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Sam swallowed hard. No one spoke or moved as Jack finished her story. She threw him for a loop, half the time Jack with held or only vaguely mentioned her past, now she' d been relentless about the details. He'd wanted to shut his ears out to the words at times. He reached a hand out to wipe away the moisture on his cheeks.

"I'm gonna kill him." Dean said going for the door. That snapped Jack and out of the lull and they both moved to stop him.

"You can't kill him." Jack said. She knew he'd do it too, or at least come close.

"Why the hell not?" Dean demanded, glowering at the door that stood between him and his intended victim.

"He's human." Sam reminded him. He didn't sound very convincing to himself either.

"Dean, please." Jack said looking down at her feet. Dean looked back at the door practically glaring a hole through it and mumbled a gruff 'okay' under his breath.

Dean walked to the farthest wall of the room, leaning against it with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Solemn and angry.

"Boston?" Sam asked aloud, he wondered how hard it would be to find someone in a city that big.

Jack shot him a look and went back to sit on the edge of her bed.

"Jack, I know you don't want to hear this." Sam said from where he stood watching her. "Its not your fault."

Jack clenched her fists, that's what He said when she first came clean.

"You were taken advantage of." Sam tried again to get some kind of reaction from her.

"Jack say something Damnit!" Sam yelled when the silence unnerved him too much. Dean and Jack looked at him, surprised at the outburst.

"Sam I made a bunch of stupid choices, there aren't excuses." Jack said.

"There are. Its simple, you were a kid, they took advantage. There's a reason that shits illegal." Dean exclaimed. "Age of consent and all that crap."

"Old enough to kill things and old enough to die." Jack said with paper thin nonchalance.

"You don't believe that shit either, so don't even start." Sam snapped.

"I don't expect empathy, I don't expect anything." Jack said with her old I-don't-care-I'll-manage-on-my-own exterior. Too bad her voice cracked as she said it. She looked up from the stained motel room carpet and her eyes had a hint of fear and distrust in them. It hurt Dean to see that directed at him and Sam. He had to fix this somehow.

"Jack, its okay." Dean said slowly. He pushed off the wall and came up behind Jack on her bed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders in a completely uncharacteristic show of affection. He held on till she stopped tensing and leaned back against him while he tried to tell her without words that it was alright.

Sam gawked at the scene. Dean was not the touchy-feely type. His form of a hug was a punch to the arm and tossing t he keys to you.

"Come to our room for a bit." Dean said, knowing this was not the time to let Jack be alone to withdraw inside herself. Jack nodded.

Hours had passed while she told her sordid story. It was so late that they were all exhausted. Jack walked between Sam and Dean into their room caught in her own thoughts.

Once inside Dean went straight to the bathroom for several minutes. Dean locked the door and sat on the toilet seat with his head in his hands equal parts angry and torn up inside. Fucking pedophile bastards, he kill them if he ever met up with any of them. He wondered how hard it would be to track down and bait one of the 'Johns' that had laid a hand on Jack, Sam would help if he hadn't mistaken the look in his eyes, especially when she got to the two that tried to-fuck it was better not go there. When Dean was able to compose himself he splashed cold water on his face and ran the towel roughly over his face.

Jack sat down at the table with Sam taking a seat next to her. He smiled a little trying to keep the hint of sadness out of his expression and failing miserably. Jack noticed a little redness to his eyes.

"You okay Sam?" She asked. Her throat hurt a little from talking so much, she needed something to drink.

Sam looked at her incredulous. She wanted to know if He was okay? After the story she just told them?

"I-I'm fine." He said.

"Here." Dean said coming from the bathroom with a paper cup filled with tap water. Jack drank it gratefully.

"Sam Raimi marathon on Scifi tonight." He said winking at her.

"Army of Darkness?" Sam asked.

"Of course." Dean said. He grabbed the remote and turned on the t.v.

Sam got up and flopped down on his bed and Jack pulled her chair to position it between the two beds so she could watch the movies.

Somewhere between "This is my boom stick…" and "Klatu, Verata, Niktu" Dean looked over and saw Jack had fallen asleep in her chair.

"Sam." Dean whispered across the room so she wouldn't wake up. Sam looked over, saw Jack sleeping and nodded. He got out of his bed, picked Jack up and placed her on the bed. She didn't stir.

"Just stay on your side of the bed dude and don't kick me with your Gigantor feet." Dean said scooting over to give Sam room.

"Ass." Sam said kicking off his sneakers and sitting back on Dean's bed.

"Bitch." Dean retorted.

"Hey, Dean?" Sam asked a few seconds later.

"Yeah?" Dean said taking his eyes off the t.v. to glance at Sam.

"Its going to be okay right?" Sam asked. Dean looked at him considering the question.

"Yeah, Sammy. Its going to be okay." Dean said.


"Please, please let me go." The young girl whimpered. Her hands were tied down to the chair and she was already bloody from head to tow.

He watched her with his eyes narrowed. In the light of single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling he saw the differences much more clearly than at the dark, little bus stop he'd picked found the girl hitching outside of. Another backpacker, on a break form school she'd said. Prime target. But no, in this light he saw too much of the differences. Her hair was too dark, much too brown, her skin had was tanned from days in the sun and now it was all dirty and caked with fried blood from the days he'd had her captive.

The thing that pissed him most though were the eyes. They looked right back there, he could have sworn they were right. No, they were hazelly green though, a hint of brown and even that wasn't the right brown. They weren't eyes that looked the color of dark, warmed over bourbon. Not the eyes of the person who should be in that chair.

"Please." She sobbed. "I won't tell anyone. I promise just please. I want to go home."

"I'm sorry but you can't." He said sympathetically. "You're going to help me."

"I don't want to fucking help you, you psycho!" She screeched between her choked weeping.

He reached for the machete hanging on a hook at his worktable. She looked at him with wide eyes, breathing in short gasps, shaking her head. Her eyes were wide with terror, she convulsed in horrified shivers.

He lifted his arm back and brought it down, decapitating her with a single swing. He wiped the blood off his face in mild annoyance, then picked up the severed head of the young woman. He reached for his duffel bag and stuffed inside with the other supplies for the ritual. He hadn't been planning on killing her early, but the ritual would work even if it was a bit rushed. He didn't want to wait another month to finish it, couldn't anyway with the cops snooping around and people finding his bodies. He had his fifth victim all picked out already.

He hummed a song to himself as he left the cabin to trek through the darkened woods. He didn't need a flashlight, his night vision was already getting better. A couple more days and it would complete. He'd be new.


When Sam woke up he glanced at the bed Jack had occupied to find it empty. He jumped up and shook his brother hard.

"Dude what?" Dean opened his eyes to glare at Sam for waking him from that great dream he'd been having about Angelina Jolie and-

"Jack's not here." Sam said. Dean looked at the empty bed and rolled out of bed with a sigh. Damage control time.

They walked into Jack's room without knocking. She was taking the runes off the windows and nudging aside the salt lines with her foot, cleaning house.

"What are you doing? I don't think the case is done." Dean said pursing his lips. It was too fucking early for this shit.

"Jack is this about last night?" Dean asked. Sam shot him an obvious look that Dean chose to ignore. Sam took a seat on Jack's bed, waiting for her to talk.

"You gonna talk, Sparks." Dean asked.

"I think I talked enough." Jack said.

"I don't." Dean replied.

"So now you know," Jack said after a beat of silence. "I'm fucked up. I tried to do the sharing is caring bit, but it scared him too much."

"You're not fucked up." Dean said with a quiet intensity.

"Yeah, I am Dean. I make you guys seem normal and well adjusted." Jack said bitterly. She crossed the room to where her things were and started to shove her clothes and weapons inside the bag.

"What are you doing?" Sam demanded jumping up from his perch on her bed. He'd been silent till then, studying the floor intently.

"Isn't it obvious, College Boy?" She sneered.

"Your not going anywhere." Sam said. Dean nodded in agreement and plucked the bag from her grasp.

"Don't you get it, Jack?" He demanded tossing the bag forcefully across the room.

"We're not going to reject for that shit. We're not going to leave you." Dean said shaking her by her shoulders. A stray tear made its way down Jack's cheek as she looked at him and Sam with a mixture of fear and hope.

"Your family." Sam said. Dean let go of her and stepped away, giving her enough room to slink past them and out the door if she chose to.

"I don't know…I didn't…" She broke off with a lump in her throat.

"We know Jackie Girl." Dean said. Sam gave her a reassuring smile.

"I don't know how you can want me here." She whispered in resignation and they knew she wasn't going to leave them.

Sam walked forward and enveloped her in a hug before she could pull away. Jack stiffened but let herself sink into her friend's warmth, letting herself believe that this wasn't how they'd part ways.

She pulled away and put on a ghost of usual cocky smirk.

"What are you gonna ask to braid my hair next Francis?" She asked rolling her eyes at him. He laughed and swatted her upside the head.

"Smartass." Dean said putting an arm around her in a half hug. He let go after a quick squeeze.

"Now lets find this thing and kill it." Dean said and like that things were okay.

Broken but alright, because they'd stared down the barrel of the gun and hadn't looked away.

TBC…..

AN: Okay, we're back in the present and things are going to get very interesting soon (even more so). Bad guys to stop and torture to get to and all that. Hope y'all enjoy.