Disclaimer: Okay now I know I'm only writing these to up my word count. Doesn't mean I'm gonna stop though. I don't own Supernatural, Kripke does.

Dean and Sam took turns keeping watch on the Moore house that night. One of them staying at the motel while the other played stake out. Jack was not too happy with arrangement, insisting she could handle shit herself. A Big Mac and both her and Sam's fries bought the boys silence from her grumbling though. Riley fell asleep soon after finishing her dinner, courtesy of the pills Jack crushed into her soda when she wasn't looking.

Sam took the first shift at the motel room, dividing his time between research and playing cards with Jack.

"Hey?" Jack asked around midnight, still another two and a half hours till he had to switch off with Dean.

"Yeah?" Sam looked up from his game of computer solitaire.

"How comw you went to college and Dean didn't?" Jack asked flipping through the channels on the t.v., bored.

Sam froze and looked thoughtfully at her. It was still a sore subject in the Winchester family, even with John's confession that he wanted Sam to get to go back to school someday. He and Dean had avoided talking about someday for a long time now. Those conversations never went well for them. Finally he shrugged and answered her as best he could

"You heard Dean before, he didn't care to keep going in school. He just wanted to hunt." Sam said trying for casual.

"You didn't want to hunt?" Jack asked switching off the t.v., rolling over to face him.

"No." Sam said with a cough. He turned back to his game, signaling an end to the conversation. Unfortunately Jack didn't take the hint.

"Why?" She asked. Sam ignored her question, tensing in his chair.

"Hello, Sam? Sammy?" Jack asked sitting up and waving a hand in front of his face. He tried to keep is temper from flaring up.

"You gonna answer or what? I mean, its not that hard a question?" Jack pressed on. A little voice inside her head told her to stop but she ignored it.

"Its none of your business. I don't want to talk about this, Jack. Drop it." Sam said gritting his teeth. She was taken aback by the strain in his voice, by the way his hand was going white clutching the poor, innocent computer mouse.

"I just wanted to know more about you." Jack said shrugging. She laid back on her bed and picked up her cheap c.d. player, popping in Muse, the perfect shit for angsting it out while a demonic spirit is chasing you, she thought as she turned the volume up loud enough to make her ears hurt. She shut her eyes and listened to the music, tapping out the beat on the bedspread.

Sam felt bad about snapping at her, the way he felt bad whenever he said something designed to hurt to his brother. He always seemed to do that, and the people he said it too rarely called him on it. This people being Dean and now Jack. That only made him feel worse about the shit he said.

"Jack." He said loudly to get her attention. She didn't budge, either not hearing him or ignoring him. He bet on the latter.

"Hey!" He called throwing a balled up fast food wrapper at her. It bounced off her head an d she yanked off her headphones irritably.

"What?" She asked scowling at him. Her anger diffused when he looked away, embarrassed.

"That's just a sore subject with us, Jack." He said shrugging starting in the middle of the apology instead of the beginning.

Jack looked at him for a second then gave him a crooked smile. She picked up the fast food wrapper and tossed it back at him missing him as he ducked out of the way.

"No problem. Just tell me when to shut the fuck next time, before I out my foot in my mouth." Jack said. She pulled her headphones back on and turned the volume to a less ear drum shattering pitch.

"If I did that you'd never speak again." Sam said to himself.

"I heard that." Jack said above her music.

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Dean was bored. He was more than bored, he was actually hoping one of the Schnee-whatever bitches would show up and pick a fight with him. The house he was watching from across the street was dark, nothing seemed to happening inside and he knew that for sure because these damn people didn't even have shades or curtains on their windows. Anyone could just peek inside. He'd never seen anything so tactically stupid in his travels. These people were wither that stupid or that sure of their safety, which were one and the sam as far as he was concerned.

He wondered what Sam was doing. Research, he thought rolling his eyes. Sam was such a geek sometimes. He grinned at the thought. He turned up Guns and Roses and started imagining the different ways to break into the houses on the block. Not that they'd be that hard to get into, He scoffed to himself.

'Damn this sucks, I'm gonna start talking to myself soon if I don't see some action.' He thought shaking his head. He flipped out his cell phone and called Sam.

"What happened?" Was the first thing out of Sam's mouth.

"Paranoia its not just for breakfast anymore." Dean said sarcastically.

"Dean." Sam gave a long suffering sigh.

"Sam." Dean imitated his little brother. "I got bored and decided to see how things are on the home front."

"Nothing happening here. I assume your having t he same problem." Sam said.

"Dude, what kind of seventeen year olds don't even sneak out on a Friday night?" Dean asked.

"I didn't." Sam pointed out.

"Your a geek." Dean said simply.

"Jerk."

"Did I hurt your feelings, Francis?" Dean goaded him.

"I'm hanging up now Dean. And you can suffer all by yourself." Sam said smugly cutting off the line.

"Sam? Sammy? Aw, come on, man." Dean redialed his brother. It went to voicemail. So he tried again. And again, now just to irritate him. He left long messages each time so it would fill up his mail box and then when he got bored with that he called Jack's phone.

She answered on the first ring.

"Autopsy Department, you slice 'em we dice 'em." She said into the phone.

"Jack, Sammy won't talk to me. I think he got his period or something." Dean whined into the phone loudly.

"I heard that." He heard Sam say in the background as Jack laughed.

"Hang up on him." Sam said sounding closer to the phone.

"Hey, I'm risking my butt here, the least you can do is entertain me." Dean retorted.

"You're risking boredom you big baby." Sam said. Dean could hear the soft sounds of a struggle and could picture Sam's Jolly Green Giant ass trying to wrestle the phone from Jack.

He was about to say something when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He straightened in his seat, watching to see Sylvia Moor coming around the back of the house to the front door. She looked around a nd Dean ducked down fast so she wouldn't see him. When he heard a door open and close quietly he sat back up.

"Gotta go." He said shortly into the phone before hanging it up. He wasn;t sure they'd heard him over their little tussle but he wasn't going to wait to check. He wanted to know why someone would sneak around their own house in the dead of night.

Dean made his way around the side of the house, keeping to the shadows. He had his gun cocked and ready in front of him, just in case. Walking quietly Dean crept into the backyard, he spotted a garden shed and made his way towards it cautiously. There was a flimsy lock on the door that he chanced putting down his gun to pick quickly.

He positioned in front of him once more and nudged the door open with his foot. Making out a flashlight on the work table just inside Dean reached for it turning it on with one hand, he stepped in and prepared to shoot….

The lawn mower. And a watering can and hose and other things anyone would expect to find in a garden shed. Dean lowered his gun and rubbed his forehead, laughing at himself. Now he was glad he was alone, that could have been embarrassing. A door slamming outside put Dean back on his guard, he grabbed the shed door and closed it fast, shutting off the flashlight too. There was a little window that looked out on the backyard. He looked out of it and saw Alex coming out of a cellar looking flushed and sweaty. The boy stopped momentarily to catch his breath and leaned down to shut the cellar doors, putting a chain and lock on the cellar before going around the house the way his stepmother had gone.

'Bingo.' Dena thought. He left his hiding place putting t he lock back on the shed the way he found it and made his way across the yard to the cellar, flashlight in hand.

'Shit.' Dean thought when he shined the light on the lock. It was the first decent security he'd seen of the place. It was a padlock the size of his fist, not the kind of thing he could just pick apart. It would have to be cut off.

'Or shot off.' He thought musingly. Dean shook his head, deciding to leave it for when he came back and he was coming back. Something wasn't right here, he didn't have to have Sam's shining or whatever to see that.

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Dean had hung up sometime while Sam and Jack were wrestling for the phone(she won but he still thought a cheap shot was the only reason).

"You think he's okay?" Jack asked bouncing on the balls of her feet. She ran a hand through her hair tugging at the end of it. Her eyes darted to and fro restlessly.

"Yeah, its Dean. He's always okay." Sam said wondering if it was true. He was starting to go stir crazy too, wishing for something to do.

"Maybe we should use bait to get the bitch to come to us." Jack suggested.

"No." Sam said.

"I meant me, not her." Jack told him.

"An even bigger no." Sam said.

"Why?" She asked.

"Do you like hospital rooms?" Sam asked her like she was an idiot or crazy, or both.

"Well you know the catheters do save time when I'm there." She joked.

"No bait. We'll catch this thing. We just have to be patient." Sam responded.

Jack's phone rang, the caller I.D. flashing Dean across the screen. The both dove for it but Sam won. He answered the phone using his height to keep it out of her reach.

"No fair, you big, tall freak." Jack pouted.

"Dean, what's going on?" Sam said ignoring her.

"I saw something over here, I'm coming back now. We need to get into this house when no one's here." Dean said into the phone leaving out the details of his discovery. It could be nothing or it could be something connected to their gig. They'd know when t hey got into that cellar.

"How are things there?" Dean asked.

"Same as last time you called." Sam answered

"Okay." Dean said cutting the line.

"Dean's on his way." Sam told Jack, handing her back her phone.

"He find something?" Jack asked eagerly.

"Yup, didn't tell me anything over the phone though.

Dean told them what he saw and that he wanted to get back there when the house was empty with some lock cutters.

"You have lock cutters?" Jack asked.

"Always be prepared." Dean said.

"Think she'll let us do a search or will we have to use something shiny to distract her?" Sam asked pointing to the sleeping Riley.

"Might, if we tell her we're checking for signs that it was at her house instead of telling her we think her family set her up to be a snack." Dean said rubbing a hand over his jaw.

"Sam you can go to sleep, I'll take over here." Dean said noticing how tired Sam looked.

"You sure?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, go." Dean said seeing that his brother was eyeing the door eager to try and get some much needed rest.

"Alright, be careful man. Night." Sam said.

"You should get some sleep too." Dean said to Jack once Sam was out the door.

"Thanks, mom." Jack said smiling tiredly. She checked the salt lines, the charms and Riley and was told forcefully by Dean to stop it and get some rest before finally laying down.

"Jack had rarely shared a bedroom with anyone before. She given a certain amount of freedom growing up and when she and Chris stayed at hotels, he usually got a place with adjoining rooms. And no lovers were around long enough for her to get used to sharing a room with them. She wasn't accustomed to having someone there at night, those times were her own.

Still Jack couldn't fight the small feeling of safety she got from having someone watch over her as she drifted off to sleep.

AN: This story was originally supposed to be five maybe sic chapters long, I don't know what happened. Its just too fun to write for hours on end, or maybe I just like the reviews ; ). Anyhow, I promise resolution, violence, angst and funniness soon. Is funniness even a word?