I'm running, so fast. My bare feet bloody and aching, but I keep running, always running. The small bundle in my arms crying as I look back, seeing the outline of the spiky haired figure, I cling tighter to her, to my baby. I stumble to a stop as I hit something hard in my way. I look up into dim green eyes, a toothy, side grin and tangled blond hair. I want to scream, to run, but I'm to traumatized to do anything but shake with unearthed horror "hey Angel face, you miss me?" he says slyly, "Freddy!" I gasp.

I jolt up right in the darkness, cold sweat soaking my night shirt. As my eyes adjust I take a look around, recognizing the two sleeping men in the two beds on the wall opposite, one snoring lightly and the other murmuring ever so. I stand on shaky legs and creep over to the murmuring brother, as I reach his bed I wipe at my salty, wet cheeks and shake his shoulder "Sammy?" I whisper and he starts to rouse and asked groggily "Jackie? What is it? What's wrong?" he takes a look at my scared, shaking form "oh my god Jackie are you ok?" he bolts up, taking my quivering shoulders and I attempt to smile "I guess. I had this nightmare and…can I sleep with you?" I ask in a shaky voice, my eyes scared and hopeful "of cause, but I think you should change first." he smiles slightly and reaches for his bag, pulling out an old blue flannel shirt. I smile gratefully as I pull the wet shirt off, showing my white girl boxers and bra, I look up to him as I take the shirt, seeing him look over my porcelain skin. I bite my lip lightly as his eyes meet mine and I start buttoning the shirt.

We climb into the bed and I snuggle into his warm, gray cotton covered, chest, "thanks Sammy" I smile as he raps a protective arm around my waist "for what?" I look up at him with heavy eyes "if I'd have woken Dean and said 'I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you' he'd've laughed, then done that eyebrow thing." he laughs lightly "but you wouldn't do that. You'd do what you did. Be nice and caring, make sure I'm ok, then tuck me in!" I smiled as I readjusted myself on his chest comfortably "thanks for being Sammy." I sigh as I drift into sleep, the scent of cinnamon and green apples soothing me, Sam's smell, he smells like Chrisman.

The next day I wake to the sound of a load voice "what the fuck?" I blink away the sleep, lifting my head slightly to see Dean looking at the scene before him, catching fly's and wide eyed. I then feel warm breath on my neck, strong arms circling my middle and long muscular legs tangled with my short toned ones. I sigh and quickly lay back into the pillow, shuffling back into the warmth of the body behind me "Dean calm down. It's not what you think." mutters the sleepy voice behind me "yeah sure, looks like it!" states an unconvinced Dean. I grab the pillow from under my head and throw it at him "shut up and go get breakfast! Pancakes!" I order, he raises his hands in defeat "ok, I'll give you love birds some alone time, I'll be back in a hour. Be done by then!" and leaves with a grin. I roll over to be met with sleepy, but sparkling, emerald green eyes, with small specks of blue. I smile at him and say "thanks for last night" he smiles back weakly "don't mention it." we untangle ourselves and I shout "shower dibs!" with a smile. Rolling over him to get to the shower, I couldn't help but notice his morning hard on and the grown as I rolled over it. I smile cheekily as I get my stuff and stop at the shower door turning back with a mischievous glint "I'll be a while! So you can take care of your morning friend." I can see his blush and giggle lightly as I head for my shower.

Later that day as we sit in some crappy dinner, eating and looking for our next case, I can feel Deans eyes on us and blurt "for gods sake Dean will you stop it already! We told you nothing happened!" he leans in and asks "so why where you in Sam's bed this morning, huh?" Sam huffs in annoyance next to him "we told you, she had a bad dream, that's all!" he nods in suspicion "yeah, whatever you say!" getting really pissed, I throw a fry at him and he looks to me, seemingly upset "hey!" he shouts as he shoves the offending fry into his mouth "for the last time, nothing…happened! And if it we did do it, you wouldn't be in the same room." I try to reason, but it backfires "Ah-ha! So something is going on!" I dip my head in frustration "for the love of…you know what, yeah, we're did it, ok! We had mind blowing crazy money sex and you slept right through it!" he grins and Sam yells "Jackie!" I roll my eyes and sigh "what? We both know that no matter how innocent or how many times we explain last night, he'll still be convinced we had sex! We cant win here Sammy!" he groans, knowing I'm right and turns to Dean "I screwed her brains out." he sighs and Dean jumps, punching the air "I knew it!" I laugh to this and look to Sam, we shrug our shoulders and continue eating, ignoring Deans false victory.

We haven't found a case, so decide to make a night of it, take a brake for once. We walk into the local bar, in the latest, small, no-where's-Ville, Minnesota. It's relevantly quite, but then it's only 9:30pm, as Dean come back to the table with a round of beer's I whine "Dean! I asked for a coke, you know I'm underage." he kicks me under the table "shut up! You tryin to get us thrown out?" Sam takes his beer and snarks "you tryin to get us arrested?" I smile as Dean makes a face to his younger brother "bitch!" and Sam bites "jerk!" then Dean turns back to me "look Jackie, your only young once, and I know you've got'a be good an all for Annie's sake, but news flash, Annie's with Bobby. So for once just let loose!" I look to Sam and say "if I go drunk crazy, I'm trusting you to get me back to the motel in one piece" he nods as I take the beer, much to Dean's pleasure "alright lets get this party started!" he shouts as he takes a long swig of the beer.

Four beer's, two shots and a martini later and I'm feeling light headed, a warm tingle rubbing my insides, I sit with Sam as we go for our third shot and laugh as I beat him, slamming the shot glass down "your getting good at this?" he chuckles and I smile at him, but his expression changes as he looks over my shoulder. I follow his site line to the bar, to see Dean chatting up a pretty blond. I turn back with a frown, as I examine the majority of girls in the rundown bar "what's wrong?" asks a concerned Sam and I shrug "nothing" but cave as I look him in the eye "ok, it's jus…look at these girls! Their tall and skinny an tan an b-utiful , then look at me, am a short ass, not all skinny, corpse!" I stammer, he laughs and says "don't be stupid! Your perfect!" I rest my head in my hand as I look to him "really? Your not jus sayin that?" he scoffs and leans in "of course not. Jackie look, you may not be a tanned, giant stick that passes for pretty these days, but you are beautiful, just being you." I rest my head on his shoulder and smile "aaww Sammy! You're a sweetie!" just then, as I lift my head, a fiery haired, tan, stick, girl was standing at the table, smiling seductively to Sam "hey, honey, you wanna take your sis home and have some fun!" she says slyly, knowing full well I ant his sister. I glare at her, wanting nothing more than to set her on fire "sorry, but am here with my girlfriend!" Sam replies calmly, but with a hint of aggression. The red head looked at me and laughed "oh baby, you can do so much better! So last chance, ditch the brat!" I go to stand and scream at her, but he beats me to it, minus the standing "the only brat I see here is you, and no offence, but I like my women with some class and self respect, not cheep, over tanned twigs. Sorry" she stands gob smacked and walks off in a bitch fit rage.

I smirk at the tall man next to me "I cant believe you jus did tat for me?" I slur, he smiles and shrugs "bitch had it comin! Come on lets get you back." I pout and complain "but I want another!" he stands and laughs "not happening. You trusted me to get you back if you got drunk, well, your drunk!" I giggle and smirk "well your gorgeous an sweet an Sammy. Why cant all guys be like Sammy?" I question as I shuffle out of the booth "because most guys are asses." he smiles. As I reach the end of the booth I fall, but he catches me "whoa! My head feels all tingly." I groan as he holds me up. In one swift movement he picks me up bridal style and I giggle "Whoa, Fun!" he smiles down at me as we start walking and I shout "Dean!" making half the bar turn to us, as we reach him he gives Sam a questioning look, then smirks "looks like someone had one to many" I attempt to smack him, but fail, hitting the air "you're not a Sammy, your an ass! Right Sammy?" I smile, rapping my arms around his neck, my head resting on his shoulder "don't ask. Look she's pretty smashed, an I promised her I'd get her back safe" I lift my head and nuzzle his neck "coz your sweetie Sammy!" I proclaim, Dean smiling with a shake of his head and the blond looking confused.

We took a cab back to the motel, as we walk in I flop onto the closest bed and attempt to take my sneakers off "Sammy help!" I plead, he bends in front of me and gently takes off my sneakers and socks, as I attempt to unto my jeans. He chuckles and says "let me" I sit back and watch as he undoes the button and quickly pulls down the zip, then goes to my feet and lightly pulling on the denim, taking them off slowly as not to hurt me. I smile up at him as I lay in my t-shirt and crimson boy shorts that read "Eat Me!" in the centre of a ice cream. I look up to him, eyebrows raised, and smile "I thought they'd be funny." he smiles back as he pulls the quilt from under me "there cute" he says, but I don't hear it as sleep takes over and a blanket is thrown over me.

I wake up hours later, it's still dark, and run to the bathroom, my head is pounding and I feel like crap. As I finally walk out, I see the clock on the wall, 4:13am, and Sam sitting with his laptop, which he quickly closes and moves his hand from under the table. I cant help but smile "don't worry Sammy, I'm just getting some aspirin" I announce as I walk over to my bag and pull out a small bottle, downing two pills dry "no sign of Dean yet?" I ask walking over to him and he says "nope, not yet!" and I whine "good, coz if I see him today I might actually kill him! You'd help me bury the body, right?" he chuckles lightly "sure" I stand and go back over to the bed, unconcerned with the eyes that follow me, or my ass. I sigh as I lay back down "wake me when he's back, so I can kill the fucker!" I hear his laugh as I throw the blanket over my head and try to sleep.

I can feel stinging in my eyes and open them to see the sun and wince in pain "fuck!" then roll over seeing Sam at the table, exactly where I left him, my head feels tonus better and I stretch "did you even sleep?" he shakes his head "nah, I can sleep in the car, I got us a case, a couple ate each other in Iowa, Berwick, last night." I shutter as I stand, taking fresh clothes from my bag "I hate cannibalism, makes me cringe. The idea of someone eating someone else, gross!" he smiles as I look over seeing Dean's sleeping form and smirk evilly. I pick up my pillow and creep over to him "Dean wake up!" I shout as I hit him hard with my improvised weapon, he wakes we a jolt of surprise and pain "Jackie what the fuck!" he yells clutching his stomach, Sam laughing loudly from behind us. I take a step back and pick up my clothes "that's for introducing me to beer!" I chirp happily and skip over to Sam, placing a small, sweet kiss on his smooth, yet rough cheek, he looks shocked and I explain "thanks for last night, for taking care of me and stuff. You really are a sweetie Sammy." he smiles as I bounce happily over to the bathroom "dude, you two are so doin it!" I hear Dean say as I close the door and get ready for our newest case.