Bet you weren't expecting a chapter up so soon! lol :) Hope you enjoy! Also, a little unexpected Dean and Jenny action thrown in as well...we're getting close to solving the mystery...

"A shape shifter?" Samantha breathed out from the back seat of the Impala. "You gotta be kidding me…all out of all the things that you could come up with…and you're telling me that guy not only isn't Jack, but that he's a shape shifter?"

Dean and Sam had just had one lengthy and confusing conversation with Samantha, explaining to her what a shape shifter was and what Sam and him were really doing in Telvista, and had convinced her to let them drive her to her house. Apparently, both of them were worried that the shape shifter might try to harm her following to her house. Samantha had acceded to being driven to her house, and now only a block away from home, she was still finding it hard to digest all the information that Sam had just dumped on her.

"Look, I know it sounds crazy…but honestly? There's a lot of things out there that we can't see, but they are out there," Sam added quietly from his co-pilot seat in front, as he leaned back to see Samantha in the eyes.

"Well, we're here," Dean announced to no one in particular as he turned off the engine of the car and casually drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

Without a word, Samantha climbed out the car and slowly started making her way to her house. Sam exited the car and catching up to her, grabbed onto her elbow gently. "Look, I don't mean to push it, but we need to make sure he didn't make it into your house. I'd rather be safe than sorry."

Nodding slowly, as if dazed, Samantha led the way to her front door and opened it slowly for both Dean and Sam to come in. Turning on the light, Dean started making his way in, but Samantha called out to him and said, "Uh, could you guys just try to be quiet… I don't want to wake up—"

Sam turned and opened his mouth to her to ask her who she didn't want to wake up, but let his jaw hanging open as a kid suddenly bounced into the room, making his way toward Samantha with familiarity.

"Mom!" the little boy cried with enthusiasm as he wrapped his tiny arms around her, almost tipping her over, making Samantha laugh softly as she hugged him back.

"I thought you were supposed to be in bed by nine at the latest, sir," she scolded him unconvincingly as she ruffled his light hair playfully.

"I did go to bed," he assured her, "But I couldn't sleep, so I had to get up again," he explained brightly.

Still slightly shocked, Sam coughed, trying to get the attention of Samantha who had obviously forgotten he was still in the room.

Looking up to him, Samantha gave him a tired smile and turning her son around so as to face the two men in her living room, she introduced the little fellow. "Sam, Dean, this is my son, Samuel."

Dean's eyebrow shot up clear to his hairline and he took a step back in shock. "Sister, you gotta be freakin' kidding me!"

Ignoring Dean, Sam chocked back his surprise at meeting yet another Sam, and contented himself with making the intelligent statement of, "I didn't know you had a kid."

Samantha smiled teasingly and shrugged playfully. "I didn't know you had a brother."

"Whose Sam and whose Dean?" asked tiny Samuel as his big eyes scanned the room and he tried to determine who was Sam and who was Dean.

Looking down at him, Sam couldn't help giving a light smile. "I'm Sam." Then pointing to Dean he added, "And that's my brother Dean."

"You wanna stay and play with my Legos?" Samuel asked artfully at what he considered a great opportunity to stay up later than his curfew.

Sam chuckled and shook his head at the imp. "I'm sorry, buddy. Some other time, ok?"

"Promise?" persisted tiny Samuel as he walked over to Sam who had knelt so as to be on eye level with the kid.

Feeling guilty, Samantha intervened. "Samuel, it's not nice to—"

"No, really, it's fine," Sam interrupted to both his and Dean's surprise. Then looking back at tiny Samuel he flashed him a friendly grin. "I'll make a deal with you…you go to bed and don't give your mom any trouble and I'll come back and play with your Legos some other day. Deal?"

"Sure!" Samuel agreed easily as he gave a tiny hop of excitement.

Dean rolled his eyes. It was late and he had a job to do. Pointing toward the rest of the house, he informed them of his intentions of checking out the rest of the house just to be on the safe side. "Good, now if we're done with the moment, we got a job to do." Jerking his thumb toward the stairway, Dean signaled at Sam to get his ass moving.

"Uh yeah…right," Sam snapped back toward reality and after getting a brief nod of permission from Samantha, he made his way upstairs, while Dean finished checking the first floor. Not finding any sign of the shape shifter, Sam reluctantly made his way back to Samantha and told her that if she had any trouble to call him directly. With Dean waiting impatiently outside, Sam explained that he and Dean had to leave, because they had to get back to Dean's girl who was at the motel, and get some rest before they tried their luck tomorrow at finding the shape shifter.

"Now if you see anything…hear anything…you call me and I'll be right over…deal?" Sam asked earnestly, genuinely worried about both of them.

Samantha nodded, trying to keep her cool in front of her kid, Samuel. "Will do," she assured him.

"Sam, get your ass over here, unless you wanna walk all the way back to the motel!" Dean called from inside of the Impala.

Rolling his eyes at Dean, Sam shrugged and Samantha simply chuckled at the crazy pair.

"Thanks, Sam," she added abruptly.

Sam turned to look at her and flashed her his dimpled smile, making Samantha feel her knees get shaky. Sam had the most beautiful and charming smile she had ever seen in a guy before…there was something about it that made you feel calm and assured.

"I'll talk to you later," he assured her, as he walked toward the Impala.

"Call me tomorrow and let me know you're all right?" she asked him as Sam opened the door of the car and entered it.

"Sure," he responded with another one of his charming smiles, making Samantha fall prey to his charms once and forever. She flashed him back with a shy smile, and ignorant of what he had just done, Sam waved at her and closed the door of the car as the hum of the engine met his ears. A few seconds later Dean had made a U-turn and driving back to the motel, Dean gave him a side long glance from the corner of his eyes, with something akin to mischief.

***

"So you gonna ask her out or something?" asked Dean cautiously a few minutes later as he kept his eyes on the road.

Sam 's head snapped towards Dean's direction, then he frowned and turned back his eyes to the road. "What? …no… Whatever gave you that crazy idea?"

Dean cleared his throat. "Uh…well…I mean, she's a hot chick and just thought you two could have some fun together…you know…" Then he smirked and smiled like an impish ten year old. "Don't be such a wussy." he teased Sam in the way older brothers love to do.

Sam snorted. "We're working on a case, Dean."

"Oh, give me a break, Sammy," Dean snorted. "She's a nice chick. What's so wrong about having a little fun?"

Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. Tilting his head as if in thought, he responded quietly, "She's a nice girl, Dean. She probably has tons of guys that want to ask her out."

So that's it…Dean thought to himself. What is it about him that he's so damn insecure? Why do I always have to play Dr. Phil on this dude? Dean rolled his eyes at his kid brother. "Dude, I think she made it pretty clear back there who she had the hots for."

Sam glanced at Dean with something akin to unbelief. "Dean…"

"Hey," Dean cut in pointedly. "All I'm saying is…that wasn't my ass she was checking out back there."

***

After Dean and Sam had arrived at the motel, Sam had gone to rest at his room, and Dean had made his way to his and Jenny's room. Once inside, Jenny mentioned much to Dean's annoyance that she was out of her hormone medication and that she really needed some if it that night. Tired and worn out from the long day's work and coupled with the frustration of having made little headway in getting the shape shifter, Dean was in no mood to go outside again, but he kept his annoyance to himself and just ordered Jenny to lie down or something while he went get her medicine. She offered to go with him, but Dean was adamant on the point of her staying put. He wasn't going to have her get all dizzy or something on the car, when she should be lying down, like the doctor had told her to do when her medical problems started acting up.

Briefly phoning Sam to let him know he was going to the drugstore to get some medicine for Jenny, he hung up and made his way to the Impala and backing out of the motel's parking spot, he made a mental review of where the nearest drugstore was. Finally remembering one that was about 5 minutes away, he turned on Metallica and started singing along to make the trip faster.

***

Jenny had put on her pajamas and was brushing her teeth in the bathroom when a sudden noise from the room made her stop mid air. Spitting out the toothpaste and rapidly rinsing her mouth, she planted her ear on the bathroom door in an effort to hear better. The room seemed eerily quiet, making Jenny's stomach do a flip flop. Grabbing a pocket knife she had left in the sink earlier that day, she slowly opened the door, ready for whatever was out there. She froze as she saw the back of a man who was simply standing upright, staring quietly out the motel's window. Knowing quite well that was neither Dean nor Sam, her fingers tightened around her pocket knife as she struggled to regain her composure. Exhaling softly, she stayed in place as the man turned around slowly to face her, their eyes locking in place.

Gulping she saw the tall, well built man tilt his head as if taking her image in, and she wondered briefly if she was dealing with a demon. The fact that his eyes weren't black yet didn't mean a thing.

"Look…I don't know who you are…or what the hell you are…but you have exactly 3 seconds flat to get out of my room," Jenny said flatly to her unwanted visitor.

The man smiled at her strangely. "Would you believe I'm a friend of Dean?"

Jenny smiled sarcastically. "Nice try."

The next minute, he had lunged at her, but Jenny moved to the side, making the man fall to an undignified heap to the floor. Taking the opportunity to get a better weapon, she made her to way to the bed, where she knew Dean always kept a sharp hunting knife for emergencies. But before she could grab it, the man had gotten back on his feet and had thrown his arms around Jenny, making them both crash onto the bed, with Jenny letting out a shriek, in an effort to get help.

"SAM!" she bellowed, wondering if the walls were thin enough for Sam to hear her, seeing as he was in the adjoining room. The man threw his full weight on her, and sitting on her stomach, he straddled her, while Jenny managed to deliver an expert front jab on the side of his face. "SAAAM! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!"

"Shut up," hissed the stranger as he gave her a hard slap on her face, making it go numb for a minute. Then he punched her face again, making a small cut on her brow before covering her mouth with his right hand.

Jenny let out a muffled scream from underneath his hand, kicking and punching his side with her free hand all the while. Suddenly, the man got up and flipping her around, he grabbed her and effortlessly threw her across the room.

Crashing into the small table in the corner, Jenny gasped in pain as her body slid of the table into a heap on the floor. Dizzy, she spread out her hands as she struggled to focus on the blurry form of the stranger who made his way toward her again. She opened to her mouth to call out for help once more, but the only thing that came out with a cry of pain as his boot came in contact with her side in a sharp kick. As she wrapped her arm around her abdomen, and gasped trying to regain her breath, the man knelt down beside her.

"Jenny!" came Sam's voice from outside the door. The door had been locked from the inside by the stranger and having heard Jenny's muffled cries from his room, he had rushed to her door. "Jenny, you in there? I'm coming in!"

Turning to the door and hearing Sam trying to kick it open the stranger stroked Jenny's face thoughtfully and shrugged. "I won't be able to take you after all…I don't have enough time to carry you outta here…" that said he opened the motel's window and effortlessly leaped outside, as he made his way into the night. It'll have to be the other girl after all…

***

BANG! went the door as Sammy managed to kick it open on the second try. Scanning the room for any danger, he realized the intruder had managed to make his way out in time. As he stepped inside and noticed the open window, he cursed himself, as he figured that it had probably been the shape shifter who had been following them all the time. Now as to why he had decided to choose Jenny for his next victim was beyond him…

Hearing a slight moan, Sam's head turned into the farthest corner of the room where Jenny's small body lay in a heap. "Jenny! Jenny…hey," Sam puffed out as he reached her side.

Jenny's brow was bleeding and her already usually pale face was now almost transparent. "Have to get help…help…" Jenny mumbled incoherently as she struggled to get up. For some strange reason she felt dizzy…her legs didn't seem to want to cooperate either.

"Here let me help you," Sam offered as he gently reached for her arm only to have his helping hand slapped away as Jenny looked at him with a hint of distrust, her panic stricken face not quite registering her surroundings. Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise at her hostile actions but he didn't let that stop him. "Hey, it's ok, Jenny…it's me, Sam."

Jenny's wide open eyes were bloodshot ad from her face upward position on the floor, she moved her arms to the sides in an effort to get up by herself.

She's shaking…Sam observed as he saw that her arms were trembling all too visibly. Seeing her get up and take a step backward, Sam noticed she was breathing hard, almost as if she were on the verge of whimpering. Only he wasn't sure it was from pain or shock. Taking a good look at her glazed eyes, Sam decided she was in shock. Which would explain why she didn't seem to register his presence. Where the hell are you, Dean?! Sam fumed as he realized he was going to have to try to calm her down until he could get Dean to settle her down. Personally, Sam had never seen Jenny like this before, which only made him hesitate as to what the best course of action would be.

"Ok, Jenny, listen…everything is going to be fine…you're all right…" he crooned softly while he tentatively grabbed her left upper arm.

"Let me go…don't touch me!" Jenny shrieked out to Sam's surprise. Tugging her arm free from Sammy grasp, she suddenly found her strength, and bolted for the entrance of the room, with Sammy not far behind.

"Jenny, calm down!" Sam lifted his voice in an effort to he heard as he easily caught up with her from behind and grabbing hold of her by the waist with one arm, he struggled to grab hold of her free arms that were now intent on pummeling his restraining arm on her stomach.

"I want to go…don't touch me…stop it!" Jenny wheezed out, completely out of it by now. She wasn't too sure where she was, and the only thing she seemed to remember was the fact that some creep had tried to hurt her. She struggled to detach herself, but her pursuer had gotten hold of one of her wrists, and her only free hand didn't seem to be of much use to her. Desperate, she lifted one of her legs and started kicking one of Sam's legs, making him grunt in pain.

"What the—"breathed out a husky voice, making Sam's head whip around and sigh in relief. Dean was finally here. Maybe now he can knock some sense into Jenny's head…

"What the hell are you doing?!" Dean growled as he saw Jenny's struggling and gasping form caught up in Sam's bulking arms. Stepping up to them, he reached as if to punch Sam, but froze, as he caught Jenny's wild look. He gulped…her eyes…it was the same look she had gotten on that painful night when…

"Dean, help me get her calmed down!" Sam's loud broke into Dean's thoughts. "Dean!"

"Ok…that's it…shows over," Dean growled as he grabbed her legs, and they started heading toward the bed inside their room that was a few feet away. "What the hell happened back there, Sam!" He puffed in exertion as Jenny kicked and struggled and did a pretty good job of putting up a good fight. "What's wrong with her?! Why doesn't she recognize us?!"

"She's in shock, Dean," replied Sam as they reached the grassy plot near the Impala and they put her down on the ground. "We need to make her calm down before she hurts herself." His brow was furrowed in worry, as he felt his heart break at the sight of her. "As long as we hold her still, she's gonna give out eventually. The sooner she gets tired out, the sooner we can reason with her."

Dean was straddling her and had pulled her arms above her head, and Sam had grabbed her ankles firmly, thus preventing just about any kind of movement.

"Jenny, snap outta this…you're fine…"Dean grit out as he felt cold shivers go down his spine. Oh God…what the hell am I supposed to do? He looked at her stupidly, to afraid to do anything else but just hold her arms still.

"I don't want to...don't touch me…" Jenny kept rambling on. "Let go off me, please!" Then she abruptly quieted down, as if finally getting tired from the useless struggle.

"Jenny, I'm not gonna hurt you," Dean whispered in a tight voice as he tried to shove down any emotion. "I'm just trying to keep you from hurting yourself."

Breathing rapidly, Jenny's face suddenly crumpled up and she whimpered.

"Oh God…" Dean muttered as he felt a lump form in his throat. He could handle Jenny's hysteria, but if it was one thing that broke him apart was seeing her sob in front of his eyes. He didn't think he could take that.

"I think our shape shifter paid her a visit," Sam finally mentioned quietly. Noticing that she was tired out from her struggle, Sam slowly released her legs, and sighed in relief as she didn't use the opportunity to try to wriggle herself out. "Dean, I think she's a little calmed down…uh…maybe you should just…uh…"

"What?" barked Dean almost savagely without even turning around. His eyes were glued on Jenny, who except for the occasional whimper, was now deathly quiet.

"Dean, just talk to her…I mean…I don't know…she's your girl…just let her know you're here…'cause I don't think she's fully here yet…" Sam tripped over his words as he moved beside Dean and looked at her eyes which were fixed beyond them. It was obvious she was still in shock, only now she didn't have the strength to fight back. "Maybe if you just hold her she'll recognize you," he suggested, seeing that now she was calmed down enough for Dean to be able to try that.

"Thank you, Dr. Phil," snapped Dean. But he got off from Jenny and gathered her in his arms, just the same.

Realizing Dean could take it from here, Sam got up and walked a little way off, to give them some privacy. He knew Dean wouldn't be able to talk to Jenny like she needed to unless he was alone.

"Hey…" Dean murmured softly. "You with me, kid?" He was on his knees and he had one arm around her shoulders, pressing her against his chest, as his other hand gingerly made its way to the back of her head. His eyes darted from the gash on her forehead to her now vacant eyes, and he exhaled as her eyes slowly seemed to focus, a wave of recognition flooding slowly through her face.

She gulped and slowly fixed her eyes on Dean's face which was barely a few inches away from her own. She grimaced and closed her eyes, as a wave of dizziness seemed to pass and she suddenly came to the realization that she could feel both Dean's hot breath and his strong arms around her. Opening her eyes ever so slowly, she sucked in her breath through her already parted lips and tried to focus. The last thing she remembered was trying to free herself from a guy she hadn't even seen sneak up on her, and after that…well…things were kinda hazy…

"Dean?" Jenny asked in a raspy voice as she finally registered his presence fully. "What the hell happened?"

For a response Dean chocked back a laugh of relief and he tightened his arms around her in a vice like grip like he had a habit of doing whenever something had gone wrong and he had freaked out. "Welcome back, chuckles," Dean breathed out as he loosened his hold slightly on her and he wiped off some of the blood from her brow. "Looks like you put up quite a fight back there," he added soberly as he realized that he had almost gotten there too late.

"Dean, I didn't see him…it just…happened so fast," she whimpered despite herself. Now that she was safe in Dean's arms, the water works seemed to want to turn on. She tried to choke back her tears but despite her efforts a few tears slipped down her cheek making Dean squirm uncomfortably.

"Did he hurt you?" Dean blurted out then mentally slapped himself as he saw the already dried blood on her face. "Sorry…stupid question," he mumbled as he gently helped her to her still slightly wobbly feet. "You good?" he asked her uncertainly, still holding on to her arms.

"Yeah…sure," Jenny breathed out as she wiped off her tears and Dean let go off her.

Standing in front of each other, Dean looked down at Jenny and he felt frozen in place, his arms awkwardly at his sides. Jenny for her part balled her fists and she shivered, not wanting to ask Dean to hold her for fear he would think she was a baby. Then she rolled her eyes at herself as she decided that she didn't give a damn what Dean thought. She wanted a hug and she was going to get one.

"Oh, what the hell…" was all Dean heard before she took a step towards him and practically threw herself in his arms, circling his waist and clinging to him as her hands gripped his shirt, in an effort to feel as close to him as possible.

At first taken little by surprise, Dean soon shook that off and he gently wrapped his arms around her. He too had wanted to hold her, but he hadn't had the nerve to do it. But now that she had made it clear to him that she needed him, he had no problem complying. "It's ok," was Dean's sole reply. "Every thing is gonna be just fine."

"You always say that," Jenny muttered a bit rebelliously. "You don't know that—"

"You trust me?" Dean cut in.

Jenny blinked back a tear and tried to answer without sounding like a sobbing puppy. "In theory…" came the crisp reply as she tried to get a grip on herself. She hated that she had acted like a little fool.

Dean rolled his eyes. "All right then…as long as you're with me, nobody's gonna hurt you. I've got your back and Sammy's never far behind."

"Even you can't be with me every minute of every day," Jenny replied in a small voice. God she was screwed…no matter how long ago it had been, she still hurt the same.

"Maybe not but I can damn well try," Dean retorted as he pulled her closer.

***

Both Sam and Dean had taken care to not let Jenny know just how bad she had freaked out them, and now Dean and Sam were watching TV inside Dean's and Jenny's room. Jenny had insisted she wanted to take a shower and Sam had ended up watching some sort of a rerun of Rambo with Dean while she did that.

"She's still broken up inside," Dean blurted out abruptly. "She has nightmares…sometimes…wakes up wet with sweat and crying her eyes out." His gaze was fixed on the floor and his lips curled into a sneer. "That son of a bitch that hurt her may be out of circulation, but that doesn't give me back the kid I knew before."

Sam sat down on the bed beside Dean and looked at him with compassion. He'd never really asked whether or not Jenny was over the rape or not, but he hadn't imagined that Jenny's nights were marked by those kind of incidents. He had just sort of assumed that she was much better and that she was doing fine with Dean. But now that Dean mentioned this, he finally understood why it was that Dean always seemed to stick like glue to Jenny's side when they were out on the streets.

"I'm sorry, Dean," he finally said, mad at himself that he couldn't say something to make things better.

"Yeah…whatever," Dean replied harshly as he smiled thinly and fingered the remote control in his hands.

"At least she has you, Dean. You do a good job of taking care of her."

Dean snorted. "Like today?" he retorted sarcastically. He felt like a picking a fight with someone, and he wasn't too picky about who he did it with. Just as long as he could get all this anger out of his system.

"Dean," Sam replied gently, "All she got was a bad scare and a small cut. If it hadn't been for you, it could have been a lot worse."

Dean sighed and ran his hand through his face as he massaged his temples. Already he could feel the adrenaline rush slowly receding. "That's just it. I shouldn't have left her alone. She wouldn't even have gotten scared if I had been there from the start. That son of a bitch wouldn't have even gotten close—"

"Dean, cut it out…you went to get her medicine. Now unless you've developed the supernatural power of teletransporting stuff, I don't see how you were going to get it." He looked at Dean and tried to decipher what was going on in Dean's head. His noncommittal face didn't reveal whether or not he was still busy blaming himself or not. "Dude, I mean it…you gotta stop blaming yourself about everything. You can't protect everybody in this world." He stopped, seeing that Dean was currently busy watching his shoes, to all appearances a million miles away. "Talk to me, man…at least tell me what you think."

"I think you're a pain in the ass," quipped Dean without even bothering to look up.

Sam snorted and smiled despite himself. "Well…I guess I'm gonna have to stay and be a pain in the ass then."

"Thanks," blurted Dean out abruptly finally raising his eyes from the floor.

"Don't mention it."

Is Samantha the shape shifters next victim?? Will Winchesters figure it out in time so as to save her?? And did Sam really mean it when he promised he would go back to play Legos with tiny Samuel??

Well you know the answer to that one...stay tuned! Same channel...same story! :)