Hello again after a looong absence...lol Ok, the fact is I have a very busy schedule at this point, so to be totally honest with you, I'm kinda rushing this story through, because I don't have the time I would like to have to make it as nice as I could...but I'd rather do that, than not finish this story at all and leave you hanging...lol

Anway, I WILL be speding more time on the ending, so as to make this story worth it...don't worry...and btw, you might wanna hang on to your seats, 'cause if you thought that meeting a girl called 'Sammy' was weird enough, you have no idea what's coming up...weird and crazy has just begun!

Hope you enjoy! And thank you so much for reviews! make my day :)

Dean's head whipped around as the distinct sound of a creaking door opening met his ear. He was kneeling on the floor wiping away the mud he had left earlier, and his eyes fell hesitantly on Jenny's face, which was lowered, as if not wanting to look him in the eyes. Dean wasn't sure whether that was a sign of her being pissed, or she was just ashamed of facing him. Griping onto the cloth he was using to wipe up his mess, Dean stood up and took a step backwards as Jenny finally lifted her face to his.

"What are you doing?" asked Jenny abruptly, her eyes lingering on the washcloth in his hands.

Dean looked at her carefully, trying to read her. After Sam had left the room, he had felt the teeniest remorse set in, and he had decided he could be a good sport and clean up the floor. Then as he gazed at the folded clothes Jenny had left in the bed, he shrugged and figured he could get to that too. Maybe then Jenny would see it wasn't that he didn't take her efforts into consideration. Hell…it was just he'd never really thought about it that much.

But as he looked at her blank expression, he didn't think he could read any gratefulness. He frowned. He's just spent half an hour cleaning up just for her, and she didn't see that? That's what I get for being a house mouse…last time I ever pull that off for her… He put his feet apart and gave her a hard and proud look. "Nothin'," was his gruff reply.

Jenny took a few steps forward and her eyes went from the bed which was now cleared of clothes to the washcloth in Dean's hands. She frowned slightly as she tilted her head at him and observed, "You were cleaning." Then she lifted her eyebrows in obvious surprise. "And you put away the clothes."

"Yeah…" he huffed. "Contrary to popular belief I am not a slob," Dean retorted sarcastically in an effort to keep the upper hand. He wasn't about to give in…hey, he'd just cleaned for her… it was her turn to thank him. Now maybe…maybe…if she thanked him properly he would tell her it was all right. But first she had to apologize for being such a pain in the ass.

But Jenny didn't thank him. She just closed the door and sat quietly on the bed, her eyes glued on him. As her soft grey eyes searched his penetratingly, Dean squirmed uncomfortably. This was definitely not going to the way he had expected it to. He had envisioned her bubbling up with praises and thanking him profusely for his hard work. Women…go figure.

He looked at her sulkily, feeling like he was loosing some battle and started, "And don't even think for a minute that I did it 'cause you told me to—"

He was caught off abruptly as Jenny suddenly doubled up in laughter. He fumed. This really was the last straw…so now she was laughing at him? Hell…he'd show her who was boss around here….that was the last time he so much as lifted a finger to do chick's work.

"All right, that's it," Dean growled as he stormed past the bed where Jenny was trying to stifle her laughter.

"Oh no, you don't," suddenly snapped Jenny as she got to her feet. The no-nonsense tone in her voice made Dean pause in his steps despite himself and look at her.

"What!?" Dean barked.

"If you even think you're gonna get off that easy you've got another thing coming to you," she retaliated.

Dean jut his chin out and opened his mouth to retort but he gasped instead when Jenny grabbed him unexpectedly by the lapels of his checkered shirt and slammed him against the wall nearest to him. Looking down at her in shock he hesitated about brushing her aside, but was spared the decision making when Jenny reached up and pulling his face down with her hands, she kissed Dean hard on the mouth. Dean stiffened up slightly, but soon started responding, only to have Jenny pull away, making Dean protest.

"What the—"

"Shut up," responded Jenny simply as her arms encircled his waist and stroking his broad back she kissed him again, this time passionately…searchingly. Dean responded eagerly to the kiss, any previous annoyance melting away. As they inevitably pulled away to catch their breaths a few seconds later, Jenny pressed her body as close to his as possible and looked in his eyes with a quiet look. Then she smiled softly.

"You're such a lovely specimen of the male species," she drawled out seductively.

Dean smirked and finally getting his senses back, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. Then he grinned. This was the kind of 'thank you' he liked.

***

"So anyway, I finally got a chance to start talking to folks about our first victim," Sam commented as he ate the creepy looking sandwich that lay in front of him. He and Dean were in the Telvista cafeteria during lunch break. Sighing, Sam looked at his sandwich in distaste and watched Dean with interest, as he saw Dean simply 'dig' into his own without much care about its culinary state. Apparently Dean wasn't a picky eater.

Hardly taking the time to gulp down, Dean responded with a mouthful of ham and bread. "Yeah?"

Sam rolled his eyes and looked away from Dean. He hated when Dean did that. Is chewing with your mouth shut really that difficult? "Yeah," Sam continued after a second of silence. He then launched a minute detail of a conversation he had had in the last hour with the guy he sat next too. As he was finishing up, two blonde stick thin girls walked up and giggled as they looked Sam and Dean over. Seeing Dean dressed up with the sloppy and messy attire of a typical janitor, they rolled their eyes and made their advance toward Sammy boy.

With a wicked grin on her face, the girl on the right winked at Sam slightly. "Would it bother you too much if my friend and I joined you for lunch?"

Dean grinned companionably and pulled out the chair closest to him, making Sam lift an eyebrow at him. His eyes clearly telegraphed over to Dean none too subtly, 'What would Jenny say?!' Too which Dean's response was a roll of the eyes and a slight jut of his chin toward him.

"Oh," voiced Sam in annoyance. Now he got it. Dean was playing the good older brother card, trying to get him laid. Smooth.

"Excuse me?" asked the second girl as she took the seat next to Sam.

"Uh, nothing," Sam responded quickly as he took a sip of water. "I'm Sam. And this is Dean, my brother," he added for clarity, as he noticed the look they kept shooting toward Dean's attire. He couldn't help but suppress a slight smile.

"Your brother?!" asked the first girl, shock written all over her face.

"Shocking I know," Dean put in sarcastically. He couldn't help but feel a slight prick in his pride at the look they gave him, obviously not into the whole 'janitor' thing.

Choosing to ignore him, they refocused their attention on Sam.

"Well, I'm Mary Kate," the first one smiled.

"And I'm Ashley," the second one added for second measure, not wanting to be left out.

Dean sputtered in his coke, making Ashley raise an eyebrow at him suspiciously. Dean recovered quickly and chocked back a laugh. "You freaking kidding me?"

They glared at him. Ashley bridled up ever so perceptively. "No," was her icy response.

"I'm sorry," Sam put in, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice as well. "My brother can be slightly childish at times." He smiled slightly, his dimples soothing their way into both of the girl's hearts.

Mary Kate sighed perceptively, giving Sam her best adoring look as she leaned her arms on the table. "You have the cutest wavy hair," she oozed out, making Sam turn two shades darker of red.

"Yeah, Sam puts his hair in curlers every night," Dean put in innocently as he smiled brightly.

***

So far the facts were these. Sam and Dean had reached the conclusion that there seemed to be no pattern in the disappearances, except for the fact that some of victims seemed to have been slightly disturbed. But as Dean had pointed out, most of the people working there were disturbed one way or another. It seemed call centers were the best places to find the strangest assortment of human beings you could possibly imagine. That said, both brothers felt safe discarding either spirits or even demonic possession. Because after Dean had bone through the entire building like a comb without either sign or trace of a smudge of sulfur, little doubt was left in their minds that they were dealing with something else. The question now was what. Once you ruled out demons and spirits, very little was left.

It looked like the time to be creative had come. After planning it out, Dean and Sam decided to take advantage of Wednesday, the one day of the week, where Dean worked in later than the rest of the janitors. It was the perfect chance to take a peek throughout the security cameras and see if they could see anything weird or 'funny' going on. After getting their gig packed up, they headed to the call center. If these supernatural disappearances were keeping in schedule, they figured the stakes for finding the one to blame were pretty high. Tonight, they would be able to get a better idea of what the hell was going on.

Because tonight was exactly two weeks since the last disappearance.

***

"Ok, so now that we have a full view into the rest of the building all we gotta do is sit back and sit tight," Sam commented as he and Dean settled back for the night in the camera room. After Dean had successfully knocked out the night watchman and tied him up securely just in case, they were now able to survey the different rooms with about 10 seconds of intervals.

"Yep," Dean responded as he shifted in his seat and opened a beer with his teeth.

Sam rolled his eyes at him and sniffed. "Dean! Really?"

Dean lifted his eyebrows, took a sip and licking his lips finally responded. "What?" he asked innocently with a light shrug.

Sam pointed to the bottle in his hands. "We're supposed to be working a case, Dean…"

"Yeah, well, you work your side of the case the way you want to, and I'll work my end of the case the way I want to." He flexed his broad shoulders and concentrated his gaze back into the security camera.

Sam gave up in defeat with a slight shrug and glued his eyes on the screen in front of them as well. Being later at night, very few agents were still working, since fewer were needed to cover the night shift. All in all, there couldn't have been more than thirty, spread out through the building, giving the place an almost desolate look. Suddenly, Sam stiffened in his seat, as a familiar face met his eyes.

"Well, lookie here!" Dean interjected with a chuckle, as he saw a pretty girl twiddling with her head seat as if it was a toy. Apparently bored from the lack of calls, she was pacing around her cubicle, since no one else was on the late shift with her in her department. "You got good looking broads here, Sammy boy."

Sam rolled his eyes and grimaced at Dean. "Shut up."

Dean looked at Sam in slight surprise. "What did I say?"

"Nothing," Sam muttered. "Never mind." He knew Dean couldn't help being Dean. And he also knew Samantha was stunning. Because that was the girl Dean had just seen a few seconds ago.

They didn't talk for a few minutes, until the camera showed them the section where Samantha was working once again. Only this time Samantha seemed to have gotten wound up or at least hyperactive because she was actually dancing in her little corner, in a slow rhythmic kind of move that surprised even Sam.

"Man, that chick's crazy!" Dean remarked with an appreciative look at her.

"Apparently," Sam muttered more to himself, as he tried to hide a bemused smile behind his hand.

"She rocks!" Dean chuckled as she disappeared as the 10 second interval passed and the camera shots switched to the other rooms.

Sam simply smiled lightly.

Soon after, when she reappeared in the screen, she was still dancing slowly, apparently quite in the groove, making Dean get dreamy eyed and start jabbering nonsense, Dean-like.

"Dude, maybe we could get her to give us a private lap dance or something," Dean whispered as he slapped Sammy on the shoulder, without taking his eyes of the screen.

"I'd just love to have Jenny's take on that," was Sam's sole reply, making Dean blink as he slowly came back to reality.

Dean took another sip of his beer and choosing to ignore that last statement, continued, "I mean, she's something to look at all right. I bet she could do all kinds of stuff around a fireman's pole too…you know…maybe get her a fireman outfit and some killer red boots…"

Sam rolled his eyes once more. "Dude, you're confusing porn with reality again."

***

After about half an hour of boring themselves to death in front of the screen, with brief intervals of nonsense from Dean, a man showed up, walking slowly, yet purposely toward the aisle where Samantha was working at. Not recognizing him, Sam sat up straighter, trying to get a better look at his face. As the man's face unexpectedly turned toward the camera, thus enabling Sam to get a good look at his eyes, Sam's eyes opened wide.

"Dude! Did I see what I think I saw?" Sam exclaimed as he shot up from his chair. He ran his hand through his hair as he waited for the screen to return once more to Samantha.

"Uh…it all depends on what you think you saw…" Dean returned hesitantly.

As the camera once more returned to Samantha's aisle, Sam pointed desperately to the man who was now only two feet away from her. "His eyes, Dean! Look at his eyes!"

Focusing into his face, Dean whistled as he noticed what Sammy was talking about.

"Dude, we gotta get over there before he hurts her or something!" Sam panicked as he started toward the door, with Dean not far behind.

***

"Hey, Samantha," breathed out the mysterious young man as he stepped directly in front of her.

Taking a brief look at him and recognizing him as one of the guys from the AllConnect department, the one from the floor above hers, she frowned at him. "Jack, what are you doing down here? This isn't even your floor."

Jack smiled at her and stepped even closer, making Samantha feel like the idea of personal space had never been introduced to him. "You look good, babe," he responded as he reached for her face, but Samantha slapped it away smartly and disengaging herself from the head seat that was resting around her neck, she tried to step away from him, but ended up tripping on one of the chairs that was close to her.

"Just back off freak!" Samantha screamed as she tried to get up on her feet.

At the word 'freak', however, Jack's face turned a shade darker, and he literally pounced on her, pinning her to the floor, holding both of her wrists high above her face, making it hard for her to put up a good fight. "Don't call me that!" he hissed to her.

"Samantha!" Sam screeched as he ran down the aisle where she was, and delivering an expert punch on Jack's side, Jack lost his balance, making him loosen his hold on Samantha.

Dean, who was right behind his little brother looked at Sam with confusion, as he realized that he actually knew the girl. He wondered briefly why Sam hadn't said so awhile ago.

"Get him off me, Sam!" Samantha huffed as she managed to loosen one hand and started working on wriggling her way out of his hold.

Sam pulled Jack off, but Jack effortlessly seemed to rid himself of Sam, as he threw a strong punch that made Sam fall on his back, making Dean rush to the rescue and finally succeed in pinning Jack to the ground. Sam soon got up and helping to grab onto Jack, Samantha managed to get to her feet and backing away, too freaked out to bother wondering how Sam had turned out from the middle of nowhere.

"Oh my God, Sam…what got into him?"

Looking from Sam to the pretty girl beside them, Dean frowned. "You two know each other!?"

Noticing Dean for the first time, Samantha looked at Dean with surprise, then back at Sam. "Isn't he one of the janitors?" she finally asked in recognition.

"Uh…yeah…" Sam nodded. "He's also kinda my brother."

"You're kidding me…" Samantha said.

"Kinda?!" retorted Dean as his head whipped back to the two onlookers. But that was a mistake, because by temporarily distracting himself, Jack used this opportunity to throw a smart hook at Dean's chin, making Dean loose his balance. In less time than it takes to tell the story, Jack had made his run.

"Shit!" cursed Dean as he got back on his feet. "Allright, that does it Sam…I'm gonna kill him myself with my own two hands!"

Sam started to follow Dean, but was stopped when Samantha grabbed onto his sleeve.

"Would you mind telling me what the hell is going on here!?" she fumed. "What got into him any way?" she pointed in the direction that Jack had left and rubbed her forehead with her other hand. Then pausing, she looked back up at Sam and looked at him keenly, with something akin to suspicion. "And what the hell are you and…and what's his name," she pointed at Dean, "doing here at this time of night? What's this all about, anyway?"

"Hey," sniffed Dean in annoyance, "It's Dean. DEAN."

"Whatever," Samantha retorted stiffly. "Sam?" she demanded with an arched eyebrow, as she placed her hands on her hips. "I think you owe me one hell of an explanation."

Looking from Samantha to Sam, Dean pursed his lips and shrugged. Apparently these two knew each other a lot more than Sam was letting onto. "Make that two one hell of an explanations," Dean added.

Sam exhaled loudly and rolled his eyes. "Ok, look, I know this is hard to believe, but you have to trust me on this—"

"Are you crazy or something? You're not making any sense," Samantha interjected with a grimace, not having the slightest idea of what he was talking about.

"Ok, fine," Sam conceded in defeat. You want to know that bad, you're gonna know… "Look, that was not Jack…it was only something that looked a lot like him."

Samantha looked at him dully. "You're insane."

Dean chuckled. Here we go again…it never gets old… "Yeah, it's been said," he added out loud as he rubbed the back of his neck, and leaned against the wall. Making a motion toward Sam to continue, he crossed his arms, bent on enjoying this.

Choosing to ignore Dean, Sam continued, looking earnest, like only Sam knew how to look. "Look, I know this is hard to understand but the thing is that guy wasn't Jack."

"Then who was he, Sam?" Samantha asked testily. Her nerves were still on end, and Sam wasn't making any more sense than a babbling two year old.

I promise I won't take as long to upload the next chapter! ;)