Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

Sam picked up his phone from the nightstand without looking at the caller ID, "Yeah?"

"Sam?" It was Bobby. He glanced over at the clock. It was barely after three in the morning.

"Sam? You there?"

"Yeah...yeah. Sorry Bobby. What's up?"

"Well your brother didn't answer his phone and Jen's went straight to voicemail. You guys alright?"

Sam rubbed his eyes, sitting up, still trying to wake up, "Yeah, um...They are sleeping...I think. Is something wrong?"

"Well what half of the U.S. are you guys on?"

"You find a hunt?"

"Maybe, or just some psycho. Where are you at?"

"Oh...Carolinas. We just finished up a ghost and were catching up on some sleep."

"Well I'm glad you boys think you have time for breaks. What do you want, a little R and R?" Bobby said sarcastically. Sam just grinned.

"Its fine Bobby. What is it?" Sam grabbed the pad of paper and pen from the drawer and scribbled down notes as Bobby talked.

"Well a hunter called me the other day, said he was on this thing down in Panama City. I never heard back from him and I checked local police reports and find a John Doe that matches his description, well at least what they found of him matches."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean there are people getting torn to shreds, everything eaten off the bones from the torso to the knees."

"Shouldn't the police be all over this?"

"They are tryin' to keep it hushed because it is the middle of college spring break season down there."

"Shit. We can go down and take a look at it."

"Thanks Sam. Tell your brother to answer his damn phone next time. You know, in case it is actually important."

"I will Bobby. I'll let you know what happens."

"See ya kid." Sam tossed the phone, wondering if he should even bother them for a few more hours. Jen wouldn't care but Dean might be kinda pissed, or at a minimum annoyed. He staggered out of the room, to two doors down.

Jen groggily acknowledged a rapping at the door, trying to ignore it. She began to doze back off, but the knocking wouldn't allow it. Dean was still snoring, laying over her, holding her in a death grip. She shoved his head lightly, "Dean...the door."

He groaned, pulling his arms tighter around her back, yawning, "It can wait."

Jen glanced at the clock, "Dean...it is too early to be nothing."

The rapping got louder, "Dean! Jen! Get up!"

Dean groaned again, disgruntled, "Sammy, can't this wait 'til daylight?"

The knocking just continued. Dean refused to move, and Jen started wiggling, trying to break free. Dean eventually rolled over, Jen got up and stumbled to the door, twisting the handle, "Sam this had better be good or I will strangle you."

Sam looked down at her, "Bobby called."

Jen held the door open farther, walking back in and starting the coffee pot, collapsing in a chair at the table, "Well speak. Don't tell me I got up for no reason."

Dean finally sat up, head in his hands. This few hours of sleep every few days just wasn't cutting it, "Sammy, please tell me you did not wake us up at three in the morning for another hunt?"

"Bobby called, there is a thing going down in Florida. He lost contact with a hunter and there is a John Doe that matches the description."

Jen's head swung up, "Like Florida the state? Like for once the job is actually somewhere warm?"

Sam nodded, "Panama City."

Fucking eighty degrees and sunny as the Impala pulled into Panama City. I couldn't believe we had finally lucked out on a hunt. No creepy, wet, dark backroads. No drizzly, cold, shitty weather. Just sun and sandy beaches. Dean eased the car to the curb, looking through the windsheild, "I feel like we should be jammin some Van Halen or something."

I scoffed, "Is it weird that I feel out of place here?"

Sam turned in the front seat, "What? We can't wear three layers and jeans without looking suspicious."

I chuckled, "Yeah...pretty much."

A group of college aged people ran across the road as the light turned. The girls were in shorts and bikini tops and the guys just wore swim trunks. I sighed, "So we have no idea if there is even is a monster, and if they are here, they have an all you can eat buffet."

Dean turned and winked, "At least the view is nice."

I rolled my eyes and he laughed, "How do you guys want to handle this?"

Dean shrugged, "We need to see the bodies...Whose turn is it to upchuck?"

There was dead silence. Really guys, "I'll do it."

Sam nodded, "I can go talk to and call next of kin, see if there was anything weird going on. Dean, you wanna go canvas where the last body was found?"

"I think I can handle that. Jen, you wanna give me a call when you are done? We can find a place to crash and start researching."

I opened the door, "Sure."

I grabbed my suit out of the back and rapped on the hood, the Impala pulled away. I didn't mind dealing with the gross shit but it was hotter than hell out and I only had a black suit.

Sure as shit by the time I was walking into the police department and down to the county morgue, I was sweating bullets. The lady behind the counter took my name and informed me that the coroner had the day off, but that she could get me whatever I needed. The cool, damp of the morgue was welcoming, and I pulled out the slab with the body. Well, what was left of the body. Underneath the blood stained sheet there was nothing but bone. Bones with fleshy bits and pieces. Yuck. I looked the body over: the skin was shredded, the face was maimed and unidentifiable. Sighing, I pulled out my phone, dialing. As the call connected, I was greeted gruffly,

"So now your damn phone is on."

"Bobby, c'mon. We made it down here…"

"So you think that I am at your guys beck and call?..."

I cut him off, "I needed a couple hours shut eye. I'm here looking at this body and the face is ripped to hell. Did your buddy have any identifying marks or tats?"

"I wouldn't call that ass, Aaron, a buddy. But he was army. Left shoulder had a tattoo of his unit or some shit like that."

"Hold on a sec…" I put a pair of gloves on and pushed around the shreds of skin where the ball joint of the shoulder is, "If it was just a black one Bobby, it definitely looks like one was here. I am not going to be able to make it out though. Most of his body is totally shredded or gone."

"Balls. Well you kids keep me up to date on what is going on. Be careful."

"Always am."

I flipped the phone shut, glancing down at the body, "So sorry ol' chap."

Five hours, and seventeen files later Jen was waiting outside a diner for Dean and Sam. Even right before dusk, it was sweltering. Her feet hurt from the heels, sweat dripped down her back from the black suit. The familiar rumble of the Impala caused her to glance up over her sunglasses. It parked in front of her and the two boys emerged, Dean was carrying a couple of bags. Both were wearing suits as well, and as equally uncomfortable as she. They grabbed a booth in the far corner away from the few people that were there. After they all ordered, Sam began,

"Only one of the victims was a local. Friends and family said there is nothing out of the ordinary. Same old crap…Oh, then I was able to get ahold of some others by phone. All over the place on grades, where they are from, types of people. I am trying to track down any friends that they were with here "

Dean rolled his eyes, "So nothing."

Sam shook his head in response, "What did you find?"

Dean scoffed, "Just about as much diddly squat as you. Body was found in the sand and first responders figured that it was munched on. No one saw anything. No one heard anything."

Jen took a bite of her burger, "Same shit, different day."

Dean swallowed, "One more thing, college students are less than forthcoming with the FBI."

Jen laughed "I could have told you that. Half the people here are underage drinking. Doing all kinds of drugs and shit. They aren't gonna talk to a suit."

Dean wiped his hands, leaning back, "Fine then...What did you find hot shot?"

"Not much. The John Doe was Bobby's guy. At least as far as I can tell...Read over all the files, only thing they all had in common was that all the victims are guys. Other than this last one, they were all college students, jock types. Big and strong, they shouldn't have been easy targets."

"How many total?" Sam inquired.

"Seventeen. At least in this town. Made a few phone calls. This has been happening every year in different locations. Makes sense if you ask me."

Dean grabbed some more fries, "How the hell does that make any sense?"

Jen smirked, "Well, if I were a monster, spring break would be the perfect time. Loads of drunk people, guard down. Most monsters present as humans so who would think twice?"

Sam exhaled, annoyed, "So how the hell are we gonna do this? There are thousands upon thousands of people here for only a couple of weeks."

Dean picked up the bags next to him, "Lucky for you two, I am the man with the plan. C'mon, it is getting late, let's go find somewhere to crash."

Sam left cash on the table and they left. Every hotel in town was booked. After another two hours of driving, on the outside of town, one motel had two rooms. And they booked them for a couple weeks. After the car was parked and they were sitting in a room, Dean began to run them through his plan,

"So Jen was right. After I saw that no one will talk to some suits, I got to thinking…"

"Don't hurt yourself, " Jen chuckled. Dean rolled his eyes, "Smartass. Anyway they will talk to a few fellow college students on spring break."

He tossed Sam and Jen each a bag, "So we pretend to be college kids."

I looked in the bag and rummaged around in the contents, feeling like I was gonna throw up. I hurried out of the room, heading for mine. I couldn't do this, not what he was asking. I struggled with the key, flung open the door, breathing heavily. I turned the cold water on, splashing it on my face, still in a panic.

"Jen?" Dean's voice carried through the room. It was soft but worried, "Jen?"

"Hold on." I responded quietly. But he didn't, pushing his way into the bathroom. Catching his green eyes in the mirror, he went to touch me. I shook my head and he retracted his hand. Emotions sprayed across his face that I couldn't read, then he spoke slowly, "Are you okay?"

I pushed around him and into the main room, grabbing the bag, " I can't do this."

Inside the bag was a skimpy bikini, short shorts and a see through white top and sandles. Dean looked at me, clearly confused, "Is there something wrong with it? Do you not like it? I know it isn't your usual style, but I figured it would work. We can get something else."

I sank down onto the edge of the bed, "It isn't that…"

It was nothing that Dean had done, it was a combination of my past and my present insecurities. I couldn't meet his eyes. After a few quiet moments he kneeled between my knees, and his fingers pulled my chin up, "Hey."

His eyes are concerned, God, he must think I am nuts. Which wouldn't be too far off base, "Babe, talk to me please."

I chewed my tongue, "It is kinda two fold...Talking about it isn't gonna change it."

He moved his hands to my sides, rubbing them up and down slowly. Waiting patiently. I knew he knew what the first reason was, he was just waiting for me to say it outloud.

"I try so hard Dean. But that fucker is still renting space in my head. And you're so good about it, I really feel awful, but I get this pit in my stomach, and I can't stop…And, a-"

Dean brought my hand to his lips and ran them across the top of my knuckles, "Don't feel awful. Jen, you don't see this from my side. Do you realize how much you have changed since I have known you?"

He ran his fingers along my shoulders and neck, "I couldn't touch you like this before without you going into a full scale panic attack. We will get there. Give it time."

I folded my hands in my lap, "I don't understand how you put up with me like this, I can't put up with me like this."

He chuckled, and winked at me suggestively, "I do."

I half smile and shove his shoulder, "Shut up."

"Style?"

I shook my head, "Color."

"I will remember. Not red." He paused, thinking, "...What is the second thing?"

"Oh… that's ...it is. It is stupid." I blushed. His hands moved to my thighs, "Jen?"

I met his gaze, and spoke quickly, under my breath, "I can't wear something like that."

He bit down hard on his lip, obviously suppressing a laugh, "Dean. It isn't funny."

"Why can't you wear something like that?"

"I'm not a size zero!"

"That's why I didn't get it in a zero." He said calmly, clearly not seeing the issue I had with this.

My voice raised, wavering, "I can't. I'm a chub. My thighs touch and have you seen the amount of scars I have?"

Dean started laughing so hard, he buried his face into my chest, "Stop laughing."

He straightened, hand flying to the back of my head, pulling my lips to meet his. It caught me off guard, but I recovered, allowing him access. I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips moved from my lips, to my neck, down to the crook of my collarbone.

"Babe for how smart you are, sometimes you are clueless as hell." He sat up on the bed beside me, hand on my knee.

"Number one, not a skeleton does not mean chub. I remember right after we met, you rockin it around the bar to distract poor bastards so you could pick their pockets. Skinny jeans and boots if memory serves me...You're not a six-one model. You are five-six and a farm girl."

His hand ran farther up my leg, fingers brushing my inner thighs, "Sweetheart, your thighs touch because you are knock kneed as hell."

Dean's fingers were right above my hip now, his lips near my ear, voice low "And do you mean like this scar...Where I patched you up the first time?"

My breath hitched at the memory of that job. Us looking for Sam, our first kiss, the insane tension. Fingers wandered to my side, "Here, Chicago...The first time I pulled you against me."

Chicago was the shadow demons, when we killed Meg the first time. I had fallen asleep in Dean's arms. Dean's face now pressed against my cheek, his breath warm, "Or this one…?"

The one right above my breast, I exhaled, "Boston. The first time we made out."

He chuckled, "I was gonna say slept in the same bed, but yours works too."

I closed my eyes, his touch wondering to my palm, calloused, rough hands brought it to his lips, "Salvation, Iowa."

I smiled and met his eyes, "The first time you said you loved me."

Dean's lips turned into that goofy ass grin, pulling me against his chest. I could hear his heart beat steadily, but when I turned my lips up to his chin, it fluttered erratically.

I speak quietly, "For future reference...I like purple, green, or brown."

He pulled me closer to his chest, "Ok...If it makes you feel better, I'm going to have to wear swim trunks."

I giggled, "You? Shorts?"

Dean chuckled, "That and the whole shirtless thing."

Glancing up, I raise an eyebrow, "Because hot college girls throwing themselves at you is terrifying, I'm sure."

"Hey...your not the only one that gets to be insecure."

I sat back, covering my mouth with both of my hands to keep from laughing. There is no reason for him to be self conscious about anything, "Are you serious?"

"Are you laughing at me?" Dean grins awkwardly.

"With you, I swear." But now my curiosity was piqued, what could Dean possibly not like about himself? I knew he had the whole world on his shoulders thing, the responsibility, hero complex. But this wasn't about that, "Dean?"

I ran my hands over his chest, down his front, and when my hands hit the front of his stomach, he twitched, no Dean.

Now he wouldn't meet my eyes. It was like he just admitted his kryptonite to me. I didn't know what to say to him, I didn't give a shit that he didn't have abs. Kneeling, I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me. I touched my lips to his, "Sweetie, no."

His eyes held mine and I continued, "That is one of my favorite things."

Dean smiled, and it reached his eyes, "You are so full of shit Jen."

For some reason I gain confidence, leaning forward I mirror how he kissed me earlier; across his jawbone and down his neck, my hands creeping under his shirt. I whisper, "If you can like my scars, why can't I like your tummy?"

He doesn't respond, just pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist,

"Babe…" He groans, pulling me down on the bed, holding me in a death grip, arms running over my body. I rested my forehead against his chest, just listening to his breathing even out as he fell asleep. And I think I finally got it, Dean saw me exactly how I saw him: without flaws. Everything about him, to me was perfect, and I couldn't accept that there was anything wrong with him. When he looked at me, he didn't see the scars or my past, he saw the girl that he had known since he met me. The revelation made me feel fantastic, relaxed, and more confident than I have ever felt. These thoughts ran through my head until I finally drifted off.

Jen woke and was immediately aware of Dean's absence. Her eyes opened, and though the humidity hung thick in the air, the sheets beside her were cool. Dean had been gone for a while. She rolled over, sitting up, rubbing her eyes. Jen got up and walked the coffee pot, surprised to see it was already on and there was a cup sitting next to it. She smiled to herself, poured it and headed for the other room, sure that Sam had probably been up researching all night.

Walking to the other room she noticed that the Impala was gone. Peeking in the window, Sam was already sitting on his laptop, engulfed in the webpages. Jen walked right in, "Morning."

Sam looked up, "Hey."

Jen took a seat across from him, "Did you sleep at all?"

"Little bit… I was trying to narrow this down a little bit, but I didn't come up with much. Actually it is easier to figure out what its not."

Jen nodded, "Well it isn't a ghost."

"Right. It isn't a werewolf because the lunar cycle isn't right. Not a vampire. Nor is it any of our normal garden variety monsters."

Jen thought for a moment, "Gods?"

Sam shook his head, "That was my next guess, but nothing really fits right. So I still don't have a good idea."

"Where did Dean go?"

Sam shrugged, "He came in, got dressed and left. He thought I was asleep so he didn't say anything."

Jen tried to hide her disappointment, "Do you want some help?"

Sam grabbed a stack of folders from the chair, "You wanna go through these again and see if we missed a connection. I think that is the only way we are going to nail this thing."

"Sure." Jen sat with Sam in silence, going over the case files again and again. Like she had seen last night, all of these guys wouldn't have been easy targets. They had been with friends, they were big and they were strong.

"There may be something here Sam...Ten of these guys went missing from the same bar."

Sam shrugged, "It would be a place to start. When was the last time anyone saw them?"

"Midnight. Maybe a little later."

"Its a start. We should still try and go talk to people today. Maybe there is some clue as to what it is, something simple that we are missing."

"Sure…" Jen was cut off by the door bouncing open and Dean strolling in carrying a bag of breakfast and three coffees.

"Here you go...Dark with little cream for Jen. And...half cap frap something for Francis over here." Sam scowled but took the coffee. Dean tossed out the sandwiches, Jen started eating gratefully. She was hungry as hell.

Sam took a bite from his food, made a face and then tossed it to the side, "Jen found that a lot of these guys went missing from the same place."

Dean talked through the food in his mouth, "M'k...So?"

Sam sighed, "So we should probably be there tonight."

Jen polished off her first sandwich and began another, "What time should we head out?"

Dean glanced at his watch, "You think like noon? That's like three hours. People are up by then right?"

Jen nodded, "I'm going to get a shower and look over these files again, make a few calls. You guys need anything?"

"Nope." Sam replied quickly and was already absorbed in his laptop again. Dean shot her a quick smile and shook his head.

When Jen returned to her room, she tossed the files on the table and headed for the bathroom. A new bag sitting neatly on the bed caught her eye. Opening it, a note laid on top of the contents.

'Sorry about last night, I had no idea. Hope this works better. I couldn't find purple. '

Inside the bag was a new set of clothes. Instead of the skimpy red, there was now a deep green two piece, it was still a tie one, but it cover a hell of a lot more. There was a grey tank that was translucent, and a pair of light denim shorts that were a little longer than the ones before. Jen smiled as she got into the shower.

After, Jen was sitting at the table in a robe, her hair up in a towel and she was making calls, putting the word out. But no hunter had ever heard of anything like this.

Right after noon we were stepping out onto the white sand beach. The water was a beautiful blue and the weather was fantastic. The only thing that ruined it was the thousands of screaming college kids running amok. I shook my head, already at a loss, "Where do we even start?"

Sam scoffed, "We could try talking to people."

We were all out of element. Shady biker bars was one thing, but this...This was one of my worst nightmares. There was just too much ground to cover.

"Well I did make those calls to the colleges and the police. We know what friends they were here with. I guess we could just stalk them."

Dean turned, "You said that no hunter had ran into something like this before?"

"Not that I talked to. A few of them are making calls and will get back to me if anything turns up."

We wandered in separate directions. I was ducking between the crowded bodies that were drinking, dancing, talking and pretty much anything else you would expect. When I was bumped into I usually got the second glance and the, "My bad sweetie...How about a drink?"

I turned down every one, trying to find a face from one of the files. It wasn't until I reached a beach volleyball area that I saw a familiar face. A tanned, shirtless, blonde guy was on the sideline. I recognized him from a photograph. He was number fifteen best friend. I bumped into him, and sputtered, "I'm so sorry."

He turned startled, but smiled "It is okay sweetie."

Typical fuckboy, "I'm such a clutz. I hope I didn't ruin your game."

"Not at all. I was just watching...You wanna drink?"

I smiled, "Umm, sure I guess."

He flashed his teeth and went to a table and grabbed a beer, handing it to me, "Where you from?"

"Harvard." It was the easiest lie. "You?"

"Yale." Of course, because that's where fifteen was from.

I touched his forearm, "You down here with friends?"

He smile grew, "Yeah, we have a big group from the bio department…"

His face darkened. "What is it?"

He shook it off, "Nothing. We lost one of our friends that we came here with recently."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. It isn't your problem...I'm being rude, I am Andy."

"Jen...What happened with you friend?" I tried my best to look concerned.

"He went missing from the bar we were at. Figured he went on a bender, but they found his body a few days later. It really sucks."

"I'm sure." I talked to him for awhile, until one of his friends distracted him. I slipped away, leaving my still full beer on the table. I began to look for Dean and Sam. I figured gigantor shouldn't be too hard to find. But I had been wrong. It took me over an hour to find them. It was annoying, I couldn't enjoy this place because every person I ran into could potentially be the thing that we were hunting. Sam was talking to a brunette in a pink swimsuit. She was talking animatedly and he was nodding along. I waited until she slipped him her number and bounced away.

"Are you ever going to call her?"

Sam glanced over, unaware that I had been watching, "Maybe...You find anything?"

"Maybe."

Sam rolled his eyes, "You seen Dean anywhere?"

"No. I have been looking for you guys. It is hard to find anything in this mess."

"C'mon." He walked away and I scampered after him, scanning my surroundings.

"Did you talk to anyone that you weren't gettin' a number from?"

"Yeah, I found some of two of the guys friends. One said they thought they saw thirteen leave with a redhead."

"Sam! Jen!" I turned to see Dean trotting towards us through the crowd. He was obviously having a great time.

Dean skidded to a stop, "You guys wanna go chill for a little bit? I found a place with some chairs. This place is freaking awesome."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to follow, Sam trailing us. A place right in front of the water was lined with white lounge chairs. He lead me to three right beside of each other. He pulled off his shirt and sat down, lounging out. Hesitantly, I followed suit, ditching my shirt and pants, laying down on the chair. The sun felt wonderful. Relaxing, I let my eyes close and I dozed off.

After a few hours, Dean woke with a jolt. It had been a really long time since he had napped in the afternoon. He looked over and Sam was over talking to a group of students. Jen was out, her sunglasses covered her eyes but her mouth hung slack.

"Jen?" Dean shoved her shoulder, "Get up."

She jumped, startled, wiping off her face, "Hey, we should probably get going. You said that all those people went missing from a bar, right?"

Jen nodded, "Yeah, ten of them."

He tossed Jen her clothes from the ground, "Let's get Sam and get going."

Sam strolled back over, "Glad to see you two are awake. I just was talking to one of the friends. Though he didn't go missing from that bar he was there earlier in the day. As were the a lot of the others."

Dean smirked, "Bar time."

Jen nodded, "Let's go get our drink on."

We had been in the bar for a few hours, chatting up some of the students. I still had no idea what we were looking for. This was the biggest lead. At least fifteen of the guys had last been seen here in this dark, beach themed bar. And definitely ten had gone missing directly from here. Now I was leaning against the bar, downing another shot of whiskey. I was still wearing my 'beach gear' from the day, which had been the cause of quite a bit of unwanted attention. Dean's low, husky voice startled me, "Hey sexy. Can I buy your next drink?"

His arm wrapped around my waist as he buried his lips in my neck. I giggled, "Has that line ever actually worked for you?"

"You would be surprised."

I turned to face him, hand on my hip, "Really?"

Dean grinned, "You don't believe me?"

I shook my head, and challenged him, "Is that your best game?"

He leaned against the bar and winked, "Babe, you have no idea...How did you know about my game anyway?"

I shrugged, "You're the type, plus you put a couple of beers in Sam and he will spill just about anything."

"The type?" He feigned offense.

"Smooth talker...Plus like I said, Sam spills his guts. If I were you I wouldn't tell him your plans for world domination or anything."

Dean chuckled, "So do I get a shot?"

"For what?"

"To show you my mad game?"

I threw back another shot, "What the hell... How would the Dean Winchester pick me up in a bar?"

He pushed my hair behind my ear and over my shoulder, fingers lingering, "Hmm...You would be an all night project. Your obviously smart. I wouldn't be able to feed you some shit like I am a talent scout or army ranger. You would see right through it. I would just offer to buy you a drink, be charming…"

I snorted, cutting him off, "Charming? You?"

He rolled his eyes, "We would do the whole name intro thing."

I looked up under my lashes at him, Dean continued, "So...you're not from around here? Where are you from?"

I played along, "Wisconsin, but work keeps me on the road a lot."

Dean leaned back, more than willing to play, "Really? What kind of work?"

I bite my tongue, thinking, "I am a vendor for a company that brands for sportsman equipment."

He smirked, "Interesting, a woman that handles guns and rods on a regular basis."

I blushed and put a hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh. Dean smiled. I recovered, "So what do you do?"

"Actually, work takes me on the road a lot as well. My brother and I work construction."

Alright Dean, you wanna play, "So you work with your hands a lot? And operate heavy equipment?" I smile, trying not to laugh again.

He nodded, "From time to time...See the trick is getting you to laugh."

"Alright Dean, I will give you that one."

"So we talk the rest of the night, hopefully get you slightly tipsy. Play pool or something with you. Normally, I would play down a little, but in your case you would kick my ass. That would put a huge dent in my ego. Then talk to you some more and pray that you would go home with me."

"And that's it?"

"Would it have worked?"

I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him against me, "Not if you would have beat me at pool. Total dealbreaker. I don't like to lose"

"I don't know Jen, you were flirting pretty hard...Actually, you were verging on naughty."

I blushed, "Not as much as you."

He smirked, "Hands? Heavy equipment? That's dirty talk...You want a beer?"

I nod and he orders two beers, handing me one, "Do you think we are actually gonna find anything?"

I rolled my eyes, "I don't know. We haven't came up with shit all day. Hell, we don't even know what shit we are looking for. We don't have a clue what is killing these guys."

Dean sips his beer, watching people. I glanced around, "Where's Sam at?"

He shrugged, "Last I saw he was getting grinded on by some sorority chicks."

And sure enough, I spotted him in a corner, backing away from a blonde in pursuit. Dean put his hand on the small of my back, making small circles, "You wanna get outta here or drink some more?"

I glance down at his watch, it is a little after midnight, "Let's stay another hour. Make sure nothing happens."

"Whatever you want."

A couple more shots and I had a decent buzz going. Dean pulled me against him as Sam approached, yelling above the obnoxious music, "You guys see anything?"

I shook my head, "I'm at a loss. Someone should have fanged out or been screaming by now. If there even is something here."

Sam sipped out of his glass, "Should we switch bars?"

Dean downed the rest of his beer, "I don't know. You two said that ten of the guys went missing from here."

I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead, I was pretty bored with nothing to hustle. What kind of shitty bar didn't have any games in it?

Sam sighed, "How about you two go back and get some sleep? There is no sense in us all suffering for nothing. I can catch a cab back to the motel."

Dean smacked his brother on the shoulder, "You sure man?"

Sam nodded, then turned away, striking up a conversation with some of the students. Dean tightened his arms around me, speaking low into my ear, "You ready to go?"

I spun to face him, pulling at the front of his t-shirt, standing up on tiptoes to meet his lips. When I dropped back down, he looked surprised, "Is that a yes?"

The sudden courage was definitely, partially, more than likely due to the booze, "I think that's a yes."

Dean grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowded bar to the exit. In the parking lot he held the passenger of the Impala for me, holding my hand until I was completely and comfortably seated, then he leaned in and kissed me lightly before closing the door and running to the driver's side. I watched him in the moonlight as he drove, Dean glanced over at me and was all smiles when he catches me staring. His free hand moved over to my thigh and I scooted closer to him. "Babe?"

I leaned against his shoulder, "Hmm?"

"How drunk are you?"

I did a quick assessment, "I'm a little buzzed, not drunk."

"Are you sure?"

"Do you hear me slurring?"

He chuckled, "Okay...you win that one."

I was confused, "Why?"

The Impala pulled in front of the room, hooking a finger under my chin, he spoke slowly, "I don't want you doing anything you don't want to do."

Smiling, I kissed him quickly, "I don't do anything I don't want to do...At least not anymore, since I met you."

He bit his lip, his hand on my cheek, thumb tracing my bottom lip, "Well then, Wesson, what do you want?"

My heart skipped, my voice came out breathy and low, "I want you to kiss me Winchester."

Dean pulled me against him, the kiss was slow but intense, I was already lost and unfocused, overwhelmed. He bit my bottom lip, tugging on it as he pulled back. My heart was pounding through my chest, unable to breathe. I searched his green eyes, they were soft, full of giddy excitement and intently focused on me. I let my hands wander up his stomach to his chest. Dean grabbed my hands in his, leaving trails of kisses over the tops of my knuckles, "Let's go."

Dean pulled Jen out the driver's side with him, never letting go of her. He needed her, it had been too long since they had first been together, shit always got in their way. Through the door he slammed it and he pushed her against the wall, bending down to lock his lips with hers. Jen's fingers moved into his waistband, pressing the tips into his skin. Dean groaned into her mouth,

"Babe, slow down…" Dean stood back, cupping her chin, "...I want this to last all night."

Jen smiled, joking, "You think awful highly of yourself."

"Wise ass." He pulled at the hem of her tank, lifting it over her head, dark brown curls falling across her face and down her chest. Dean pushed her hair back, running his fingers through the locks. He kissed her neck again, "What do you want?"

She squirmed, muscles tensing, "You."

Dean kept her pressed back, slowly kneeling, leaving wet kisses down between her breast, down her stomach to her fingers pulled his hair, hips bucking forward slightly, "Easy Jen."

He kissed her stomach over and over again, her eyes closed, "Dean."

Dean wanted to tease her longer, but he knew she was overwhelmed already. As he stood up again, Dean jerked her pants down, leaving Jen standing the deep green bikini. He laughed, Jen was taken aback and pushed him at arm's length, confused "What?"

"You look a little burnt." Sure enough, Jen's stomach and upper legs, places that had never seen sunlight, were bright red against the rest of her tanned skin, "It doesn't hurt...At least not yet...I'm sure you probably are too."

Jen reached for his shirt, pulling the edges upward. But his height made it difficult for her to pull it all the way over, Dean chuckled and made quick order of it as her fingertips moved to the lines on his hips. Where his farmers tan stopped the skin was an angry red. He chuckled, then met her eyes. For the first time in his entire life Dean wasn't prepared for what he saw, and he couldn't breathe. Jen's eyes conveyed nothing but softness, openness. They were unguarded and trusting. A smile played loosely at his lips as he studied her face. Calm, happy, and for the first time, totally unafraid.

"What?" She questioned, voice strong and low.

"You are beautiful."

Jen's face flushed and she cast her eyes down. Dean groaned and grabbed her chin, "Why don't you believe me?"

She never answered, Dean buried his face in her neck, guiding her towards the bed. He sat down, his hands squeezed her hips, pulling her to straddle his lap. Jen tensed, Dean understood; she wasn't confident enough to take charge. He squeezed the back of her thighs and she rolled her hips forward, kissing him hard. They lost track of time, her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him as close as possible. Jen pulled away, out of breath, leaning her forehead against his. She closed her eyes, he watched the quick rise and fall of her chest. Dean wanted to touch every inch of her.

"Babe?"

"Hmm?" Her eyes never opened.

"Are you good?"

Jen's eyes opened and drug her hands to his cheeks, his scruff rough against her palms. "Yes, Dean."

She grabbed his waistband and pushed down. Dean knew what she wanted but opted for teasing her instead, "So you're in a bit of dilema."

Jen's eyes met his, smirking, "If I can't get your pants off, you don't get laid either."

"Touche." He stood up, dropping Jen to her feet, making quick work of his shorts, standing in front of her, totally naked and exposed. She closed the gap inbetween, standing on tip toes, waiting. Dean ran his hands through her hair, holding her face and kissed her slowly. With one hand he untied the strings holding the bikini up, the fabric fell to the floor. One hand traced down the line of her neck, feeling where her skin changed textures. Jen moaned into his mouth as he continues south, tracing a breast, toying and then moving on. He pulled her feet from the ground suddenly and she gasped in surprise. Dean chuckled low, dropping her onto the bed. Jen watched him, face haloed in the mess of hair. As she went to sit upright, Dean tugged her ankle, causing her to fall back, "Dean?"

He grinned and began at the inside of her ankle, leaving nibbles and kisses all the way up her inner leg. Each time he made contact, her body quivered. When he made it to the inside of her knee, Jen jerked, hard, back arching, "Sh-it."

Dean glanced up, and Jen met him with an embarrassed glance.

"Your fine Babe, just feel it." More than anything he wanted her to relax and feel comfortable. After last night he knew it was more than just her past that put her on edge when they were intimate. Dean did not want Jen to ever feel shy or ashamed about her body. As he continued, her fingers fisted in the sheet, moaning incoherently. Dean put his shoulders under her knees, pulling her closer. Dean's hands rubbed over her stomach, feeling her muscles clench and unclench. Dean leaned on his elbows, trying to unclench her fingers from the sheets. When her grip lessened, he laced his fingers into Jen's, her grip vice like.

He went down on her slowly, tongue searching, flicking, nipping. Jen whimpered, back arching. Her short nails bit into the top of his hand, her knees clenched on either side of his head, "Dean. D-ean."

"Its okay Babe, let go."

Jen came hard, squirming and screaming. Dean moved quickly, pinning her hands above her head, fingers still intertwined. He left a trail of kisses up her stomach, before kissing her lips. Jen responded but her eyes were still glazed, her grip on his hands pulsing. Dean lined up and moved into her quickly, before she came down from her high, moving slow and even. Jen's breath kept hitching, catching. Dean lost himself in her, he had never been this close, this exposed with anyone in his life. Jen brought out a different side to him, one that confused and excited him at the same time. Dean could feel her closing in again, he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent; vanilla, oranges and sweat. She flew over the edge again, unable to form words. Dean quickly followed, yelling her name, collapsing.

Dean rolled over, pulling Jen on top of him. He held one of her hands and with the other traced lines up and down her spine. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, Jen turned her face to his chest, placing small kisses and then resting her chin on his sternum, watching his face. Dean propped his head up, staring into her eyes. They were bright, the color when you look up under the canopy of trees when it's sunny, "Hey gorgeous."

Her face pulled into a sleepy half smile, "Hey yourself."

And she nuzzled into his chest, falling into a deep sleep.

I tried to shake off the sleep the next morning, but I didn't even want to open my eyes. Dean wasn't asleep, his fingers were running through my hair.

"I know you're awake Jen." I turned my face towards him, resting my chin. My eyes adjusting to the dim light cast from the bathroom.

"You could have gotten up if you wanted to." I replied.

He shrugged, "Honestly, I didn't want to get up. Plus…"

He reached for the radio clock next to the bed, my eyes followed. The clock read 5:30AM.

"Shit." I mumbled, burying my face against I toyed with the necklace that he always wore: simple cord with a bronze amulet, "You always wear this."

I gave it a tug and he smiled, "Sam gave it to me for Christmas one year...Must have been twelve or thirteen...What about yours?"

He pulled on my cross, sliding it across the chain, "My parents got it for me after I had a really good year showing horses. Best part...The cross and the chain are both silver."

He chuckled, "So it is convenient as well as nostalgic...The rings too?"

His fingers laced through mine, "I picked those up over time at different cases...But all silver."

I sensed Dean wanted to talk about something, "What is it Dean?"

"I don't know."

"You are thinking." I stated simply.

He smiled in response, "Can you hear the gears grinding?"

I giggled, thinking myself, "What about?"

"You, mostly... And the case."

I smiled, closing my eyes, content. But then I blurted out, "Was that okay?"

I blushed and glanced up at Dean, he seemed genuinely confused, "What?"

Now I was embarrassed and couldn't meet his eyes, my voice was quiet, "Last night."

Dean started laughing, "Are you serious?"

I wouldn't answer, "Christ sakes Jen. You have freaking nerves of steel. Are confident enough to face down a fucking vamps next without back up, but you aren't sure if that was okay?...Let me ask you something…"

Dean pulled my chin up, forcing me to look at him as he spoke, "How do you feel?"

"Fantastic." I whisper. Dean smiled, "There you go...This isn't a just bar pick-up. Its different."

Tumblers fell into place in my head, I slapped Dean on the chest, "Son of a bitch...I can't believe we missed it."

"Ouch Jen...What did we miss?" I pushed off of him, grabbing clothes and quickly trying to dress.

"Jen? I swear when you get a bug up your ass…" He grabbed my hand from the bed, before I could grab my shirt and pants, "...What is it?"

"Its a pick-up."

Dean sat up, keeping me in place, "You gotta explain."

I smirked, "It's just a pick-up."

I tried to move away, keep dressing, but he grabbed my other hand as well, "Jen?"

I was excited, "These guys are just falling for it. The monster is posing as some chick, picking up these guys up... Letting them think she is getting picked up by them. Dean, it is so simple."

Suddenly, the door opened. Dean jumped quickly, covering me with his body as Sam stumbled into the room, "Guys we got anoth-...Oh, shit. C'mon guys."

He shielded his eyes as he turned around, "Would you two put some clothes on?"

I chuckled uncomfortably and Dean tossed me his t-shirt from the floor. I slipped it on with my jean shorts and he grabbed stuff from his bag.

"There was another what, Sam?" I asked. He turned around cautiously, "There was another victim found this morning...Did you guys seriously have to do this in this room?"

Dean slapped his brother's shoulder, "Heat of the moment Sammy."

I blushed deeply, "W-where was the guy found?"

Dean stopped, pointing at Sam, "Hold up...Speaking of this room. Where were you all night?"

Sam shot Dean an annoyed glance, "None of your damn business."

"Sammy got laid, Sammy got laid…" Dean chanted.

"Dean! Shut the hell up!" Sam's voice raised.

I winked, "Who was she? That blonde chasing you around?"

"Would you two drop it...We have bigger problems right now. Another college guy was just found on the beach. Same thing as the last one."

I rolled my eyes, "Shit."

Dean cleared his throat, "Jen had an idea on how the monster was getting to them."

Sam turned to me, I shrunk back a little bit, still not confident that my idea was right, "I think it might be someone letting these guys pick her up."

Sam nodded, "It's a good start. I mean, it makes sense. That would get these guys away from their friends, expose them."

I nod, "I can go get witness statements because the local department already thinks I'm FBI. We already know what the body is gonna look like, so thats not important but you two should lay low and do some research here."

I went to leave the room, Dean stopped me, "Why Jen?"

"Isn't it obvious?... You two are exactly the monsters type."

I walked into the police station, the secretary greeted me, "Agent Conner, glad you are back. We are in way over our heads with this case."

I nodded, "Do you guys have any witnesses."

"Let me get one of the senior officers." She scampered off and returned with a tired looking man who introduced himself. Officer something or other, "Glad you're here Agent. I have a couple of the guy's friends in the box. Did you want to talk to them?"

I nodded, "Yes sir."

He turned and led me through the cubicles back to the interrogation room. Inside was a scrawny freckled guy and a brunette girl that was clinging to his arm. I turned to the officer, "Did they ID the body?"

He nodded, "The girl is the vic's younger sister. He was a senior from U of…" He glanced down at the file, "...Iowa."

I watched the two in the room and reached for the door handle, "Thanks sir, I will get back to you."

I entered the room and the couple watched me, I smiled, "I'm Agent Conner with the FBI. I would like to find out what happened with your brother. Who are you sir?"

He reached his free hand across the table, "Eric...I was one of Jay's friends."

I shook it and sat down, "So, what happened last night?...Take your time."

Eric began slowly, "We were just partying. All day, just like anyone else."

I sighed, "When was the last time you saw Jay?"

The girl had a high pitched voice, "We were at the bar…"

"Which bar?"

She rubbed her forehead, "Umm...Beachside."

Fuck. That was the bar we were at last night, where all the other guys went missing, "Go on miss."

She swallowed, "He was hitting on this girl...I think she was a redhead."

Eric cut her off, "Real bright hair. He was all over her, kept going on and on."

The girl shot him a look and he blushed, startled, " I personally didn't think she was all that. But he thought she was the hottest thing ever. She was all over him."

I nodded, "You guys both saw him leave with her?"

They glanced between each other, and Eric cleared his throat, "We...umm...we left before Jay did."

"Okay. Thanks. That's all I need."

I got up to leave. Well at least there was some lead.

Jen eased the Impala into the parking spot at the motel, grabbing the bag of fast food from the passenger's seat. She strolled into the room, ditching the jacket from the suit, "What do you guys got?"

Dean looked up from a stack of papers, "I got jack shit...Is that food?"

"Oh yeah…" Jen tossed him two burgers from the bag, tossing Sam a boxed salad and pulled out two burgers for herself.

"Thanks." Sam said, "What did you get?"

Jen talked through the mouthful of burger, "They saw the kid with some redhead."

Dean snapped his fingers, "Didn't one of the other guy's bros see him leave with a redhead?"

Jen nodded, "That's what you said at the beach...Well Sam, you find any monsters that like to pose as redheaded women and prey on men?"

He scoffed, "I will have to get back to you on that."

Jen wiped her face, "What about a goddess or a siren or some shit like that?"

Dean shrugged, "A hot monster? Who knew?"

Sam shrugged, "I will give Bobby a call after I eat."

They ate in silence. Then Jen went to shower and change. When she came back Sam was just hanging up the phone, "Well Bobby said we are all dumbasses. Gods require a ritual sacrifice and sirens make their victims kill someone else."

Jen scoffed, "And?"

"And he has no idea but he will let us know when he does...Said he knows someone who might know someone."

Jen started braiding her wet hair, "So what do we do in the mean time?"

"Well…" Dean started, "We have a description. We know her hunting grounds and we have the perfect bait."

"No Dean…" Jen warned.

Dean shook his head, "I'm a big boy and so is Sam. Plus we have the best for back up."

Jen rubbed her eyes, "But we don't know how to kill it because we don't know what it is."

Dean scoffed, "Technicalities."

Jen was on the verge of screaming, "I'm not letting either of you go anywhere until we know how to kill it."

Sam's voice was soft, "People are dying, Jen."

"People die all the goddam time!"

Dean grabbed her shoulders, "You will be there for back-up the whole time...Plus we got six or seven hours to figure this out...Plus if the situation were reversed you would be charging in."

Jen couldn't argue with that, so she just rolled her eyes and grabbed Sam's laptop, "You two better keep making calls."

My eyes were burning as dusk came. I couldn't find anything. My phone began to buzz, grabbing it,

"Hey Bobby….Tell me you got something?"

"What do you think about an Empusa?"

"Is that some sort of disease?"

"No ya idjit...I was talking to a professor of mythology that someone recommended…"

I cut him off, "Oh yeah...Isn't it Greek?"

"Someone paid attention in school...They are kinda like the Greek version of vampires. Their meal of choice are young warriors that they lure to their death."

"How do you kill it?"

"I'm still working on that...Hoped you could help with that."

"Shit Bobby, I'm down to the wire…"

"I know. I will give you a call later."

"Thanks."

I hung up the phone and tossed it down, rubbing my eyes, frustrated. Dean's voice startled me, "We were going to head out soon."

"You can't, I know what it is, but I have no idea how to kill it."

He smiled, "You will figure it out...What is it?"

"An Empusa."

Dean's brow furrowed, "Isn't that some sort of disease?"

I laughed, "Some sort of Greek vampire thing...Just give me another hour."

"Thirty minutes."

"Forty-five."

He nodded, "Deal."

I had five minutes left when I thought I had found a possibility, "Alright guys…"

Sam sat down across from me, "What is it?"

I gathered myself, "So the Empusa were made by the goddess Hecate, supposedly her daughters. She is the goddess of like sorcery, magic and witchcraft...Anyway, there isn't much on them other than they devour men, in particular warriors."

Dean sat on a chair backwards, "I'm not hearing how to kill them."

I sighed, "I'm getting there...Anyway the Greeks started worshipping Hecate because of her abilities so a lot of the other gods became jealous. But the worst was Artemis. She was pissed after some of the people who worshipped Hecate trashed her temple, so she introduced those people to mortal suicide and placed a curse on the daughters of Hecate."

I paused, looking at the rough translation on my screen, "Bobby and I have been trying to translate this document. Best we can figure, a stags horn bathed in moonlight through the heart...Bobby also thinks it is a terrible idea for you two to go through with this."

Dean scoffed, "Why?"

"Because once she turns her power on you you are going to have trouble thinking straight. You two are going to see an irresistible woman and she will actually use magic on you to make you go with her...Its funny because in reality she has flaming hair, pale face with red eyes, and one leg is made of bronze and the other is a donkey's leg."

Sam went to get up, "Will you be able to see her for what she is?"

I shrugged, "Maybe once I'm close or she is going to start feeding...We need to figure out how to get the stuff to kill it."

Dean grabbed the piece of paper from in front of me, "What about this 'bathed in moonlight' part?"

"I don't know how literal that is. I'm hoping that it just needs to be done when the moon is out...Lucky for us, tonight is a full moon."

Sam snatched the list from Dean, "But why a stag's horn and moonlight?"

"Well those are two of the things that typically represent Artemis. The full moon actually represents purity, the stag, innocence. Hecate with dark magic would be associated with the new moon."

Sam nodded, "Do you think a normal deer antler will work?"

I scoffed, "It's going to have to."

By 10:30PM I was back at Beachside Bar. Five towns over there had been a taxidermist who had luckily for us had a deer in, a nice ten point. Now each of those points were hidden in the bag slung over my shoulder. I prayed this crazy ass plan would work. I was already perched at a table in the back corner where I could see everyone. Sam was at the bar, chatting up some girls and Dean was scheduled to arrive in five minutes. The plan was for them to hit on every redhead in the bar, which could make this a wild goose chase. Hopefully she was here tonight.

One jock-type guy came over to me, "Hey...can I buy you a drink?"

I smiled politely and shook my head, "I'm good, thanks."

"C'mon...One drink? You are here all by yourself."

"No. I'm waiting for someone."

"Well if he doesn't show up…"

I nodded him off and as he walked away I rolled my eyes. I had this shit to look forward to all night. Hopefully something turned up soon. I watched as Dean entered the bar, walking straight up to the counter, ordering. It was a weird feeling not be accompanied by either of the Winchesters. It was kinda funny for how short of a time I had been with them I was so used to their company.

An hour passed, and then two and then….

I had dozed off in my seat, jerking awake I looked at my watch. Shit it was almost two. Scanning I searched for the boys, quickly finding Sam but couldn't see Dean. I glanced at my phone, no missed calls. Fuck. I ran over and grabbed Sam's shoulder, "Where's Dean?"

"Relax Jen. He is right…" He spun searching and the color left his face, "...Shit."

"Dammit." I hissed and ran out of the bar, Sam on my heels. I tossed him one of the prongs from my bag, and tried Dean's phone. It went to voicemail, "Son of a bitch."

Sam grabbed my shoulder, "You go around the front. I will go around the parking lot and meet you around back."

I nod and take off, scared. I run around the front, looking at every person closely. Dean was not here. I was by the back cook's entrance, and waited for Sam. A minute passed and then two. Where were they? I began sprinting for the parking lot, weaving in and out of the cars. Approaching an unlit section I skidded to a stop, Sam and Dean were facing away from me, standing totally still.

"Dean? Sam?" Neither turned, concentrating in front of them. As I approached, I saw a model-like redhead standing before them. Off to the side was an equally pretty blonde. They were talking to the boys, touching their arms. I pull my forty-five from the back of my pants, circling to the side, "Get the hell away from them."

I glanced at the boys, their eyes were glazed, unfocused. The redhead sized me up and chuckled, her voice bell-like, "Oh, Sam and Dean here aren't gonna answer you Jen."

I stopped breathing, "Ah yes, I know your name. See Dean here spilled all the nitty gritty on you guys over a couple of drinks. You being hunters and such. Sam?"

She held out her hand and Sam placed the prong in it, "Now...I have no idea where you got these from. But you are a clever girl."

I placed the sights on her, keeping an eye on the smirking blonde, "Let them go."

"I don't think so." She bared her teeth at me and I pulled off a shot. Hitting her square between the eyes.

"You little bitch." She hissed. I knew it wouldn't kill her but it made me feel a hell of a lot better. Her appearance changed, eyes glowing red, hair becoming dismayed, skin paling. Under the short skirt one leg became hoofed and the other shown like metal. She screeched, "Sasha, have Dean take care of her."

The blonde walked up to Dean, I moved the sights to her but was unsure if I could hit her without hitting Dean. She touched his arm, wrapping herself around him, whispering in his ear. I snarled, "Get the fuck away from him."

Dean looked down at her and then moved towards me, putting himself between me and the two Empusa. He stalked, eyes still unfocused.

"Dean?" He didn't respond. "Dean? I swear if you don't get out of my way I will put you down."

Dean kept stalking towards me. Shit. He moved quickly, trying to knock me off my feet. I sidestepped and shot him in the foot. He crumbled. The redhead Empusa screamed, frustrated. I reached into my bag, grabbing one of the prongs, brandishing it. Sasha moved quickly and I charged, stabbing into her heart. I backed away and as the full moon made the horn glow white, she burst into flames, crumbling to a pile of ash. Good. It worked.

The other screamed, rushing me before I could grab another. I was tossed onto the hood of a nearby car, crashing through the windshield. I was dazed, coughing. My ankle was grabbed and I was pulled out. Sam was dragging me back across the asphalt, the rocks digging into my skin. I kicked out, panicking. Sam grunted when my foot made contact with his shin. I scrambled and was tackled from behind, dammit. It knocked the wind out of me. I choked as Dean flipped me over, smacking my head against the ground, "Fuck."

I swung, hitting him in jaw. His grip faltered enough for me to escape. I stood, kneeing him in the face, knocking him out cold. Sam tried to grab me but his movement was clumsy. I knocked him over, lunging at the Empusa. I reached for the prong she was still holding, and struggled for it. She pushed, trying to stab me with it. I deflected, grabbing her wrist. I pulled her arm around, breaking her elbow and pushing it through her chest. She stared at me, in disbelief. Then she burst into flames.

I slumped down to the ground, trying to catch my breath. My heart was pounding through my chest. Holy shit.

"Jen?" I turned. Dean was rolling over, coming to. I glanced, Sam was getting to his feet, rubbing his head.

"Sam? Jen?" Dean was up to his knees. Sam waved him off, "I'm fine. Bruised, but okay."

Sam was up on his feet now, helping Dean up. I finally caught my breath. Dean stumbled over to me, "Jen?"

"I'm fine Dean."

He grabbed me, dragging me to my feet, "Babe, you have cuts all over the place."

I laughed, "Dean, I shot you."

Dean held me at arm's length, inspecting me, "I'm sorry."

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a bear hug, squeezing, pulling on the back of my shirt. I wrapped mine around his waist, burying my forehead in his chest, "I'm okay."

Dean started laughing, "You have a hell of a right hook."

I looked up, his jaw was swollen and starting to bruise. I scoffed and he released me. I turned to Sam, "Sorry about your leg."

He held out his hand. I went to shake it and he pulled me into a quick hug, clapping me on the back, "Thanks Jen. You saved our asses."

I punched him playfully, "Saved your guys' bacon again."

Dean laughed, "Don't get too big of a head."

I winked at him, "I will try not to...Why don't we get back to the hotel and get you two patched up?"

Dean nodded, "I might need some help."

Sam grabbed under his one shoulder, helping him walk. We made our way slowly back to the Impala.

Dean got out of the shower. His foot hurt like a bitch, but Jen had hit it so it hadn't gone all the way through. The pain was localized to the top. He face was a little fucked up, jaw swollen and a black eye, the skin busting. Dressing, he exited into the bedroom. Jen was on the bed, head resting on her knees. She had some road rash and a few bruises, but was in pretty good shape. Dean couldn't shake the guilt though, "Are you sure you are okay?"

She glanced over, "Yes Dean. Stop asking."

Dean looked at the floor, unable to meet her eyes, "Jen I remember it all. I'm so sorry."

"You had no control Dean. Everything is okay. If I wouldn't have fallen asleep I wouldn't have put you in that situation...Plus I shot you. I think we can call it even."

He nodded, "Where's Sam?"

They both turned at the rumble of the Impala engine, Jen tilted her head, "Getting some grub so we can eat."

Sam came busting through the door, "Got mexican...That okay?"

Jen jumped up, snatching the bag and rummaging through it, "Hell yes...I'm starving."

They all sat around the table, chowing down. Jen talked through mouthfuls, "Are we gonna stay here for a few days? Enjoy the sun?"

Sam shook his head, "Weather is supposed to be shit the next week. Cold and rainy."

Dean groaned, "We never catch a damn break."

Jen laughed, "I still can't believe you two were all gaga for a couple of monsters."

Dean got defensive, "It was like being roofied."

Sam jumped in, " I seem to remember your ass getting kicked."

Jen got defensive, "It was four against one!"

They all laughed and continued joking around. Spending the first day off in a while watching movies and downing a couple beers. Unable to go outside due to the rain pounding against the windows, a huge storm blowing in from the east.