Her eyes slowly opened, and panic consumed her. It took her a few seconds to realize why she could only see out of one eye, her right eye was swollen shut, her cheek cut and bleeding, and a ringing was in her ears from her head being smashed against the hard floor when she fell.

"I'm going to give you one more time." Her head was snapped up by a grip on her hair, bringing her face to face with her abuser.

She gagged at the smell of rotten eggs. "Somebody should introduce you to a mint."

The man raised his hand, clenching them into a fist. "Where is Dean Winchester?" When Jaxson didn't answer, he grabbed her right arm, yanking her up off the floor.

Jaxson let out a blood curdling scream as there was a loup pop, then excruciating pain in her shoulder. Her feet peddled out in front of her as she was dragged from the kitchen, down the long hallway where the stairs were located.

She was pushed up the stairs and down the hall to where the bedroom was located. She stumbled into the room as she noticed a dark haired man sitting up in the bed. "Mark!"

Her attacker walked up to the dark haired man, grabbed his hair, yanking his head back as he placed a knife to the throat of Mark. "You don't want to talk? Fine. Maybe you need a little bit of persuasion."

Jaxson let out a scream as the man with the coal-black eyes slid the knife across her boyfriends throat, the warm, salty blood splashed onto her face.

Dorothy let out a sigh as she closed the last of the files, leaned back in her chair, and took off her glasses. She rubbed the bridge of her nose as she pushed up from her chair, grabbing the empty coffee mug that was sitting next to the computer.

It was past midnight and most of the patients were sound asleep, giving Dorothy a chance to take a much needed break. She walked down the hallway, her sneakers making noises along the tiled floor, to where the break room was located. She walked up to the coffee pot, slid it out of the warmer, and was about to pour some into her mug, when she heard a blood curdling scream.

The coffee instantly forgotten, Dorothy sat the mug on the counter as she hurried out of the room, and down the hallway. Having heard that scream almost every night, for the past two weeks, she knew which room she was going to.

The young woman was sitting up in the bed, her feet frantically kicking the sheets, her left arm was cuffed to the bed by white restraints, and her right in the sling. Strangled sobs filled the room as she tried to undo the cuffs.

"Jaxson." Dorothy slid shut the curtain as she approached the bed, hoping to calm the young woman down.

"Dean...Dean!" Jaxson screamed as she stared at the wall, her eyes glazed over, making the seasoned nurse know that she was still locked in the nightmare. 'Help me!"

Dorothy turned her head when she heard the curtain slid open, to see the young nurse that was on the nigh shifts with her. "Get me 5ccs of Lorazapam." She turned back to Jaxson, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Jaxson. Listen to me. It's just a dream. It's okay."

Jaxson let out another strangled moan as she turned to look at the nurse, her eyes shifted back into focus. "Help me..please." She tried to lift up her left hand, but stopped when the restraints prevented her from raising it any higher. "I...can't..breathe." Her breaths were coming faster and faster, making her light headed.

Dorothy walked over to the other side of the bed, grabbing the girls left hand, and untied the Velcro. "Okay, that's it...that's it.." She walked over to a machine next to Jaxson's bed, took the oxygen mask off the wall and placed it over Jaxson's mouth. Dorothy smoothed back the woman's blonde hair, soothing her. "Honey, do you want me to call them?"

Jaxson lifted her head, her eyes wide with fear, rapidly shaking her head back and forth. She moved the mask down. "No.."

"They can help you. They understand completely what you went through. Can I call them?"

Jaxson noticed movement in the room and moved her eyes over to the curtain, to see the nurse holding a syringe. "Y..yes."

Dorothy smiled as she patted the young woman's hand. "Okay. I will do that." She turned to the other nurse, taking the syringe from her hand. She slid Jaxson's hand up, sticking the syringe into the IV line. "Get some rest."

/**/
"Well hey Green Eyes. You showed."

She flashed Dean a smile as he strode over to the bar, his long, bow legs made no noise as he slid into one of the stools.

He gave her a smile, his nick name shining back at her. "Well, I couldn't pass up such a great opportunity, can I?"

She slid him a smile as she turned to grab the coffee pot, holding it up. "I get off in like ten minutes. Coffee?"

Dean picked up the mug, handing it to her. She filled it, looking into his eyes. "So..you have the pleasure of my name" She pointed to the name tag on her apron. "But I don't have the pleasure of yours."
Dean took a sip of the black liquid, setting the cup on the counter as he extended his hand. "Dean...Dean Winchester."

"Well..Dean...Dean Winchester, like I said, I get off in ten minutes." She winked at him than walked to where the kitchen was located, and began the preparations of ending her shift.

As Dean finished his coffee, he was instructed to wait by her black Ford that was parked across the street. Dean popped the collar of his jacket as he walked across the street, slowing down for a car that moved past him. He noticed a black older style Ford parked in front of the local drug store. The truck was lifted about four inches, looking as it had seen better days.

He walked along the truck to the back end where the Impala was parked. He leaned against the body of the car, stuffing his hands back into the pockets of his jacket. And waited. He was a stranger in this small town, and everyone knew it. As they walked past him they eyed him suspiciously, as if to see what harm he would do. He tried to smile at them, but they quickly ducked their heads and walked faster away from him.

/**/

"Sorry, Sammy, making a quick pit stop."

Sam looked up from the journal he had on his hands to see that Dean had pulled up in front of an auto body shop. "Where are we?"

"Just want to check on something." Dean reached for the door, turning to look at Sam who was once again nose deep in that journal. "Want to come?"

Sam shook his head, knowing this was his brother chasing ghosts. He stopped trying to push Dean into talking about all this, knowing his brother would eventually talk. "No. I'm gonna try and research to see if there have been any signs of demon activity around here."

Dean closed the door of the car as he walked up to the blue privacy fence, looking through the slats. A smile came to his face as he looked at the building that made up the studio apartment that was located above the garage.

Dean parked the Impala next to a chain link gate that was rolled half-way back. Jaxson drove the truck through the opening, as Dean followed behind in his car.

"This is some shop." Dean smiled as he shut the car door, admiring the various cars in different states of disrepair.

"Thanks! It used to be my great grandfather and he passed it down." She smiled at him as she opened the door, allowing Dean to step inside the small waiting area.

"Wait a second!" It took Dean a second to register what she had just told him. "This belongs to your family?"

"Told ya I knew the owner like the back of my hand." She winked at him as she stuffed her hands into the pocket of her apron. "It's my fathers. See I was supposed to be a boy, hence the name Jaxson. But as you can see, I ain't."

Damn straight Dean chuffed. As she walked him through the shop, giving him a tour, he couldn't help but notice the sway in her hips. Dean considered himself a tits and ass man, and damn, if she didn't have tits and ass.

"So, you wanna see the apartment?"

Dean moved his eyes off her ass as she turned to look at him. He smiled at her sheepishly looking down at the floor, knowing he had gotten caught looking at her.

When she opened the back door of the shop, a huge bundle of fur came charing at Dean, jumping up on his chest, making him stumble backwards.

"Maximus! Bad dog! Down!"

The beast with the name of Maximus jumped down from Deans chest, sitting on its haunches. It was the biggest black German Shepard Dean had ever seen.

Jaxson walked over, grabbing the dog by the collar. "I'm so sorry about that. He's the shops dog. He's really friendly but doesn't have a lick of manners." She opened the shop door, shoved the dog inside, quickly shutting the door. "Just around the corner."

Dean followed her around the building to where a set of metal stairs were placed against the back of the garage. He smiled at her as he extended his hand towards the stairs. "Ladies first.' He licked his lips as she walked up the stairs, her hips swaying back and forth. It was the most perfect, heart-shaped ass he had ever seen and he wanted to badly to put his hands on each cheeks, dying to know if they were as firm as they looked.

"So, it's a studio apartment." Jaxson turned from the door to see that once again, Dean had been checking out her ass.

Dean walked past her and into the small apartment. It was a large room that consisted of a kitchen with appliances, a small dining table up against the wall, and a queen sized bed on the other side of the room.

"So," Jaxson placed a hand on her hip was she watched him look around the room. 'You interested? You'd be opening the shop. Monday thru Friday, Eight to Six. I'll come in after my shifts."

Dean gave her a lopsided smile as he extended his hand. "Thanks."

She smiled as she tilted her head, looking up at him. 'You know how you can thank me? She chuckled as Dean felt his face grow hot, flustered that this woman got to him like she did. "How about a drive in that sweet ass car of yours."

"Excuse me sir, you lost?"

Dean was jolted out of the past as he turned to see a man in a dark suit standing at the door, keys dangling from his fingers. "Yeah," Dean moved away from the fence as he walked towards the man. He motioned to the red and white sign in the window. "This place is for lease?"

"Yes sir," The man extended his hand, "Norman Powell, Pine Grove Reality. You interested?"

"What happened to the owners?" Dean shoved his hands into the pocket of his coat as he peered through the filmy window.

"Oh...let's see." The man scratched the side of his jaw with his fingers, raking the scruff along his jaw. "Well..Dan Reynolds, died of a heart attack, oh say, Seven, Eight months ago. Seems the business had been in the red for several years. So when Mr. Reynolds died, well, there was a lot of money that was owed. Sad to say, his daughter was torn up about having to put it up for sell." The man held up his finger as he slid his hands inside the inner pocket of his jacket. He slid out a credit card sized metal box, flipping it open, and took a card from the top of the stack. "This is my name, cell phone number if your interested. Just went up for sale, but make me an offer.

Dean held up the card between his fingers as he raised his hand in a thank you. He watched the man get into a green Honda, then back to the building.

Dean felt sad as he looked at the building, knowing how much Jaxson loved this dump. In a perfect, normal world, Dean would have bought this place up in a heartbeat, just for her. But, sadly, it was not a normal, perfect, world. It was a world that just ended up in heart ache.