To say that Jaxson was smitten with Dean, was an under statement. When she had run into that diner, saw him sitting at that table, with that heart melting smile of his, she was hooked. Oh sure, he was a bad boy, with his faded, leather jacket too tight jeans and that confident smirk on his face, way out of her league. But he was so much different then the farm boys she was used to dating. No, he was a breath of fresh air.

So when she found herself asking him to take her out for a drive, she was shocked at herself. All her life, her father drilled it into her that you don't take kindly to strangers around these parts. She would always question him, but was also answered with a It's complicated speech.

What the hell am I doing? Jaxson thought as she slowly brushed her blonde hair. Against all the warnings her father had given her, she was still planning on meeting with Dean.

She sighed, sat the brush on the table and looked at her relection. The woman staring back at her was wearing a pair of denim shorts, brown cowboy boots and a grey tee shirt. She ran her finger over her bottom lip as she stared at herself, wondering if this was too much.

When she heard the deep rumbling of an engine, Jaxson ran to the window, and pulled back the yellow lace curtain. She felt her heart jam in her chest as she saw Dean getting out of the driver's side door, and then her heart sank. She saw her old lady neighbor get out of her rocking chair and approach Dean.

"Oh no." Jaxson whispered as she grabbed the denim jacket off the bed, open her front door, and took the porch steps two at a time.

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"Hey Mrs. Miller! It's okay, he's with me."

Ruby Miller turned as she heard the young woman's voice, frowning at her choice of clothing-or lack thereof- and turned back to Dean. "I do apologize for quizzing you like that. Been a rash of break ins around these parts." She reached out to grab Jaxson's arm when the woman walked past her. "Just a little word, dear?"

Jaxson looked over at Dean, giving him an apologetic grin. "I'll be just a minute. Wait for me by the car?" She watched Dean as he walked across the street, leaned up against his Impala, and crossed his arms. "Mrs. Miller.."

"Does your father know about him?" Mrs. Miller looked up at the young woman-the girl she looked upon as her own granddaughter. "What have we told you about strangers."

"Mrs. Miller, Ruby, trust me. He's pretty okay." She looked over at the black car to see Dean looking behind the car at the sunset. He seemed to sense she was looking at her, so he turned his head, giving her a smoldering gaze.

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"There is a reason we worry for you, Jaxson. Because of your mother.."

"Listen!" Jaxson raised her voice. "Do not bring my mother into this. Got it? Dean wanted a job, so I gave him one. That's it."

"Jaxson," Ruby sighed as she raised her hand.

"Save it Ruby. I'm tired of all of this. I'm tired of everyone protecting me from something I have no idea what about! You won't tell me anything!"

"Jaxson, there is a reason.."

"Ohhhh." Jaxson raised her hand, waving off the old woman. "Don't tell me there's a reason. Fuck it! I'm out of here."

She walked over to where Dean was leaning against the car, his hands tucked into the crook of his arms. "I'm sorry about that."

Dean could see the heartache, and anguish on Jaxson's face, which seemed to mirror his own at the moment. "Are you okay?" Dean lifted off the car, and opened the passenger door for her.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She went to slid into the seat, when she stopped to look at Dean, a smile ghosted on her lips.

Dean smiled back at her, his tongue snaked along his full bottom lip. He shut the door, walked around the car, and slid into the driver's seat. He took the keys out of his jacket, and went to put it in the ignition, when he looked over at her. "So, where too?"

Jaxson bit her lower lip as she looked at Ruby, who was sitting back in her rocking chair. She swiped a piece of hair behind her ear, then looked at Dean, feeling a jolt when she saw that he was staring at her legs "Thought we could grab some beer, some burgers and go to this fantastic little lake just a few hours up the road. You game?"

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Dean gave her a sly smile as he looked at the windshield, bringing the huge car to life. He had been caught looking at her again. But he could't help it, damn if she didn't look so hot in those shorts. Her legs were so long, and firm, he could only imagine what they would feel wrapped around his head.

"Uh yeah sure. Sounds good to me sweetheart."

Jaxson smiled as she leaned back into the leather seats. "So, show me what this baby can do."

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Her eyes blinked open, as she struggled to remember where she was, her mind still stuck in her dream. It had been the first time since her attack, that she hadn't dreamed about that night of torture. No, for the first time, she dreamed about him.

As her senses slowly came back into focus, she noticed that she was looking out the window, to see it was dark. The light above her head had been left on, letting her see her bed, and the privacy curtain behind her.

She felt her heart stop a few beats as she noticed the shillouette of a man standing just near the opening of the curtain. He was tall, and she could make out he was wearing a long coat of some kind.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling her stomach constrict with her fear. When she slowly turned her head to face her visitor, it was not the man she had seen in the window.

No, instead, she was looking at the man who had been responsible for her torture.

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When the elevator doors ringed open, Sam Winchester stepped out into the hallway, making his way to the nurses station. He was flying solo on this one, leaving his passed out brother at the motel. After a night of heaving drinking, Dean had stumbled into the motel room reeking of booze and cheap perfume. It was just as well, he wanted to gain Jaxson's trust.

"Excuse me," Sam reached the nurse's station to see an older woman with dark hair that was wrapped into a tight bun. Dark glasses were hanging on a chain, resting on her thin chest. "I'm Agent Sims. I was wondering if I could see a Mrs. Jaxson Reynolds."

The nurse picked up the glasses off her chest, pinching her lips tight together as she examined Sam's identification. "Kinda late for FBI isn't it?"

Sam smiled at her as he slid his badge back into the pocket of his grey suit jacket. "I came across a few questions I need to ask her."

"Mpmmhh." The nurse puffed as she slid open a drawer, taking out a clipboard. "Sign here." She handed Sam a pen, watched as he signed his name. "Wear this at all times." She handed him a badge.

"Thank you." Sam clipped the badge to the lapel of his jacket.

"Down this hall. First hallway you come to, turn right. She's in Room 205."

Sam gently tapped the desk as he thank her, then took the directions the nurse had given him. Being such a late hour, most of the patients were asleep in their rooms, and the hospital seemed eerie at this time of night, setting off alarm bells in Sam's mind.

Her door was open, but the yellow privacy curtain was pulled half-way shut, letting him only see the foot of her bed. He stepped around the curtain to see the small woman lying in the bed, her head turned away from him.

He was about to announce his arrival, when her head slowly turned towards him, letting Sam see her face. Despite the bruises, she was a very beautiful woman. It took a few seconds, but fear quickly came across her face.

Jaxson wanted to run, but as she went to move, she was quickly reminded of the restraints holding her in place. She watched as he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and for an instant she wondered if he was going to shoot her.

This was the man that was responsible for her torture, the man she was warned about, the man who was danger.

"Jaxson, I'm Agent..."

"No you're not." Jaxson whispered, feeling the rawness in her throat. "You're S..Sam Winchester."

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Sam took a deep breath as he looked at the floor, than at Jaxson, seeing how truly frightened she was, he couldn't blame her on that. What she had been through, no civillian should ever have to endure. And it was all because of him and his brother. "Do you know why we are here."

"I don't know anything." Jaxson felt the tears prick her eyes, so she turned back to the window, looking at his tall frame in the reflection. "But all I do know is, I have to get out of here." She was scared of Sam, but the thought of staying here any longer and seeing the horrors that she saw, was enough to seek his help. She turned back to look at him, her tears sliding down her cheeks. "Get me out of here Sam. Please. Help me."

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His green eyes slowly blinked open, and he let out a groan as he instantly felt the axe between his head. He hated tequila hang overs with a passion, but it was the fastest way he could get drunk.

After coming back from 40 years in hell, all Dean ever did was drink his nightmares away. When scotch no longer seemed to be doing the trick, he turned to other forms of booze.

He moved his legs off the bed, his hoots heavy on the wooden floor. He ran a hand through his thick hair, making it stick up, his hand raked over his beard, and finally noticed that someone was sitting on the bed, watching him.

He instantly reached for the pistol he kept under the pillow, only to notice who it was. "Dammit Cas. I told you that's creepy as hell when you do that." He moved his body towards the bathroom, feeling his stomach lurch. He had to get some grease into him and quick. He left the door open, walked over to the faucet and turned the handle. He took some cold water and splashed his face.

"I am sorry Dean, but there is an emergency."

Dean looked up from the sink to see himself in the mirror, noticing the dark circles under his eyes, and how bloodshot they were. "What kind of emergency?" He grabbed the small white towel and placed it to his face, wiping off the water.

"It is Sam. I am afraid he is at the hospital with Jaxson. And they are being watched."

"Son of a bitch!" With his hangover forgotten, he walked over to the table to see his car keys were gone. "Dammit Sammy." He reached into the back pocket of his jeans to take out his phone, ignoring the cocktail napkin that had fallen to the ground.

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"I can only buy you ten minutes, Sam." Dorothy turned from the curtain, shutting it behind her. "Milly will be doing her night rounds in 20 minutes and I need you two out of here before then." She walked over to the bed, unstrapping the restraints. She reached into the pocket of her scrubs, taking out a bottle. "This is some pain killers. I took it from the cabinet."

Jaxson turned her head from the woman, watching Sam as he approached her bedside. When he reached for her, she visibly flinched away from him.

Sam gave her a smile. "I"m sorry Jaxson. Do you need some help getting out of bed?"

Jaxson looked at his hand, then up at him, seeing the smile on his face. From what she was told about him, Jaxson had expected him to be cold, and callus, but he was far from that. No, instead, Sam seemed warm and kind, and he was not patronizing about it in anyway, he truly meant his sympathy.

She slowly reached out for his hand, allowing him to held her out of the bed. He slid a black hoodie around her right shoulder, and put her left arm into the sleeve.

"Stay behind me at all times, okay?"

Jaxson moved her long hair out of the lapel of the jacket, letting it drape over her shoulder. She followed Sam out to the hallway, where he paused in the doorway. He looked to his left, than to his right, choosing the latter as he led them down to the elevators

The hosptial was very quiet, no sign of movement anywhere, making Sam even more suspicious. He led Jaxson to the back of the hospital, where a door led them to the allway.

Parked under the amber street lights, the pain glistening with the light mist of rain, was a black car. Jaxson felt her heart pick up speed as she gazed upon the sexy car, remembering the many miles her and Dean drove her.

"We are going to take you to a family friend," Sam looked over at Jaxson, who had shrunk into the leather. "It's safe there."

Sam peeled out of the hospital and onto the main roadway, driving out of the city. When they were a few miles outside of Little Rock, Sam felt his phone vibrating in his jacket.

With one hand on the wheel, Sam reached into his jacket, taking out the phone. He cradled it between his shoulder and ear as he placed both hands back on the wheel.

"Dean!..yes!" Sam looked over at Jaxson. "I know, I can explain...we left Little Rock like an hour ago...Route 76..I don't know what marker...wait Dean!" Sam tossed the phone next to him as he looked over at Jaxson. "Jaxson.."

Hearing a pop, Jaxson turned her head to the backseat, letting otu a scream. It had been empty just a few seconds ago, but right before her eyes, Dean appeared, along with the man in the tan trench coat.

With a tortured moan coming from her lips, Jaxson's fingers moved along the door panel, trying to find the handle. She was so blind in her terror, that she failed to realize the car was speeding along the dark night.

"Jaxson! No!" Dean watched in horror as the door fell open, making Jaxson fall backwards. He flung himself over the bench seat, grabbing onto her left hand.

As Dean had her hand, Sam brought the car to a stop, the back tires fishtailing on the gravel shoulder.

"No! Let me go!" Jaxson screamed as she struggled out of Dean's powerful grip.

"Jaxson!" Dean grunted as he struggled to hold onto her. For such a petite woman, she was very strong. "Son of a bitch!" Dean felt his grip loosen, allowing Jaxson to fall out of the car.

When she landed on the dirt, she felt the instant pain in her ribs and shoulder. She could hear his boots cruching on the pavement, and she tried to move, but her body failed her.

"No.."

She felt herself being lifted up off the ground, strong arms holding her to him, his smell wrapping around her like a warm blanket. She moved her head backwards as she looked up a the dark, starry night. As Dean placed her in the backseat, finally letting the waves of unconscious pull her under the water.

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