Well, here goes nothing...enjoy girlie! :)

Sam had already spent half an hour as a "shadow" next to Jeb, and had into at the point in the conversation where he felt he could already start dishing out questions slowly, without Jeb getting suspicious. Since most of that time had been spent during a 17 minute call which Jeb had answered and helped a client with a modem problem successfully, Sam hadn't gotten much of a chance to start asking anything yet. Finally, what seemed an eternity later, Jeb finally finished up on the call and with a comical sigh of relief hung up and took off his headphones.

"Man, that lady was warped," Jeb commented companionably to Sam, who had also removed his headphones. "Anyway, doesn't matter…the important thing is that I wrapped up the call in 17 minutes flat," he added with a self satisfied smile.

"Yeah…I remember our instructor mentioning that one of the things needed to win the bonus in our paycheck is not taking longer than 17 minutes per call. Along with the fact that if the client doesn't call back on the same day," Sam rattled off easily. "Of course, we get an extra bonus added to that if the client doesn't even call within the next seven days."

Jeb gave him a wide smile and laced his fingers again, apparently a mannerism of his when talking. "Looks like someone's been doing their homework."

Sam smiled back, "Yeah, the instructor has been going on and on about the time limit per calls and all that crap."

"Oh don't worry about it…it takes time…you know…to get it…I remember it took me more than 3 months to get the feel of the job." Jeb hunched his shoulders, as if the memory of it wasn't too pleasant. "Most of the other guys had gotten it by the first month…half of the second month at the latest…but I guess I got more nervous during the calls than…the rest…of them…" He paused for breath, then, "I'm sorry, I know I have like this habit of talking a lot, and I kinda forget myself…if you want me to shut up now I'm totally understand…" Jeb turned red with embarrassment.

"Oh no…you're fine," Sam answered immediately. "Don't worry about it." He smiled at Jeb, suddenly feeling sorry for this strange little man. His stick thin figure and huge glasses that seemed in danger of falling of his nose within any minute awoke a feeling of compassion in Sam. He was willing to bet he didn't have many friends.

Jeb opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a fleeting figure whooshing by.

"Crap…Jeb! I swear I must be two minutes late…"said the soft voice that belonged to the figure that had seemingly flown down the aisle and finally sat down while she moved her mouse to 'wake up' her computer.

Jeb immediately glanced at the time on his computer and responded encouragingly, "Oh, no…you're fine…I checked when you left and you still have a minute."

The girl sighed in relief as she confirmed on her computer that Jeb was indeed correct. She had managed to get back from lunch in 29 minutes, and now she was counting down the last 35 seconds left before logging back onto the system.

"Oh…I'm sorry…I…I…uh…Sam, this is my best friend here," Jeb suddenly piped up as he saw that Sam was looking at her from the corner of his eyes.

Despite himself, Sam couldn't help but look at the girl with a slight admiration. She was by far the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She had an abundance of long blonde hair that was gathered up in a bun at the nape of her neck, with a few methodically placed loose strands of hair falling down her face. Her skin was perfectly smooth, without a single pimple or imperfection to speak off, and she had a sort of pink natural hue which made her seem like a princess out of a Disney cartoon movie. Next thing Sam noticed were her eyes, which were not just any blue, but a vivid blue with small flecks of green in them. She's beautiful… Sam gulped, as he realized that focusing on his job was going to be harder than he thought.

"There, I'm in," the girl mentioned to no one in particular as she logged on the last second and sighed in relief as her system showed her there were no calls in waiting at the moment. It meant she would have the chance to talk a little before the next call. Then, she spun her seat so as to face Jeb who sat opposite to her and she flashed him a smile.

Crap…Sam thought to himself as he felt himself melt a little at the sight of her smiling. Her light pink lips did need a little more color to them, but the fullness and symmetry of them more than made up for that. Sam caught himself smiling slightly in return as he caught a slight glimpse of her even white teeth which displayed to their full advantage when she smiled. She was one of those lucky creatures that seemed to posses the 'Julia Roberts' patent smile.

"Is he one of the 'shadows'?" asked the girl to Jeb as she nodded to him politely.

Jeb nodded to her. "Yes…uh…Sam…uh…I mean…Sammy…well…anyway, this is Sam," Jeb muttered nervously, to what seemed like Sam an incoherent jumble of an introduction.

"Hi, uh…I'm Sam," Sam introduced himself as he pronounced every syllable with emphasis. If there was one thing he wanted desperately was to keep from sounding like a fool.

The girl chuckled good-humoredly. "You're kidding, right? That's my name too."

"Pardon me?" Sam tilted his head and frowned in confusion.

For a response, the young woman pointed with her index finger to the name plaque on the right wall of her cubicle. As Sam read it, he couldn't help but chuckle in response as well. The plaque read, "Samantha Jensen."

"But she doesn't really like her name…too much…so…we…well…we never really call her that," Jeb interjected.

Samantha wriggled her nose. "Are you kidding? I absolutely loathe it…makes me sound like a girl popped out of the "American Girl" book collection." She shuddered playfully and rolled her eyes. "Heaven only knows what my mother was thinking when she came up with that name."

Sam smiled at her. "It's not exactly a very common name," he conceded quietly.

"Tell him what you call me, Jeb," Samantha giggled at her friend. She had inched her seat closer to Jeb, and from the way Jeb seemed relaxed in his seat, Sam could tell they were close friends.

"I kinda gave her nickname…it's a tomboy sort of nickname…but she doesn't mind," Jeb explained with a happy smile as he looked at Samantha. "We all just call her Sammy."

Sam chocked. This is too much…seriously… Then he threw back his head and laughed.

Samantha looked at him curiously. "What's so funny?" she asked brightly, without the slightest hint of injured feelings.

"Nothing…really," Sam finally replied when he had calmed down his laughter. "It's just…" he paused and shook his head slightly as he thought better of it. "Never mind."

"Oh, call just came in," Jeb murmured as he put back on his head seat.

Sam nodded and mirrored Jeb's action, as he too placed his head set on again.

"Oh, me too," said Samantha brightly as a distinct buzz noise snapped her to attention of a coming call, and she rolled her seat back in place in order to rapidly put on her head set. "Welcome to Verizon customer support, my name is Samantha. How may I help you?" Samantha's voice trailed off as she turned her back to Jeb and Sam, attending her call.

Sam turned his seat slightly, so as to be able to peer at her without being noticed from the corner of his eyes. Not paying attention to the call that Jeb was answering, Sam couldn't help but wonder what were the odds of meeting a pretty girl with your name. Then he shook his head. He didn't have time for this…he was supposed to be doing a job. He frowned as he remembered Vivian. I'm not going to do the same mistake twice…they're both nice girls…I don't have time for this… Turning his seat back in place, he promised himself he would concentrate on the call and forget about blond haired beauties. Even if they smelled of strawberry. I'm on a case…this is neither the time nor the place to make a fool of myself… Sam winced and sighed. Why do chicks have to smell so damn good?

***

"Dude," Dean called out as he waved his hand over in Sam's direction. Dean was outside the Telvista call center and was waiting by his car for Sam. Sam was running a few minutes late, and Dean was waiting impatiently by the car for his kid brother to get his butt in the Impala so he could get back to Jenny at the motel.

Spotting Dean next to his car, Sam lifted his hand in recognition and jogged the last few feet to Dean. "Sorry, I kinda got held up."

"Apology accepted," Dean replied as he swiftly entered his and signaled for Sam to do the same. "Now get your ass inside. If I spend another freaking minute inside this place I swear I'm gonna kill somebody," he growled as his hands deftly turned on the engine and drove the car outside the parking lot.

Sam smiled absently.

"What took you so long?" Dean asked abruptly after a few seconds of silence. Form the look on Sam's face, he seemed to have gone on one of his random 'soul searching' sessions. "You got to talk to one of the witnesses?"

Sam's attention snapped back to the present. "Uh…well…not exactly…"

"Then what exactly?" Dean cut in impatiently. Having spent the last hour cleaning a seemingly infinite number of bathrooms had left him in anything but an angelical mood. "What the hell have you been doing these past few days? For crying out loud, Sam! You've been here three freaking days and you still haven't talked to anybody?"

Sam sighed and exhaled slowly. "Dude, it's not that easy…I mean…every time I'm about to ask something, I swear one of those damn telephones goes off. And I can't exactly get answers while they're on call."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Peachy." The tires screeched to a halt as he parked the Impala on the motel parking lot directly in front of his room. Exiting the car, he jerked the key to his room out of his pants and opening it up, stepped inside, with Sam right behind. "Jenny, babe, I'm home," Dean called out in his husky voice, as he made his way into the room where Jenny was folding some clothes. Taking two big steps toward her, he reached to kiss her, but stopped mid air when Jenny called out in dismay.

"Dean! Pero mira nada mas el mugrero que acabas de hacer! (Just look at the mess you made!) " Jenny squealed in displeasure, as she put a restraining hand on his chest, her eyes glued to the floor.

Sam tilted his head questioningly. Guess my Spanish is rustier than I thought…

"What the hell is that in English?" Dean asked in exasperation. He had trouble enough in English, and here Jenny was hurling some freaking foreign language that made no sense to him. He hated it when she rattled on in Spanish, as if supposing that he would eventually catch on to her meaning.

"Don't you notice something wrong?" Jenny asked Dean with displeasure and annoyance written all over her face.

"Uh…" Dean looked from her to the room around him. "No."

"The floor, Dean, the floor! Just look at the mess you made!" Jenny exclaimed in a 'woe is me' tone. She got down on her hands and knees and started scrubbing with a cloth the muddy prints Dean's wet boots had left on the old wooden boards.

Dean's eyes traveled briefly to the floor and seeing the muddy tracks behind them, his eyes followed the trail which led all the way to the door. Then he took a swift look at Sam's boots and rolled his eyes. Sam's boots were scraped clean, since he had taken care to wipe his boots clean before entering the room. Apparently Sam was the only conscientious male in the family.

"Hey, it's not like I did it on purpose," Dean finally said, after an uncomfortable silence had settled in.

Sam had hesitated whether to pitch in a helpful hand, or to tactfully leave the room so they could have their squabble in peace without onlookers.

Jenny's head snapped up and pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear and her long ponytail shook vehemently as she got up to face Dean with her hands on her hips. "You never do it on purpose…the problem with you is that you never think twice about all the work I have around here," she argued, moving her hands as she talked.

"Hey, I—" Dean started.

"You leave all day to work on your case, and I'm the one who stays at home cleaning up after your mess—"

"My mess?"

"Yes! Who do you think picks up all the dirty socks you leave lying around every morning? Or how about cleaning the mirror in the bathroom from the splotches of shaving lotion? Or did you actually think this room was magically organized and cleaned every night?"

Sam covered his mouth discretely with one of his hands, as he tried to choke back a laugh. Well, this is certainly refreshing…it's nice to actually see Dean not getting kissed and laid all the time… He couldn't help but think how blissfully sweet the sound of Dean getting chewed out for a change was to his ears.

"I mean, I work all day to make this stupid motel room look as much as a home as possible, and you don't appreciate what I do—" Jenny started sniffing, getting more worked up by the minute.

Dean took a step towards her and laughed sarcastically. "Excuse me? You ever stop to think what my day has been like?" he huffed. "I have this crappy hunting job…I don't get paid and I don't get thanked…and I always have a half a dozen cops after my ass." He jutted his chin in irritation. "Not to mention I've just spent eight freaking hours cleaning."

"And I suppose you think life is very exciting here on the Riviera," Jenny quipped as she waved her hand dramatically around the sloppy second rate motel room they were staying in.

Dean's nostrils flared in anger. Then without a word he turned on his heel and made his way to the door, leaving Jenny with her mouth open. Before he could reach the door though, Jenny had stomped over to him and grabbing hold of his arm, she turned him to face her.

"What?" Dean snapped, not moving a muscle.

"Don't you leave me talking to myself…this isn't fair, Dean," Jenny sputtered. "I mean, I spend every day in this damn room sometimes wondering if you're coming back or not…I stay up at night when you're on hunts, waiting for you, and you don't see that…and I try so hard to clean and make this room nice for you when you come back…and you can't even clean your feet before you come in!"

"Fine," Dean grated out. "I'm sorry."

"You're just saying that."

"Oh for God's sake…"Dean huffed out, "I just said I'm sorry. What else do you want me to do?"

"I don't want you to say it unless you mean it. You're just saying that because it's what you think I want to hear."

Dean looked at her with surprise, his eyes wide open. "Are you in your period?" he finally asked.

Ouch… Sam thought to himself as he now starting making his way to the door. He had a feeling he didn't want to stay and see how this ended. That was a mistake, Dean…

Jenny chocked on her answer and she hesitated. "I…no…that has nothing to do with it!" she fumed.

Dean nodded as if everything now made perfect sense. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Jenny's eyes were now livid with exasperation. "I told you that has nothing to do with it!"

"Well, aren't you?" Dean prodded as he looked down at her tiny frame.

"Oh…you!" she snapped as she abruptly opened the door and exiting the room, she slammed the door shut, making even Sam wince.

"Ooh," Sam drawled out. "That was so not funny."

Dean rolled his eyes in disgust and sat down on the bed fuming.

"Aren't you going to go after her?" Sam asked unwisely as he looked at his pissed off brother who was taking off his boots.

"Shut up," was Dean's sole reply as he leaned forward to throw the folded clothes away so he could stretch comfortably on the bed, then thought better of it. If Jenny had blown a fuse over a dirty floor, she would probably kill him if he even thought of moving the neatly stacked piles of folded clothes that she still hadn't put away. Cursing under his breath, he grabbed a chair and tried his best to stretch his sore 6.1 frame on it, and found that he was failing miserably. "Shit."

Sam smiled despite himself. He had never seen Dean and Jenny fight before, and since it really hadn't been all that serious he couldn't help but think that it was slightly amusing. For one, he had never quite envisioned Dean in a typical domestic squabble, and the mere thought of it tickled Sam. Dean seemed so out of sorts, Sam felt a little guilty as he realized that he felt relief to see that even Dean didn't have a pie perfect life.

"Why is that chicks go all emo on ya when they…well…you know…" Dean complained to his kid brother.

"Ovulate?" put in Sam helpfully, as he tried to keep a sober look in his face.

"Dude!" Dean's head snapped to the left, in Sam's direction, disgust written all over it. "Too much information?!"

Girls and hormones...what can you do? lol Anyway, thought it was about time that Dean and his girl shared a scene in this story...lol

Keep tuned and let's see what happens to Samantha :)