Disclaimer: I own only Jack, that's all.

AN1: Okay I've a little out of whack for the last couple of days(really the last two chapters should have been one long one, but whatever) but things are going to start coming along now. On with the show…..

It was when they got to the second place marked on the map that Sam noticed the shape forming. It was so subtle that unless you were looking for more than just the dumping ground of a serial killer(which they were) you would have missed it.

"You guys wait a second." Sam said as he studied the map that Jack was holding, over her shoulder. He reached down and plucked the map form her and pulled a marker from his pocket.

"What?" She asked looking from the yellow taped off area twenty yards ahead to him.

"I just noticed something." Sam said pressing the map against a tree so he could trace over it. He played connect the dots with the map till he got half of a newly familiar symbol.

"Wasn't that carved on the legs they found?" He asked Jack. She nodded.

"And the torso." Dean put in looking at the map.

"Have you gotten a call back from Bobby about the symbol?" Sam asked Dean.

"Nope, I had to leave him a message, I think he's on a job." Dean said.

"Its not done yet." Jack pointed out. She nudged Sam out of the way so she could measure her fingers across the lines.

"Same distance between each body" Dean said grimly.

"Whoever or whatever's doing this isn't done yet." Sam said. "Two more bodies at least would finish the shape."

"When's the next full moon?" Jack asked.

"Starts in two days." Dean said. "We came to town just in time."

They continued on to the cordoned off piece of woodland, searching for anything the killer might have left behind, the kinds of things cops wouldn't look for. As with the first place they searched the faint smell of incense and something earthy clung to the place. It was easy to miss, they were in a damned forest, everything smelled earthy. A shallow circle was cut into the ground where the smell was most prominent as well.

"Ritual sacrifice. I guess its a 'whoever' than" Sam sighed looking at the ground.

"A sacrifice for what though?" Jack asked biting her lip in irritation. This was getting more and more fucked up.

"You notice none of the victims were locals?" Dean asked taking a deep drink from a water bottle. They'd been traipsing through the forest for hours, each crime scene begin a couple miles apart. Just for t hat he wanted to kick someone's ass.

"All out of towners, all alone. All people no one would miss for awhile, if at all." Dean continued thinking back to the files on the victims the cops had been able to identify.

"Think its a local?" Sam asked.

"What do you think Jack?" Dean asked instead of a answering. She kicked at a piece of brush on the ground.

"Yeah." She told them grimly.

"Right, well" Dean took another swig. "I think its time we introduced ourselves to the neighborhood.

The first stop was the home of the teenagers that found the first body. They were cousins who lived next door to each other, named Alan and James. Jack knew that without looking at the file. They lived right across the street from Brian.

"I'm gonna do a door to door on this side of the street." Jack told the boys as they parked across from t he cousin's house, only a few feet from his house.

"What'll you say?" Sam asked.

"That I'm a university student writing an article in the school paper." Jack said pulling her fake student I.D. from under her t-shirt and dangling it in front of him.

"Its not after dark, so don't go momma bearing me either." She told Dean sticking her tongue out at him.

"Do I ruin your fun?" Dean asked feigning hurt.

"Yes." Sam and Jack answered at the same time.

"Yeah well, eyes open okay? No telling which one of these is our nut job." Dean said. "Sam you should start a door to door over here, we'll meet up here." Jack tried not to look relieved that Dean had pointed Sam away from her side of street.

They got out of the car, heading in opposite directions. Jack walked up Brian's steps, his car was in the driveway, he just got home from work, if he was keeping the same schedule as before. Jack didn't bother knocking, he wouldn't open the door for her. Instead she felt around the top of the door frame where she knew he kept a spare key and let herself in. She closed the door soundlessly behind her, walking into the empty living room. She heard the shower going upstairs and decided to make herself comfortable on his couch.

Jack closed her eyes and thought of the brief good times there and that very room. Back when she was feeling something that wasn't fear or anger for the first time in a long time.

"I get the feeling," Brian said lying in bed with her one night. "I get the feeling sometimes that you're dangerous."

"What?" Jack asked not letting on the tingle of nervousness at his words. She sat up on her elbows and turned her head to look at him.

"Just sometimes I get the feeling you are." He shrugged moving a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"Maybe I am." Jack said lowering her eyelids She moved to straddle his waist pushing him back into the pillows.

"Oh yeah?" He asked. Jack nodded.

"Is that why you never stay the night? You have a secret double life you have to get to?" He asked jokingly with a hint of a serious question there. Jack looked down at him and suddenly thought that maybe she could tell him the truth. Maybe she could tell him everything.

A door closed upstairs. Jack sat straighter and fingered the knife up the long flannel shirt she wore over her t-shirt. She didn't think she'd have to use it but the two of them had had a less than pleasant split.

"Long time no see." She said when Brian came around the corner. He jumped when he saw her there, his brown eyes widening. He reached over to turn on the light switch, illuminating the room a little bit more. His dark brown hair was damp and clinging to his forehead. He stood a little taller than her, it was hard to believe he and Sam were the same age, Sam just seemed so much bigger and tougher than the man Jack was standing in front of.

And, she thought as Brian edged cautiously into the room glaring at her, Sam wouldn't have laid a finger at her at the age of sixteen.

"How'd you get in here?" Brian demanded.

"Key." Jack said, "You should change the hiding place."

"Outgrowing B&E?" He asked.

"Its broad daylight." Jack said.

"What are you doing here Jack? Somehow I don't think its to get back together." Brian said standing across the couch from her. Jack snorted.

"A few bodies have been found around here." Jack said getting down to business. "We came here to check it out before anyone else got hurt or killed."

"We?" Brian asked.

"Yeah, we." Jack said.

"The local occult scene, what do you know about it?" Jack asked.

"What local occult scene. You're the local occult scene." Brian told her.

"Funny. Someone's working shit here, Brian. You know everyone in this place, who do you think might be doing it? Who's been acting suspicious." Jack asked keeping her cool.

"Do your new friends know about you?" Brian asked.

"That's none of your fucking business." She snapped getting to her feet. He stumbled back a step. Smart man.

"You've got a lot of nerve coming into my house and interrogating me." Brian said. "Why do you care anyway? I thought you avoided the supernatural."

"New line of work." Jack said smugly.

"Old one not as lucrative anymore. I doubt that." Brian retorted. Jack gritted her teeth. She'd walked right into that one.

"Shut the hell up." She hissed. She was glad she came here alone, she didn't want Sam or Dean to hear this little exchange. Too many holes would need to be filled. Her phone rang but she ignored it for the time being.

"Or what you'll hurt me?" Brian asked.

"You wanna do this? Fine." Jack said. "You wanted to know. You asked me where'd I'd been. Remember that?"

"I should have known, you wouldn't be able to handle it." She said scornfully. Jack tossed the spare key down on the coffee table. She crossed the living room to the front door.

"I guess you small town types scare easily." Jack said in parting as she opened the front door.

Sam was walking up the walkway when she came down the steps, Dean coming in from the other side. Either they had some uncooperative neighbors or they'd found something important. She really hoped it was the latter. The door opened loudly behind her and she sped up reaching Sam.

"It wasn't the supernatural stuff that bothered me Jack." Brian called making Dean stop in his tracks and Sam look sharply at her.

"It was finding out you were a fifty dollar a suck whore that did it." Brian said loudly freezing Jack in her tracks.

Everything slowed down. Everything narrowed down to those words. Said in the harsh light of day. She could feel Sam looking at her but she wouldn't look at him, she couldn't look at him. Her heart sounded very loud in her ears.

"Jack?" Sam said softly and his hand brushed her arm.

She jerked away and ran.

"So what's the going rate these days-" She heard Brian start to ask but he was cut off and there was a loud slamming sound she didn't bother to look back to investigate.

Jack ran fast and quiet, cutting through yards in case she was being followed by the boys. She moved and ducked past houses full of kids who'd never had to get down on their knees so they could eat.

"So what's the going rate these day-" Dean slammed the man by his throat against his front door, holding him off the ground so his feet dangled off the ground. His free hand automatically went to the gun under his shirt.

"Dean!" Sam snapped out of his shocked state and ran up the porch. He grabbed Dean by the arm pinning the man to the wall, trying in vain to wrest Dean away before he killed the stranger.

"Dean we have to find Jack now." Sam strained to get through to Dean. His brother's hand tightened cutting off the man's oxygen even more before he let go. The man fell down hard, coughing, gasping for air. Dean's hard green eyes darkened like he was going to kill him and as Sam looked down on the guy who'd just called their Jack a whore he wanted to let him.

"Jack ran off." Dean made it a statement not a question.

"Yeah we have to find her." Sam said, his hands still on Dean's shoulders, holding him back. He dropped them and Dean nodded starting down the steps towards the car. Sam was about to join them when-

"I'm calling the cops on you and that little slut." The man rasped glaring hatefully at Dean's retreating back.

Sam snapped around, smashing his fist into the man's face as he was trying to stand again. His head made a satisfying crack against the wall. Sam drew his fist back again when Dean beeped the horn angrily.

"I don't know who you are or what you know think you know about Jack, but if you come near her again or even say her name nothing will keep you safe from me and my brother." Sam whispered menacingly close to the man's ear. He turned his back on him without another word. He yanked the door open and took his seat, barley getting the door closed before Dean gunned it out of there.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked when he noticed the direction they were driving in-back to the motel.

"You think she went back to the rooms?" Sam asked doubtfully.

"No I think if Jack doesn't want to be found she won't be." Dean said. The yet went unspoken. "But I know she won't disappear without the letters, or the pictures of her family. She'll go back for those first."

Sam nodded seeing the logic in that.

"So here's what we're going to do. I'll drop you off at the motel and you'll wait in her room."

"And do what? Hide in the closet and trap her there?" Sam asked dubious that that would work.

"Yeah, you'll hide in the closet, in the bathroom or under the damn bed if you have to Sammy." Dean ordered raising his voice.

"I'll stash the car somewhere and walk back. So when she does come back she'll think we're still out looking for her." Dean said.

"Then what?" Sam asked.

"Then we'll tie her to a fucking chair if we have to, to make her tell us what the hell that was all about back there." Dean said in determination.

Sam was quiet, studying his older brother. His mind raced with the implications the man had thrown out, the look of horror and shame on Jack's face. The quickness of her breathing before she took off. Dean was right, if Jack wanted to disappear she could. At least for a little while until Sam and Dean found her and dragged her ass back to them. If this was the plan, Sam trusted that it would work, because Dean thought the way Jack did and Sam was starting to as well.

He looked out the passenger side window letting his worry take over. If it was true? If what the man said was true about Jack-? Sam shook his head trying to will away the fury and anguish at the thought of someone he cared about being victimized. It was too much for him to wrap his head around. Innocence was a luxury none of them had but this was a while different monster from the ones they faced everyday of the week. He couldn't shoot this to keep it form hurting her.

'Please come back.' Sam thought. He looked at his brother, who had a death grip on the steering wheel. The internal conflict was visible in his eyes. Sam wanted to say something. He wished he could say that it would be okay, but he didn't know that would. He wanted to say that the asshole was obviously full of shit but somehow he knew that wasn't accurate either. So neither man spoke, each caught in their own thoughts and worires.

'You better come back.' Dean was thinking catching glimpses in his minds eye of Jack's cock sure grin and flashing brown eyes.

It hurt in a fundamental way to know this truth. He knew it, somewhere he thought he always suspected something along these lines. Maybe from the day they met when Sam grabbed her arm and her first instinct was to put a gun to his head. She didn't like to be touched by strangers, that was easy to overlook, he didn't either and neither did Sam, it was the stigma of violence. A natural reaction for them.

Dean sped up, he didn't to lose this small window of opportunity. Something was breaking in Jack and he was determined to fix it as best he could.

TBC…..

AN2: This particular story had been in my head from the start of m Hunters series, so its very close to my heart. Sam's musings in this part are longer than Dean's because Dean is a very 'Okay this is how it is we'll deal with it' sort of person. He only knows that someone he cares about is busted up inside and he needs to fix it and that's all he needs to know. Sam needs more information otherwise he'll speculate till his ears bleed. Okay the author is done rambling now. Thanks for reading this edition od Hunters: BMR. Reviews are like chocolate, an addiction for me.