With Jaxson secured in the back seat, Dean took over driving, ignoring the posted speed limit. Sam kept quiet, knowing his brother's mood. Since coming back from hell, Dean had grown moodier, with drawn, and drinking to near destruction. Since finding out what happened to Jaxson, it seemed to make the elder Winchester even more dangerous.

No. He did not want to be at the receiveing end of Dean's anger. No. Sam learned that mistake once, costing him six months of looking for his brother.

As the sun was peaking up over the hills, the tired travlers made it to Bobby Singer's house, a seasoned hunter that practially raised the two Winchester boys, becoming like an uncle to them. The old man was currently leaning up against the porch pillar, his arms crossed over his chest, and a coffee cup nestled in his hands. He lifted the blue ceramic mug to his lips, taking a sip-grimmacing at the cheap scotch he had put in the coffee- as the car made it's way through the maze of broken down cars.

Bobby turned his head when the screen door squeeked open, to see an older woman with brown hair, step out onto the porch. She dried her hands with a blue dish towel as she stood next to Bobby.

"I just made some fresh coffee."

Bobby sighed as he took off a tattered hat, scratched his thining hair, then placed it back on his head. "Gonna need something a little stronger than coffee."

Ellen Harvelle chuckled and patted Bobby on the back. "Got that covered." She sighed and placed her hands on her hips as she noticed Dean carrying an unconsciense woman in his arms. "What the hell have you boys gotten yourselves into this time?" She clucked her tongue as she pulled back the woman's hair to see the bruised face. "Go put her in the spare bedroom upstairs, then come on down to the kitchen. I'll make us some breakfast."

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"Are you serious right now?" Dean's green eyes flicked around the kitchen before settling on him, and Sam looked down at the shiny container in Dean's hands.

"What?" Sam made a sound as he slid back the chair, sitting next to Ellen. He grabbed his fork, and slid some eggs on to his plate.

"The sun's barely up, and you'r already spiking your drinks?" Dean splashed a little more whiskey into his coffee before slipping the flask back into the depths of his jacket, and he raised the cup to him in a mock toast before taking a sip.

"Okay boys," Ellen sat back in her chair lifting the mug to her lips. "Let's talk about that girl upstairs." She looked at Sam, who quickly glanced back down to his plate of untouched eggs, then to Dean who stood there drinking is spiked coffee. She could feel the tension between the two brothers, an angry cloud swirled between the two of them, most likley due to some unresolved issue.

"All we know is." Sam cleard his throat as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Under the glare of Ellen, he squirmed like a little kid caught swearing in Sunday School class. She had quickly fallen into the motherly role between the two Winchester brothers, so disappointing her upset Sam. "That she was attacked in her home. By Demons. We are pretty sure about it. But we have no clue as to why."

"Are you guys really that stupid?"Dean turned from the coffe pot,about to start on his third spiked up, the carafee in his hand, and Sam jumped back from the table as Bobby's harsh voice startled him. "Don't you realize why they attacked her?"

"Uh, yeah," Dean rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee.

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Bobby walked over to the table, setting down his mug, placing both his hands on the surface, leaned foward, and glared at Sam. "Becaues the devil is wanting you to wear you to the prom, don't you think he'd go to great lengths to get you to say yes?" Bobby then looked up at Dean, who was leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee. "And you being Michael's bitch. Wouldn't it make sense to go to extreme lengths to make you say yes?"

"Are you saying, Bobby," Sam shifted his eyes over to Dean, "That because he has a history with Jaxson, they are after her?" Sam snorted and glared at Dean. "With his history, wouldn't there be bodies all over?"

Dean let out a huff, but stayed quiet as he quietly drank his coffee. He hated to admit it, but his brother was right about one thing. Jaxson. Something about Jaxson was different than the other women he took to bed, but what was it? What was so special about her?

"So we know nothing," Dean said as he turned back around. Ellen's used to Dean being…well, a little rough around the edges. This Dean though, he's a bit on the edge. He did just come back from a Hell vacation, so she'll cut him some slack. For now.

"Not true. We know that demons are after her, so that's a step." Call her an optimist. Ellen let out a sigh as she leaned back in her chair, sharing her gaze between the two Winchesters.

"But we don't know why," Dean helpfully pointed out. The hunter wasn't making eye contact with anyone. It's either because he knows why demons are after this poor girl and the guilt is eating him up. Or he really doesn't have a clue and is worried. Ellen really hopes it's the latter.

Sam was getting ready to say something, his lips parted, when Ellen raised a finger. She thought she'd heard…there it was again. A quiet creak from upstairs.

"Looks like our guest is awake."

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Her hair was painfully yanked backwards, exposing the silky flesh of her throat, the bloody silver knife pressed against the skin. Tears slid down her cheeks as she looked over to the bed, the comforter stained red with her finance's blood, his body slumped half-way off the bed. Blood dripped down his arms, rested on his fingers for a second, before dripping onto the wooden floor.

The man holding the knife to her throat, glared down at her, his lips twisted up into an evil grin, his eyes black as coal. "Now. Are you going to tell me where Sam and Dean Winchester are? Hmm? Or should I keep killing off the ones you love?" He leaned into her ear, his breath reeking of rottten eggs, the acicid odor making her eyes burn. "I know you're little secret. Give me what i want, or I'll blow it wide open."

Jaxson came awake instantly, but she laid completley still. The dream still fresh in her mind. And something else.

She was in pain. Her entire body hurt, from her shoulder down to her ankles. Her last memory was running, but running from what? She had been sitting in the passenger seat of the two men appeared in the backseat, and when she saw the man in the tan trench coat, she freaked. Someone had chased her when she jumped out of the car, fighting, and then nothing. Her palms slid across the sufrace under her. She's on a bed, and not in the car. Her eyes slowly opened as she sat up, and looked down at her body. She's still dressed in the hospital gown, and her right arm is still in the black sling.

The room she was in looked like a normal bedroom, except for all the symbols. White symbols were painted on the walls and floor, and there were a few that were a rusty red color. Like the color of dried blood. Her eyes kept tracking over the many symbols, and she felt fear settle in her stomach.

Her eyes scaned the tiny bedroom, trying to find some kind of weapon. She noticed the iron bars on the window, with something white at the base. Nothing in her room was going to help her defend herself. She noticed the chair in the corner of the room, and sitting on top, were some clothes.

With stiff muscles, she slowly sat up from the bed, her left arm cradling her right, pain zipping along her body, and swung her legs to the floor.

The floorboards creaked quietly under her weight, and she held completely still for a moment. When she didn't hear anything else, she slowly started walking towards the chair, notcing something behind it, leaning up against the wall. Her luck had changed. It was a bat. She gripped the wooden club in her left hand, testing out a swing. It felt awkward, but it would have to sat the bat back against the chair, as she grabbed the jeans and shirt that were left for her, quickly changing.

SHe wasn't sure what her plan was, but anything was better than being around those men again.

She was almost to the door when the knob turned, and she could hear voices from the other side of the door.

"Let me go first, guys. You three will probably just give her a heart—Whoa!" The woman that was speaking managed to duck just in time, and Jaxson raised the pipe for a second swing. The men from the car started forward, but the unknown woman raised her arms to hold them back.

"Let me go!" The woman looked at her with soft brown eyes, but Jaxson wasn't going to fall for her so called 's not going to let this woman try to comfort her just so the others could scarifice her in some weird ritual.

"I know this sounds crazy, but you're here so we can help you." The woman had a soft voice, comforting, but Jaxson can feel her heart pounding in her chest. She's not going to be comforted by some crazy woman's soft voice.

"Why would devil worshippers want to help me?" She tightened her hold on the pipe as the woman looked back at the guys,seeing the tall man that had rescued her from the looked around the room, and Mikalea watched as recognition showed on her face.

"Okay," Ellen smiled at the young woman, seeing the fear in her blue eyes, "I know this looks bad, but these symbols," She mointed with her finger around the room, "Acutally keep the bad guys away. See the one?" Sh epointed up at the ceiling. "The big one that takes up the whole ceiling? That one traps demons. Like the men who hurt you."

Jaxson felt her hand trembling, the bat shaking in her hands. "They were just..men." Jaxson heard herself say. She felt her knees turn to jelly, her vision became tunnled as she swayed, struggling to stay up-right.

"They were, before they were possessed." Ellen stuck her hand back as Dean started into the room, and she shook her head at him. "They aren't going to be the last one to come after you." Ellen took a step into the room, stopping when the young woman raised the bat again. "We are here to help you."

Jaxson noticed movement behind the woman, and that's when she noticed Dean.

She took a studdering breath as his green eyes swept along her body, seeing the frown on his face as he once again looke at the bruises along her cheeks, and both eyes.

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Being under the stare of Dean Winchester, made Jaxson's stomach lurch just a little, threating her to dry heave on the floor. That's when she realized how weak she felt, how thristy, and how faminshed. Since waking from the dream, adreninale had forced her body into action. Now, seeing Dean, she felt it slowly fading from her body.

The bat dropped to her hands as she stumbled forward, her knees finally buckling, pitching her to the floor.

Dean had only been a few inches from her when Jaxson's knees buckled, sending her to the floor. He fell to his knees as he caught her body, cradling her up against his chest. He swept his arms under her legs, lifting her up off the floor.

Jaxson lifted up her head, angling up to look at Dean, truly forgetting how handsome this man really was. "Dean.."

Dean slid Jaxson back onto the bed, grabbed a pillow on the other side of the bed, and slid her right arm onto it. "Ssh, let's get you some rest, okay?" He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the glass of water. He reached into the inner lining of his jacket, taking out the small pill bottle. "These will help."

Jaxson lifted her head as Dean placed the glass to her lips, the water cool and refreshing on her raw throat. She placed the pill on her tongue, swallowing, praying that she could keep it down. The instant she had jumped out of bed, the nasuaes had overcome her.

There was so much she wanted to ask Dean, but it all left her as she lay her head on the pillow, feeling the exhaustion overcome her small body.

Dean slid the chair over to the bed, glanced over at Ellen who gave him a smile before she urged Sam and Bobby from the room. He turned back to the bed, seeing the woman lying under the sheets. From the soft glow of the lamp, her bruises could hardly been seen, and Dean finally saw the face he had grown to love so many years ago.