A/N: Thanks again for reading... A few quick comments/ notes. First this chapter is part one of three on a new case, so that's why it is a little shorter than normal. If I would have written this case all in one chapter it would have been around 20,000 words, so I decided to split it up. These chapters will reveal more about Jen's past.

Another note concerning the previous chapter. The one new thing that I wanted to establish was that Dean trusts Jen and considers her his equal, she doesn't always need protected like Dean feels that Sam does. So even though it stuck really close to that particular episode, that was really the only new thing that I had wanted to throw in.

Read on and enjoy!

Revised: 4/20/15

That night Sam drove through Minnesota, Wisconsin, into Illinois, then Ohio and we were partway through Pennsylvania. I dozed in and out in the front seat, Dean was passed the fuck out in the back seat. Every once in awhile he would let out a moan or start snoring. It was near dawn when I heard him grumble.

"...Wh-What the fuck?"

I turned and looked over the back seat and laughed, "Morning sunshine."

"Where the hell are we?" Dean looked around confused. Sam reached and turned up the radio, Dean looked around, eyes wide, "Turn that shit off."

Sam just cranked the dial further and Dean tried to come over the back seat to turn it off but as he scrambled he fell to the floor. I laughed and Sam took pity on his brother and turned it down a few decibels, "Sam, pull over, now!"

Sam pulled onto the gravel shoulder. Dean fumbled with the door and fell out onto the grass. I could tell he was praying that the earth would stop spinning. I watched him for a few minutes and then I leaned out the window, "Hey Dean, you know what the cure is for a hangover?"

"Don't...stop." He moaned.

"A greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray."

Dean started heaving, "Go...to...hell." He managed to get out between vomit. Sam and I laughed. When Dean finally stopped throwing chunks and was just dry-heaving I grabbed a bottle of water and got out and squatted next to him, I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him upright, "Here you go. Rinse, spit, repeat."

He grabbed the water bottle and looked up at me, "Thanks."

"No problem, you can have shotgun for awhile. At least until you sober up."

"Ah...your funny."

"Damn straight… Come on." I pulled him to his feet and he steadied himself and then climbed into the front of the Impala. Even though it was barely light out he pulled on a pair of sunglasses, "Drive Sammy."

We drove for another hour or so and my phone rang. It was Bobby.

"Hey, what up?"

"Don't you 'what up' me. You don't drop a call, you don't write, for all I know you could be vampire bait or werewolf chow."

"You are freaking hilarious. I'm sorry, I promise the next time I am in the area I will stop in."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...anyways where are you at?"

"Western P.A."

Sam looked over his shoulder and I just shook my head. Bobby continued over the phone.

"Got a case over in Boston..."

"Ah, my favorite place in the whole wide world."

"Alright Jen, don't get smart with me.."

"You know I don't go there any more."

"Bullshit. I know you went back there to deal with that vengeful spirit and you still have a few contacts back there."

"How the hell..."

"You know there isn't anything I don't know about. Anyways five washed up bodies that are destroyed way too much for all the longer they were in the water. The sixth one washed up last night, happened all over the last month. Locals think it is a serial killer but that isn't official. But FBI won't get involved which means there isn't enough evidence to support that..."

"Which makes this our kind of thing. Alright. You owe me big."

"I don't owe you shit, you still owe me for that Camaro."

My eyes rolled back, "I paid up."

"Whatever."

"You want to email me those files I know that you have."

"What am I, tech support?"

"Please, pretty please. I will help you catch up on cars the next time I am in town."

"Yeah, yeah I will get this stuff to you. Just be careful and shoot me a call every once in a while so that I know you are still alive."

"Will do, bye."

I sat there for a moment. "Hey, you guys mind making a detour before we hit up New York."

Dean turned, "Where to?"

"Boston, they have six bodies within a month."

Sam sighed, "But New York has a fresh one."

"I know but those are happening every 25 years or so , these ones are happening a lot quicker."

Dean reached over and shoved his brother's shoulder, "C'mon man. College girls, frat houses and the Irish. Party on."

I sighed, "Trust me, the Irish are a lot more fun, they don't have a stick up their ass."

Sam snorted, "You two want to stop for food?"

Two hours later they were sitting in a diner. Sam had a fruit something or other in front of him. Jen and Dean both had the waffles with bacon, eggs, and hash browns. Dean had scarfed his down without coming up for air. Jen was picking at hers while she looked over the case files on her laptop. None of them were talking and Dean was getting bored, he reached next to him and slammed Jen's laptop closed, "You're turning into Sam. That research will fry your brain."

She turned to him and gave him a look, he laughed and tried to grab a piece of bacon off her plate. Faster than he could reach she grabbed up her fork and slammed it down between his middle and index finger, "Next time I won't miss."

Dean laughed. Sam looked up from his paper, "Jen, you mind driving the rest of the way? I'm beat."

Dean spoke up, "Hold up a sec Sam, it is my car."

Jen laughed, "How about if you keep that food down you can drive."

Dean nodded confidently, "Alright."

Not five minutes later Dean jumped up and ran for the bathroom, Jen and Sam both bust out laughing, "How did you know he would hurl again?"

"Sam, he drank the whole bar and then a bottle of tequila on top of that. I don't care who you are, tequila is a bad idea. I will go and settle the check." Jen walked up to the counter and ordered three coffees to go and an apple pie from the rack. By the time she turned around Dean was coming out of the bathroom and they headed for the car. They weren't even ten miles down the road and Sam was passed out in the back seat and Dean was going in and out of consciousness. Jen listened to the radio and concentrated on the road in front of her. She kept switching between nervousness, anxiety, and anger at the thought of being in Boston.

Of all of the freaking places that I would have to go, it had to be mother-fucking-Boston, and now we were only three hours out. Dean stirred and looked around, "Where are we?"

"Three hours outside of Boston."

He smirked, "You got any food, I think I lost mine."

I laughed, "Yeah, there is a pie in the bag."

"Hells yes." He grabbed the pie out of the bag and ate with a fork right out of the pan. A slice or two in he decided that it was a good idea to shove the fork in my face.

"You want any?"

I shook my head and he shoved the piece closer to my face, "You sure?"

"Yes."

"Positive?"

"Fine I will have some."

I reached for the fork and he pulled it away and ate it, "Too bad you said you didn't want it."

I snorted and he scooped up another bite and shoved it toward me. I reached for the fork and he pulled back, "Um you keep hands at ten and two on Baby."

"Give me the goddamn fork."

"Just take a bite."

"I am not eating from the fork you are holding, give it here.", I reached for it again and once again he shoved it in his mouth, and he smiled like he had won. Ah, young Jedi, you may have won the battle, but I shall win the war. I reached over and barehanded grabbed pie from the pan and ate it. He stared at me, baffled, and then finally started laughing. Dean put the lid on the pie and set it on the floor, "Alright, no more pie for you."

Even though it was juvenile I stuck my tongue out at him. Dean snorted and leaned back in his seat. He dozed until we were in Boston. I drove the Impala to the police station closest to the wharf where the body was found, I figured the body from last night should still be in their morgue. Sam and Dean looked out the windows, Sam finally spoke, "Give us the low down again."

"Okay so as of last night there are six bodies that have washed up on the beach. Locals think serial but apparently the FBI doesn't agree because they keep denying the request to come in and help."

"What makes this a hunt?" Dean asked me.

"Well the bodies were only in the water for a day or two each, but they had weeks worth of damage. And apparently it is just damage, the bodies are still for the most part intact."

"That will do it."

"Yeah, I'm thinking a fairly new spirit or cursed object because in the last hundred or so years this hasn't happened as far as I can tell."

"Okay..." Sam started, "What's the game plan."

"Me and Dean are going to take a look at the body and see what the cops have so far. I want you to go and talk to friends and family, see if there are any connections or weirdness going on."

Fifteen minutes later Sam was pulling away with the Impala and Jen and Dean were dressed in suits. They entered the precinct and approached a deputy behind the front desk, he looked up as they approached, "What can I do for you two."

Jen pulled out her badge, "Special Agents Kent and Wayne. We are here about the bodies that have been washing up on the beaches."

The guys looked between them real quick, "I thought the FBI didn't want anything to do with this."

"We changed our minds. Had some extra agents running around that needed something to do." Jen replied. The guy looked scared, Jen and Dean looked between each other, something was wrong, Shakily the deputy spoke, "Wait here, let me get the LT."

He scurried back through the door and Jen and Dean watched him run back to a corner office. When he entered and began talking they saw a binder get tossed at the deputy's head.

"Shit" Dean said and Jen nodded.

"On a scale of one to ten, how well do you think this is going to go Jen?"

They saw a short, stocky man come storming out of the office and head toward the front, "I'm hoping for about a two but I'm pretty sure this is going to be in the negatives."

"I don't give a shit who you are , what are you doing in my precinct?" The man yelled at them without even introducing himself. Jen spoke firmly, holding her ground, "We are here about the bodies washing up on the beach."

"The FBI has been denying my requests for weeks, what changed?"

Dean stepped next to Jen, "The office had a few extra people on hand the next week or so, so they sent us out to clean up some smaller cases."

Jen dug out a business card and handed it to the man, "You can call our supervisor if you want, but we are here to help. If you don't want it we can leave."

The man grumbled for a few seconds, "Fine. I am Lieutenant McDowd. You can follow me down to the morgue to see the latest body."

He took off toward a stairwell, Jen and Dean walked behind him. Once they were down in the morgue, the LT turned to them, "The corner is off today but here is the file, let me know if you need anything."

Dean nodded, "Will do."

The LT took off, and they exchanged a look. Jen laughed, "Hot headed little shit, wasn't he?"

Dean just shook his head and looked at the file. Jen walked over to the wall and found the drawer that contained the latest body, "Dean. Over here."

He walked up beside her, "Ladies first."

She shook her head, "You know, one day I am actually going to pull the muscles that control eye rolling."

Jen grabbed the handle and pulled the slab out. Dean made a face, "Yuck."

The air filled with the smell of seawater and something else that Jen wasn't able to quite place. She began to examine the body while Dean kept looking at the file, "According to these the corner doesn't know the exact cause of death because the decay of the body. But the guy was only missing for two days."

"I would go with blunt force or asphyxiation… Hey Dean look at this." She pointed at all the bites along the man's arms and chest.

"So?"

"So, animals eat, they don't just use you as a chew toy. And usually one or two animals will eat on you. I count at least twelve different bite patterns. And look at this one here.."

She pointed to his collarbone, "...I'm pretty sure that is a shark bite."

"Really?"

She nodded side to side, "Yeah, if I had to take a SWAG, I would go with shark."

"SWAG?"

"Silly wild ass guess." Jen replied. Dean chuckled. "Alright, let's go grab some dinner and wait for Sam."

"Hold on a second." Right near the shark bite was a weird mark that looked like a burn. Jen took out her phone and snapped a picture of it. Dean headed for the door but Jen went to the corner's desk and grabbed any file she could find on the six bodies. Dean turned to see what she was doing and she held up the files. When Jen found all she could they raced up the stairs. When they reached the top , they peaked around the corner. The LT was yelling and jumping around at an officer. Jen and Dean exchanged a look. They bolted for the side door before the LT could question them.

Once on the street, they walked side by side in the cool air. Jen looked up at the sky, "There is a nasty storm coming."

"Yeah well let's worry about the food first and then we can worry about the shitty winter weather."

He held the door open for her at a diner a few blocks from the precinct . They sat down ordered. Both got double cheeseburgers, Jen got a coffee and Dean got a coke. They ate in silence for awhile, finally Dean spoke, "So you know we have been driving around with each other for almost two months now, you know everything about me and Sam. What about you? Who is Jennifer Wesson?"

Jen shrugged her shoulders, "There isn't much to tell. I'm an Aquarius, I like cheeseburgers, and I love to drink."

"That's not what I meant. Why did you leave home? What did you do before all this shit?"

"Jeez buy a girl a drink first"

Dean just stared at her, Jen sighed, "Fine, I had a pretty normal life. Grew up on a Midwest farm, good family, good at school. Had it all, graduated early, went Ivy League..."

"Ivy League?"

"Do you want to know about me or not?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders, "Nerd. My bad. Continue."

"Well I left and never went back."

Dean snapped his fingers, "Just like that?"

Jen nodded, "Just like that."

"You know I think there is more to it than that. You wouldn't just leave."

"You don't know me."

"I know you are loyal and you freakin' love your family. You wouldn't just up and leave."

"The job followed me home. I wasn't going to put them in that much danger. So I went to college and hunted what I could. Then I called them and said I was leaving, and not to try to find me."

"You don't think they worry about you?"

"I'm the fucking disappointment of the century, dropping out like that. Jesus, if they found out about the credit card scams and the cheap ass motels, they would shit a brick. I send them a postcard now and again to let them know I am alive."

He paused for a moment, letting it sink in, "So your nerdy ass went Ivy League?"

Jen gave a small smile, "Full scholarship."

"Where?"

"Don't want to talk about it." Jen looked away and sipped on her coffee. Dean got an idea, "Well if you don't want to talk about that...why don't we talk about the way you are always staring at my ass?"

He expected a slammed cup, something, but Jen calmly set her cup down, crossed her arms and leaned forward, "Only if we can talk about the way you are always staring at my boobs."

Dean tried to keep a straight face but he bust out laughing, Jen cracked a smile, "Seriously, Jen let's talk?"

"Well it is a nice ass."

"You know that's not what I meant."

She scrunched her face and sighed, "Yeah...I know."

Then Jen's phone went off, it was Sam, "Hey Sam, what's up?"

"I just got done with the family and I am on my way to get you guys. Where you guys at?"

"A diner a few blocks from the precinct." Jen thought for a moment, screw it, "Hey Sam? You haven't gotten a hotel yet, have you?"

"No, why?"

"I know a place that we can crash for free."

"Okay, I will be there in five."

Dean looked at her, Jen shrugged, "I will explain later."

She got up and settled the check, Dean followed her outside where Sam pulled up a few minutes later. Jen climbed in the backseat and instructed Sam, "Head north a few blocks and then hit the highway toward Cambridge."

"Cambridge?" Dean looked back at her.

"Don't worry guys, it is in the bad part of town." She guided them to a street where the houses were smaller than the ones that they had passed on the way into Cambridge. Finally they got to a block that had a bunch of small apartments.

"Pull over here."

Sam parked the Impala on the street. They hopped out and Jen grabbed her stuff. They expected her to walk to the apartments but she headed to a house across the street that was definitely nicer than the other ones in the neighborhood. It was fixed up, fence freshly painted, the brick was in good order. She turned and walked backwards, "You guys coming?"

They grabbed their bags and followed her to a gate to the fenced backyard. She jimmied the lock and walked through towards the back steps, "Lock the gate behind you and don't step on the third step if you want to keep your leg."

Dean locked the gate, "I might regret this, but what is under there?"

"Bear trap."

Dean snorted, "Well the owner is a little paranoid, don't you think?"

Jen put a key in the lock, turned it and punched the code into the keypad. 1207200405132010. The door turned easily, singing inward, "Yeah, I know I am a little paranoid."

Dean and Sam exchanged a look and scurried in the house after her. Jen tossed her bag on the floor and pulled out her phone. Dean and Sam stood in the doorway, staring at her, hearing her side of the conversation, "Hey Ben? It is me...yeah I am going to be at the house for a week or so...Okay, I will let you know when I leave."

Dean spoke, "Uh, Jen? What did you mean 'your house'?"

"Well not mine exactly. Ben owns it and I have a lifelong rent on it."

Dean waited and when she didn't keep talking he spoke again, "We are gonna need a little more here Jen?"

"Alright Dean. You wanted to know about my past? Here it is. At seventeen I went to MIT for a year and then transferred over to Harvard. I worked for Ben as a super for all his rental properties. In exchange for that he let me stay in the house and I brought in a paycheck."

Jen walked around and checked some stuff, flipping on lights as she went. After a few moments she continued, "I went to Harvard until halfway through last year, after first semester. I worked hunts when I could, and well there was a poltergeist in town. In Ben and his family's home. Well after I got rid of it he told me I could keep the house free of charge. Early this spring one of his rental properties had a spirit mishap and I took care of that too."

"Hold up, " Sam said, only surprised by one part of that story, "You not only went to MIT, you went to Harvard too?"

"Yeah." Jen stood up straighter, feigning offense, "Does that surprise you?"

"Well kinda..."

Jen disappeared upstairs and changed into a racerback tank and sweats. Dean wandered around looking at books stacked up on every table and papers on any open space they could lay out. Jen walked up behind him, "Yeah I researched a lot of shit."

"No kidding." Dean said.

"Well there is an extra bed upstairs. I used the room for storage, so there is a lot of shit laying around but there are extra blankets in the cupboard. The other can either have my bed or the couch. I don't mind either way."

Sam spoke up, "I will take the couch."

"Ok," Jen replied. "Here Dean, I can show you where that other room is. Oh there is a toilet down here, a shower in the basement and a full bathroom upstairs... Sorry for the mess."

Dean followed her upstairs to the small landing, she opened one of the doors. Inside was a single

bed and boxes piled up in the corner, "No offense Jen, but you aren't exactly Susie homemaker."

"I left in a hurry and I haven't been here for almost a year Dean." He looked behind himself at her, she looked thoughtful, and if he had to put a label on it right now he would say that she was upset. Abruptly , she turned on her heel and left, without saying a word. Dean was confused and followed behind her. She went to the far door on the landing and went inside, leaving the door open. He walked in, and what was before him, totally floored him.

The room was dirty from time but it was decorated immaculately and had a woodsy feel to it. The walls were painted a sage green, across from the bed was a TV. Above the TV were three European buck mounts, the largest in the center. There was a hand-made desk in the corner, which Dean walked over to. On it were pictures of a younger Jen surrounded by people smiling, her on a farm, horseback riding, normal hunting. Pictures of her family, "Why didn't you tell us about this place?"

She spoke quietly, "I didn't want to come back."

"Why? You are a fucking genius, you had a life."

Jen shrugged, "It isn't for me, I'm not fit to be around normal people. I'm never going to just be able to have a life. I'm good at what I do, I'm great at the job."

Dean just shook his head and looked over at her. She was embarrassed and would not meet his eye. He turned around and looked around some more, opening a closet on the wall opposite the door. On one half, guns and weapons were meticulously racked, and the other half clothes were just as meticulously hung. Dean smirked. Jen watched him for a few moments but then went and sat on the bed and flipped on the TV. There was a station playing old shows, Mr. Ed was on.

Dean continued to rummage through her stuff without messing it up too much. He was curious, because other than smartass remarks and her extensive knowledge of monsters, Jen didn't talk too much. She definitely never talked about herself. When there was nothing else to look at he glanced over at Jen.

"You done going through my life yet?"

"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch. I just would like to know who I am working with." Dean didn't ask to join her, he just kicked off his shoes and sat next to her on the head of the bed. She stiffened for a second and then relaxed. He knew he had an effect on her, but he wished that it wasn't always such an adverse reaction. They watched Mr. Ed for awhile. Jen smiled and laughed as did Dean, he could see her slowly relax and eventually she was leaning back on the pillows.

Even though I flipped on the TV for some noise, I watched Dean go through all my shit slowly. When I was here I loved this room, other than the gun collection, I never let me bring my job in here. It was my escape. He went through my cupboard but luckily didn't open up any drawers on my dresser. Even though I was okay with him rummaging through my clothes and pictures, I wasn't comfortable enough with Dean to watch him go through my underwear. I watched him study every picture on my desk. Finally, when there was nothing left for him to go through he turned to me.

"You done going through my life yet?" I asked him.

"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch. I just would like to know who I am working with." He flippantly replied. I exhaled and faced the TV again, I sat cross-legged near the top of my bed. I had to admit, of all the older TV shows, Mr. Ed was definitely on the top of my list. Without even asking, Dean plopped down on the bed next to me. My muscles tightened. I don't know, sometimes I was okay with him in my space, other times like it was with other guys, he made me nervous and jumpy. This was a case of the later, I couldn't help it.

After an episode or two I resigned myself to the fact that he was going to be there for awhile, I leaned back and was finally able to relax. A few minutes later I had to move though, I got up and went downstairs. Sam was already snoozing on the couch, the TV was on and his laptop was open in front of him. He had been researching possibilities for what we were hunting. I grabbed two beers out of the fridge and returned upstairs. I handed one to Dean.

"Thanks."

"Not a problem." I resumed my previous spot. Minutes passed and the beers were gone. Hogans Heros came on next, another awesome freaking show. As I was watching Clink making an idiot of himself I felt Dean lay down on the bed, he rested halfway propped up on my pillows. I sat back up. When the commercial break came I felt a hand on my forearm. I closed my eyes, and I felt every muscle in my body stiffen again. I could tell he felt it too because his grip loosened, but he left his hand there. After a moment he pulled on my arm, pulling me downward. When I would not oblige , he sat up and pulled himself behind me, putting his arms under mine and around my stomach and resting his forehead on my left shoulder. I stopped breathing, I was unable to stop myself from cringing away. He gently held me in place. I felt him exhale and he began to speak softly, "Someone really fucked you up didn't they?"

If only he knew how fucked up I really was with this. I refused to speak, I couldn't relax, I kept trying to breathe, but was unable to. I was fucking terrified, and the worst part was I knew Dean had never given me a reason to be terrified of him. But my heart kept racing. Dean was stuck breaking the silence again, "That's why you didn't want to come back to Boston. He is still here."

Dean wasn't asking me, he knew. I was finally able to open my eyes again and I swallowed, "Jen, you need to breathe."

I shakily inhaled and exhaled. I could feel him smile, tentatively. We sat there like that. I knew he was waiting for me to stop panicking, but I knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. He lifted his head and I felt his lips on the back of my shoulder. Dean removed his arms and stood up. Walked around to face me and sat back down, "You don't want to talk about it and that's fine, okay? But you need to listen to me..."

I was finally able to look up and meet his face, he smiled that freaking flirty ass smile that only he could do, and then he continued, "You need to trust someone, you can't live like this. And shit, I like you, a lot. And this is crossing the line on chick flick moment but you're lying if you say you don't like me too."

I just looked away, I did like him, and maybe it was more than that but I couldn't be what he needed or wanted. I knew he was waiting for me to respond but I couldn't, "I will take that as a yes. Jen, give it a chance."

He scooted closer when I refused to look up, and he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him, "I promise I won't hurt you like that, and I won't ever force you to do something you don't want to. Okay?"

I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded, he smiled back, "I mean I would be lying if I said I didn't want to. Honestly your sexy as hell because of how different you are. You don't take shit, you are funny, you are smokin', but nothing you aren't comfortable with."

"Well at least you didn't throw me a line."

"It was meant as a compliment." I didn't know what to tell him, he was waiting on me again. I nodded the best I could with his hand still on my chin. He smiled, a lot softer this time. He pulled my face closer and kissed me like he did that night in Hibbing. Except this time it wasn't as urgent and he waited for me to respond before pushing harder against my lips. Encouraging me to keep going. When he pulled away I couldn't breathe again, but this time it was from the freaking head rush.

He moved and returned to where he had been laying before, and this time when he went to pull me down, I obliged, tense but not nearly as terrified as I was before. He guided me so that I was lying beside him. I tentatively laid my head in on the corner of his chest, below his collarbone. He didn't move, allowing me to be the one making the decision. My body was pressed along his warm side. His right arm was wrapped around behind me and his left hand laid on top of mine on his chest. I closed my eyes and listened to his breathing, I could feel him watching me and I smiled into his chest. Dean felt it and chuckled. It wasn't long before the world turned to nothingness and I fell asleep.