fuck are my keys!" He demanded. Jack couldn't hold a straight face at the look of rage and fear on his expression.
"You thief." He accused as she took the keys form her pocket and dangled them at him.
"If I had any morals they'd be offended by that statement." She said laughing. Sam was laughing hysterically. As she danced just out of Dean's reach when he lunged for the keys.
"Give em." He whined.
"Say pretty please." Jack said grinning.
"With sugar on top." Sam added.
"Sam! Your supposed to be on my side. Working together against a common enemy." Dean said infuriated by his brother's fair weather er, brothering.
Too bad the comment only made him laugh harder.
"Aww don't cry Deanie." Jack said tossing him the keys. He caught them easily even though he was fairly inebriated.
"Pain." He called her.
"Bitch." She retorted.
"Get in the car." He said roughly unlocking the driver's side door and lifting the manual locks so she and Sam could get in.
To keep Sam from lecturing him on the dangers of drunk driving Dean drove extra carefully in the direction of the motel Jack told them. He grimaced at the site of the place, its not the worst place in the world to stay. Hell, he's stayed there before, he's stayed at worse places too. He just didn't like the thought of a young woman staying there alone at night, bad ass or not.
He knew he'd wreck all the progress they made that night though, if he offered her a place to stay at Missouri's.
"Come tomorrow so we can talk some more." Sam says to her as she opens the door.
"Where?" Jack asks not saying no but not saying yes either.
"Missouri's. That's where we're staying." Sam says giving her the address.
"We'll see." She replied memorizing the directions he gave without needed to write them down.
"Thanks for the ride." She said tapping the hood and slamming the door.
She doesn't wait for them to leave before going inside her room. She locked the door behind her and managed to collapse on her bed before her cell phone rang. Only a couple of people in the world knew the number, so she answered it immediately.
"Hey Billy." She said into the phone closing her eyes.
"Your drunk." Billy told her.
"Nice to hear from you too. And I'm not completely drunk." Jack retorted giving him a look through the phone.
Billy snorted into the phone. She could imagine him rolling his eyes at her.
"Just wanted to find out how you were doing? You sounded upset the last time we spoke." Billy said referring to a call a few weeks before, when she was still in Oklahoma City. When she first found the full story of her parent's death in a letter Chris had left in a safe deposit box for her.
"I'm tired." Jack answered surprised by how true it was.
"Listen Jackie why don't you come on down to 'Bama and rest up for few. Tommy misses you." Billy said soothingly. He was fighting dirty mentioning his thirteen year old brother, who Jack had a soft spot for.
"Maybe when I'm through here." Jack said sighing. Ever since she saved them from a group of hungry vamps a year and a half ago Tommy and Billy had barged their way into her life. And she'd let them, always keeping on her toes and never staying in Birmingham with them for more than a few days every couple months. She spoke to the boys regularly on the phone though.
"Where are you?" Billy asked sounding hopeful. He always asked where she was. She never told him, it was a tradition.
"Disneyland. I'm about to get my picture taken with Snow White." Jack said smiling into the phone. Billy gave a long suffering sigh.
"Alright I guess I'll see you when I see you." Billy said finally.
"Take care of yourself." She said as usual before hanging up. She drifted into a deep dreamless sleep, thinking about how she was going to end up going to see The Winchester's the next day.