I take a quick shower and pack my things. I throw on my favorite ripped jeans, an AC/DC T-shirt and my lace up combat boots. I throw my hair in a high pony tail and put on some eyeliner. No need to dress up for them. I get to the motel about 40 minutes later and knock on their door.
"Yea!" I hear Dean holler "Come in."
I open the cracked door and walk in. I see Sam sitting at the table on the laptop, wearing the same thing he was wearing before. Dean walks out of the bathroom in just his jeans. His abs can make any woman melt, even the ones who don't like hunters like myself.
"Oh come on Mr. flabby, put on a shirt and let's go" I joke with him.
He looks down at his chest and back up to me with a hurt expression then laughs "2 minutes." And he walks back into the bathroom.
I take a seat across from Sam and just look at him. I finally speak up "you coming with us this time or what?"
"Yea, I'll be there." He says not taking his eyes away from the laptop when he answers me.
"Can you not be an annoying big brother tonight?" I ask another question.
"I don't know what you're talking about" he peaks up to me, his eyes glimmering. He knows damn well what I'm talking about.
Dean walks back out "let's go" he grabs his leather jacket and opens the door. We take his car and I sit in the back seat. It only takes a few minutes to get there and we go inside as the rain begins to fall. We walk over and stand around a high top table. Dean eyes the hottest bartender in the room and nods his head at her. She instantly comes over. He orders a round of beers and shots. She walks away with a bounce in her step and a smile on her face. After 2 rounds of beer and 3 shots later, I'm feeling the booze run through me and letting lose a little bit.
"What took you so long to figure this case out anyway?" I ask them sipping my drink.
"Well, if someone didn't take all the evidence from the police station, we might've figured it out sooner" Sam sips his beer after quipping back to me.
"Seriously Jacks, you've got to stop doing that!" Dean sips his with a smile.
I sip mine, "whatever you guys, you're just mad I beat ya too it!"
"We saved your ass!" Dean retuned laughing
I glare back hard at him then his brother "I had it under control"
"Like that time in Nevada?" Sam mentions. He always likes to bring up that incident. I roll my eyes at him and finish my beer, not giving him a real response.
"I'll get another round!" Dean tells us walking towards the bar.
Sam and I stand there, silently. I'm suddenly aware of the awkward height difference between us. I stand at a solid 5'8. But his tall frame can make any one under 6'1 feel short.
"Jackie, you really shouldn't be hunting alone." Sam says leaning down on the table, an elbow resting on it.
"Here we go again" I moan out annoyed.
"It's not safe for you! Dean and I have our run ins. What are you gonna do when you can't get away from something?" He asks.
"Well, it'll have been a good run" I shrug, not knowing the real answer. He gives me a look, waiting for more "hopefully it won't come to that. Look, Sam, we've been through this before. I'm gonna hunt, and it's just better if I hunt alone. Less people get hurt that way."
Dean drops 3 more beers on the table "get hurt what way?" He asks.
"Nothing" is all I say giving Sam a look to drop it. He shrugs and drinks the new beer his brother brought back.
