A/N= Thank you again for reading. There is a note at the bottom awaiting you once you are done with this chapter.

Revised 4/7/15

Jen's POV

The engine of the Impala cutting off and the door opening woke me from sleep. Dean jumped out of the front seat and started pumping gas. It had been two days since we left Dodgeville and all we had done was drive around northern Wisconsin and into Minnesota, trying to get ahold of a hunt, but nothing was turning up. It had been a lot of quiet miles with a ton of research that hadn't given us anything. Sam turned to the back, "You want anything from inside?"

I shook my head, "I am going to get out anyway, I have been sitting way too long."

I walked into the station to grab a coffee and a Reese's, my favorite. Well, I don't really like chocolate, but I freaking love peanut butter. While I paid with cash I saw Sam talking with Dean, he was frustrated, animated. I knew Dean asking me to come along had put tension between them. As I walked out Sam ended the conversation, and confirmed what I had thought, they had indeed been talking about me. Dean rolled his eyes, "We are going to stop at the next motel and hit up a local bar, we could all use a shower and a good nights sleep."

I nodded, sipping my coffee, "Sounds good to me."

We drove for a good sixty miles before we hit another motel. Though they hadn't spoken much the last two days, and these next miles were covered in total and complete silence. It kinda sucked and was really awkward. The place we pulled into was shabby like all the other motels I had stayed in, straight out of the 70s and not updated since probably about the same time. I hopped out of the car as soon as the Impala stopped, "I got this."

I walked up to the office and the man behind the desk greeted me, "Hi there, what can I do for you?"

"Two rooms please. One night for now"

He gave me the price and I handed him a credit card with God knows whose name. He nodded as he swiped the card, "Thank you ma'am."

I headed back out to the car and tossed Sam one set of the keys and grabbed my bag out of the trunk. I was frustrated and tired, all I wanted was a shower. More than that; I was done with Sam's pissy mood. Dean yelled after me as I headed off, "We are heading out around seven. A.I.S"

"Okay."

By 6:30 I had my shower, was ready to go, and had marathoned way too many Law & Order episodes on USA. Checking my phone I figured I could head over to their room. They had had plenty of time to cool off and settle down. I slipped on my heeled boots with short tops and checked in the mirror a final time. The clothes I wore were the perfect amount of revealing. Skinny jeans that were skin-tight and a shirt that accented curves without showing too much. The make-up was flawless and simple. I had done this way too many times, after all hunting didn't pay well. Not paying for my drinks while hustling pool, darts, and poker made my life a shit ton easier. Men missed a lot when they were looking else-where.

Dean was done with Sam's pissy attitude, he had been being a little bitch all afternoon. Sammy would never understand that Dad's orders needed followed, even if the order was cryptic. And as soon as Sam quit he would start-up the same argument again, "I don't understand the blind faith you have in the man, Dean."

"That's enough Sam, Dad gave me an order and we are following it."

"To what? Bring along a girl, a hunter, that we have never met. Just because she says that she knows Dad?"

"Yes!"

"Then why won't you show me that piece of paper, Dean? What is so secret about it?"

"Because it was for me, if it had been for you Dad would have told Jen to give it to you."

"What the hell man, are you that hard up for tail that you use that letter as an excuse to bring a stranger along?"

Dean's voice raised, he was done with this, "Dammit Sam that's enough. That is not what this is about. If anyone other than Dad had given this to us, you would have given two shits less, and you know it."

There was a pause, Sam knew he had crossed the line. Dean never disobeyed Dad, ever. He watched Dean chew the inside of his cheek, he was pissed, and had had enough, "Sorry man."

Dean exhaled and snorted, "No chickflick moments."

A knock on the door startled them both, Dean reached for his gun at first, but then he saw the time, "She's early, but I guess it's time to go."

He opened the door and did a double take, 'holy hell' was all he could think to himself. He had noticed that Jen had this girl next door thing about her, but this was different. She was, well, kinda sexy. Jen looked him up and down and smirked, "Are we going to go or are you going to stand there all day like an idiot?"

Dean shook himself out of his small daydream, "Yeah we are going, Sammy! Let's go!"

They piled into the Impala, heading for the nearest bar. Dean watched her through the rearview mirror, "Sam and me usually pull a lot of cash at these bars in the middle of nowhere. Hustling poker and pool mostly. This isn't social hour. This is work so that we can work."

"I'm disappointed in you, Dean. You think I would dress like this just to sit at a bar? Apparently you have never hustled a bar with a woman or been a totally asshole before." She giggled and smiled knowingly. Sam laughed, Dean raised his eyebrows, confused, "What am I missing?"

Sam turned, "She plays them. Flirts, probably fairly innocently at first and then the more they drink more aggressively. Then she takes her, well take, and then walks away. Am I right?"

Jen nodded, "Basically."

"So let me get this straight," Dean looked back at her, "while your playing tonsil hockey and dry humping outside the bathroom, you take the poor guy's wallet and he doesn't even get to third? That's cold. You work all night to get one wallet?"

"It's a science, I can get more than one usually, plus hustle some darts or pool. It doesn't work with just anyone. You have to pick a guy that keeps cash on hand that you can get drunk quick, and then send home. It is easiest with guys that think they are all that or guys that aren't used to getting attention, that are shy. The only problem is if the bartender is watching and decides to be an asshole. And before you judge, I don't do it to just anyone."

A few hours after arriving at the bar Dean had scored a few hundred bucks at pool and Sam was just talking to locals, playing along with Dean, telling him to slow down on the drinking. They both knew very well that Dean could drink the entire bar and not be as shit faced as some of these people where by ten o'clock. Dean kept looking over at Jen. She had fumbled around the bar for the first few hours, talking, laughing and drinking until she had one and sat next to this asshole that had been loud all damn night, and had bought her a few. They had been doing shots for awhile now. Dean just shook his head and continued to play pool.

Thirty minutes later Dean headed to take a piss and walked down the little hall, that guy had Jen shoved up against the wall on his way in, pushing her upwards. The guy was wasted, groping her in all the wrong places and just plain downright clumsy with her. It kind of pissed him off, he had only known Jen for a few days, but he knew she deserved better than that. On the way out they bumped into him as they headed into the bathroom.

"Sam, I think you were wrong about one thing. She sure as hell lets them get past second base." Just as he said that Jen came running out of the hall, flustered and right to the bartender. Sam could just get snippets of what they were talking about, "I don't know what happened, he just passed out."

The bartender headed back the dank little hall.

I picked the guy out before I even made it into the bar. Parked in the lot was a brand new Challenger, as we passed it I noticed how impeccable the front seat was, but the tell-tale bachelor backseat, junk strewn around. So, obsessed about appearances but doesn't have someone around to keep him clean. The Challenger was tricked out, so money was obvious. Probably late twenties more likely early thirties. That age and single, annoying person, probably huge ego, womanizer. I smelt huge compensation. I shouldn't have to work too hard. Beautiful.

We walked in, the boys headed straight to a table and ordered some drinks, I looked everyone up and down, analyzing, looking for my guy. The bartender was already drinking with the customers, there were a variety of people, no one would remember us. Dean walked back from the bar with an extra drink which he handed to me. I laughed, "We doing shots already?"

"Gotta keep up appearances."

I downed my drink. I could tell that after two days on the road he was still sizing me up. And now he was judging how I made money. It was easier than hustling games. A girl beating a guy really pissed some men off, they automatically thought you were cheating. And even though technically I was misleading them, I always won fair and square. They usually ended with some jerk getting his ass beat and my ass getting thrown out of the bar. Then me having to ditch town before I even had enough for gas and food, "Alright Dean, enough play, time to get to work."

I walked up to the bar and struck up a few conversations with the locals. For the most part they were all nice, hard-working people. I had also found my guy. He was loud, way too immaculate, spent too much time on his hair, definitely compensating. But expensive cloths and watch. I kept a conversation going with a couple of women in their mid-thirties who were definitely here just to drink and get picked up. Unfortunately for them, they left their purses a little too far open.

The bar was three sides of a rectangle and he was sitting about halfway down the long side, talking louder than necessary. When he talked to people he acted bigger, tried to pillar over them, with the women sitting near him he would invade their space. Dominant personality, definitely egotistical. At this point he was just confirming that he needed to be taken down a few pegs. He raised his head and looked my way, as I had been watching him it wasn't hard to do the awkward look back down and smile. I looked back up under my lashes. He smirked and looked like a predator that had just gotten a whiff of its next meal. Internally I rolled my eyes, some men just made this way too easy. The bartender came over, "This drink is from the guy down the bar."

"Thanks"

"For what its worth, you should stay away from him. He can be a real ass. We have had trouble with him before."

I nodded and gave him a small smile, "I will keep that in mind."

I looked down the bar at him as I took the first sip of the drink. He winked at me and I tried my best to look embarrassed and shy. Turning my head down again. The drink was disgustingly sweet. Hard liquor and beer were definitely more my speed but I had to keep up the act while in the bar. As long as he thought he could take advantage of me, this would work. About five minutes later and most of the drink gone I moved next to him at the bar,"Thank you for the drink."

He looked me up and down, and I did the same now that I was closer. My short frame in heels didn't even make it to his shoulders, the guy was flat-out huge. With his persona this could put a speed bump in my night, but I could handle myself.

"No problem baby," he steered me to the seat next to him, "How about the next one you have right here."

The next couple hours were filled with bad conversation and sexual innuendos. I can't believe guys actually think this shit works, and even worse, I can't believe women let them. I had been right, the car was his and he wouldn't shut up about it. To me newer muscle cars are just pieces of shit, yeah they have good motors and have newer tech in them but there is nothing like the rumble of an old engine and the way that they drive. The guy was relentless in hitting on me and had no shame. And the more he drank the more he grabbed me. As always, it was difficult to stay calm with someone in my space and I felt nauseous . I did not like people touching me. I was uncomfortable, edgy and he made my skin crawl the more that he talked and the more that he grabbed.

I continued to drink with him to keep up appearances. These people had no idea how to really drink. Eventually I started to hear and see what I wanted. His words began to slur and he was becoming progressively irritable with the men around him, especially when they would look at me. His hand would not stop grabbing my ass when I stood and my thigh when I sat.

I stood up and hissed in his ear, "Let's go."

I guided him back to the hall with the bathrooms, as I turned he slammed me against the wall and pressed his lips against mine. My skin shook with fear but I had no choice but to allow it to happen. The guy was all freaking hands and kept pushing me harder against the wall and lifting me up. Alrighty, calm down, it is gonna be fine. I saw Dean walk by and shake his head. My hand shifted from his side to inside the pockets. Searching. This guy wasn't letting up, he kept pushing me towards the bathroom. As Dean walked out I made sure we bumped into him. He kept pushing me until we were almost in a stall, no fucking class whatsoever. I pushed away, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I need to go."

As I turned he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back hard.

"Come on, baby, you don't mean that, " He managed to slur out.

Alright, strike one. This time I shoved him a bit, "No, I need to get out of here"

This time he grabbed my whole body and pinned me against the wall, pushing himself against me, hard. Pulling at my cloths, hands sliding into my pants. You don't get a strike three with me. There was a little part of me that panicked, but I calmed myself. I ripped my leg free and kneed him in the groin. He doubled over and my fist collided with his jaw, slamming it upward. He was out cold before he hit the ground. I looked in the mirror and mused my hair little more. I hated it, and felt disgusting, and at the same time powerful. But I began to settle, it was over. I ran, stumbling to the bartender, "Hey, hey. I don't know what happened but he fell in the bathroom."

The bartender jumped the bar and took off towards the bathroom. I stayed on a stool and looked distraught until the bartender came back, "Its alright, he just passed out, drank too much."

"Thanks."

Jen eventually skipped over to where Dean and Sam were, "So how is your night going boys?"

"We won about $500 at pool. They don't have a poker game going so we kept it small tonight," Dean replied to her, "So how did it go with gigantor. Heard he passed out on you."

Jen smirked, "With a little help he passed out, couldn't understand what 'no' meant. I don't know how I did, I don't have the wallet."

Sam shook his head at her, aspirated, "So you just spent hours with a man, ditched him in a bar restroom, and didn't get a damn thing out of it?"

"Yee of little faith. I don't have the wallet. Dean would you mind reaching into your coat pocket?"

He fumbled with the outer pockets and felt the outside of his jeans and looked at Jen quizzically.

She reached out and grabbed the front and reached inside to the chest pocket pulling him closer,

"Easy there," He laughed. She smiled back and rolled her eyes, "Don't get too excited."

Jen's hand came back out with two wallets that neither of them recognized, a money clip and a wad of cash. Dean looked impressed, "Your good, how the hell did you do it?"

He watched her pull his jacket out again and slip the stuff back into his pockets, "When I bumped into you heading out of the bathroom and when you passed on the way in."

"I never felt a thing."

"You weren't supposed to. I have had a lot of practice."

It was Sam's turn to talk, "Not to state the obvious, but where did the other two come from?"

"Oh, those. The other wallet came from one of the guys that had it sticking way too far out his back pocket. The insurance salesman who left about an hour ago. The money clip is from the one guy with the band t-shirt that kept trying to cop a feel at the bar, he just pissed me off. And the cash came from the two crazy cat ladies' purses at the end of the bar."

"Not too bad." Dean smiled, sipping a beer.

"Not too, bad , Dean? Really?", Sam said, "She's a thief."

"Sammy how is that any different from what we do with credit cards? And we have stole our fair share of stuff."

They spent the rest of the night drinking and playing pool and darts. Jen kept up with them in pool and ended up losing by one shot to Sam but beat Dean in the game after. In darts she flat-out kicked their asses. They left at last call, Sam with the keys. Dean passed the stuff back to Jen in the back seat, she counted everything out. There was almost a grand and a half in cash, "Oh, Dean I almost forgot."

Jen tossed a black wallet up to the front seat.

"What the hell...", He opened it up and it was a cop's badge from a few towns over.

"Snagged it off the five'o that came in late and left. Figured you guys had some use for it."

Dean closed it and placed it in the glove compartment, "Nice grab. Officer Washington, huh? I'm sure we will use it."

Sam pulled out of the lot and drove them back to the motel. Jen passed out on her bed, the boys went back to their room and Dean fell right asleep. Sam stayed up, still searching for a hunt. Within a half hour he had found one. But Sam still had other business to attend to. Once Dean was fast asleep Sam rummaged through Dean's bag until he found what he was looking for. Sam looked at it and couldn't believe what he saw, quickly he replaced it.

"Wake up Dean, let's go."

Dean moaned in protest, "I need my four hours."

"You can sleep on the road. I will go get Jen."

He walked down the front of the motel and knocked on her door. He heard the rustle of blankets and when the door opened he saw the gun in her hand get placed in the back of her pants. A true hunter, calm but rubbed her eyes, "Where are we going?"

"Hibbing, Minnesota."

"Well at least we are already in the right state. Give me five minutes."

Sam, though bitter about the circumstances, accepted the fact that Jen was staying with them. The letter from dad explained Dean's cryptic reason for bringing her along, the orders weren't clear but Dean wouldn't chance something this big on interpretation. Hell, Sam wasn't even sure he wouldn't have made the same decision now. All he knew were that the words on that page were going to haunt him until he knew what they meant. The five simple words in Dad's hand…

She will save you both

A/N=In this chapter we are introduced to the very questionable way that Jen makes enough money to hunt. Even though she has other motives, which will be revealed, I thought that this was a little more realistic for how a woman, on her own, would have to get ahold of spare cash. A woman flat out beating a man at a bar would cause a lot of trouble and she wouldn't be able to stick around long enough to make it worth her while. After this chapter the FanFic will follow the basic outline Supernatural Series and their cases along the way. Enjoy and thanks for reading.