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A/N: Hey guys. I'm sorry. I know I said I would have this chapter up last week but I had a family emergency. My grandpa, who had been sick for a while, started getting worse so my family spent the week at his house taking care of him. He sadly passed away, but I was lucky enough to spend his last days with him. He was a great man and grandfather that will be missed by many. In his honour I named this chapter after one of his favourite songs, which is by Van Morrison.

Thanks again to my beta Jade.

Into The Mystic

"Get the door!" Dean yells from the bathroom. I sigh as I sit up from my laying position and place the remote control on the nightstand. Whatever happened to the word please? I place my hands on the bed and push myself into a standing position. I walk to the door and look through the peephole. I find the person that I was expecting, but am still shocked that he showed up. I open the door quickly and come face to face with Ethan.

"Hey, I'm glad you came." I say stepping aside to let him in.

He walks through the door looking shy and out of place "Yeah, well it sounded important." His hands are in his pockets and his shoulders are hunched over.

"Yeah…well…" I look around and I am unsure if I should just break it to him. But that leaves the large possibility that he will take off running. I open my mouth to speak when I hear a door open and see Dean come out of the bathroom.

"Is Sam back with the…" He stops when he sees Ethan and looks at me like I am up to something "What is he doing here?"

"He's here to tell me what happen that night." I answer Dean but find myself speaking gently to Ethan. Dean looks at me suspiciously but then turns to Ethan. The pressure must get to him because he starts to fidget.

"Listen, I was really drunk. I don't really remember anything. I think this was a bad idea. I should go." He quickly goes for the door but I step in front of him and grab him by the shoulders.

"Wait. I know that this is hard for you, but you have to tell us everything you know. I know that this sounds crazy, but if you don't…" Oh god. Just pull off the band aid. "people will die." I look deep into his eyes and pray that he doesn't take off.

"What?" he asks with a shaky breath, glancing between me and Dean, nervously.

"You know what I am talking about don't you? You know that I am right." I can see in his eyes that he had his suspicions, but he thought that they were so crazy that he didn't mention it to me. "Listen Ethan, I wish that I could explain everything to you, but we don't have time. You need to tell me everything about that night."

He looks down torn. I bite my lip in anticipation of his reaction. He doesn't look up before turning around and before I can beg him not to leave I notice him sit at the table. I give him a questioning look.

"You gonna join me or not?" He asks motioning to the seat next to him.

"It still doesn't make sense" I say "How is he still here?" My forehead is wrinkled in confusion and my fingers are rubbing my temple to ease the growing head ache. Ethan's story had made it hard to concentrate. I couldn't imagine how scared he must have been. They were being forced to consume enormous amounts of alcohol and then beaten to pulps. I look up and see Dean with the same expression that I have.

"Sam?" I ask as I see him look as if he is starting to put the pieces of this confusing puzzle together. He looks up at me and then to Ethan.

"Ethan, after they beat Trevor you said that you went to help him." Sam says checking his facts. "Did you get any of his blood on you?" He asks and I am still trying to catch up on his theory.

"Yeah" Ethan says sadly "There was so much blood….my shirt was covered." He says trying not to cry.

Sam looks sad but has no time for compassion as he shoots out his next question "Did you throw away the shirt?" I can tell that he means business and I begin to realize the importance of the blood covered shirt.

"Uhhh…" Ethan starts as a tear rolls down his cheek and he quickly wipes it away "I just…I couldn't throw it away. I tried but it felt wrong somehow. It was like I was trying to cover up his death." He takes a shaky breath out and puts his head in his hands.

I give him a look of compassion but then turn my head to Sam "So his blood counts as human remains, right?" I ask quietly.

He nods as he reaches for his coat "Yeah. And we should go take care of it now, before anyone else gets hurt." I nod and walk to the bed and grab my coat.

"We're going to need the shirt." Dean tells Ethan as he stands up "Now"

Ethan looks so confused and lost "What? Why?"

Dean goes to answer but I step in trying to help "It's a long story… but if you want I can explain it to you on the way." I offer a warm smile, trying to make him feel more at ease. Dean and Sam give me a questioning look but I shake my head at them, wiping it off.

He looks back and forth between Dean and I unsure, but nods slightly towards me "Ok" He stands up and grabs his car keys out of his jacket pocket "Just follow us." Ethan tells Sam and Dean as he makes his way to the door.

I follow him outside and make my way to his car as Sam and Dean walk to the Impala "See you guys there" I smile as I get in the passenger seat of the car.

"Wow" Ethan says keeping his wide eyes on the road.

"Trust me, I know"

He looks confused and glances at me quickly "So if we salt and burn the shirt his spirit will be put to rest?"

"Yep" I nod "And then this can all just be a memory."

"Well for some reason I think this might stay with me for a while." He says sarcastically and I smile. I know what it is like to want to use sarcasm to hide your pain. If I knew him better I would tell him not to, but I decide against it. It is a useful defence mechanism, trying to cover up your true emotions with humour. I can see right through the facade, knowing all the signs. It used to be me.

After a few minutes of silence I decide to talk to him "So what grade are you in?" I know that it is an extremely lame question, but it was the first thing that popped into my head.

He smirks "Nice topic starter."

"Shut up" I giggle "I didn't hear you come up with anything."

He nods laughing "Well, I'm a junior."

"Oh, I'm a sophomore" I say and he stares at me surprised "What?" I ask slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, well I just….I thought that you were older than that." He says simply "I mean, I know you don't need a license to hunt ghosts, but I figured you'd be older than sixteen." He says as he shrugs his shoulders.

"Actually" I smile "I'm fifteen" I can't help but laugh at the look of shock that comes across his face. After his shock wears off he joins me in laughter and I can't help but melt into his warm smile. I daze off into very unprofessional thoughts when I realize that the car has stopped. I look up at a beautiful house, if you can even call it a house; it is more like a mini-mansion.

"Wow" I say as I stand up out of the car.

Ethan shuts the door to his car and rests his arms on the roof "Yeah, it came along with the new step-dad."

I smile at his humor "Someone sounds bitter."

He shrugs his shoulders "The way I see it they are always on vacation and I get the house to myself."

"Win, Win" I smile at him and we share a laugh as I notice Dean and Sam pull up in the Impala.

Dean and Sam step out of the car and walk over to us "So you got the shirt?" Dean asks, all business.

"It's in my room, come on." Ethan says motioning for us to follow him. I go to follow but I am pulled back by Sam. Dean looks at him quizzically, but Sam tells him we will be there in a second.

"What's going on Sam?" I ask confused.

He looks around and I can tell this is hard for him to say "Listen Jen, you really shouldn't get too involved with Ethan."

"What" I laugh, but stop when I look up to see his expression hasn't changed "Wait, are you serious?" Now my laugh has turned bitter. Is he really trying to tell me who I can't date? Not that I wanted to date Ethan, but if I did it isn't Sam's business. He isn't my father.

"Jenny" he tries to reason with me, but I am not having it and I rip my arm out of his grasp "No! You can't tell me what to do! You're not my father!" I yell quietly as I turn around towards the house.

He looks incensed as he steps closer to me, trying to talk in a hushed tone. "First of all Jenny, You are my responsibility and second of all, I am just looking out for you!"

"Oh really?" I ask spinning around "Because Ethan is such a terrible guy? Sam I don't need you to protect me from a guy." I give him a glare and put my hands on my hips trying to appear strong and independent.

"I'm not worried about that." He says looking down.

"Then what is this about?!" I ask forcefully. I am getting so frustrated and I just want to get on with the hunt.

"It's just…" Sam starts but has trouble finding the words.

"What?" I sigh, just wanting to get this conversation over with.

"It's just…In this line of work it is a bad idea to get close to people." I look at him puzzled so he continues "If you get close to Ethan and something were to happen to him, I don't think that you could handle it Jenny." He shakes his head softly "After everything with Jess…"

It was like the flip of a switch. I stare at his face filled with sorrow and my stomach starts to feel like a black pit. I go to answer, but when I try to speak nothing happens. I soon realize that I had started crying and words can't form in my choked up throat. After several failed attempts at speaking the pit in my stomach grows bigger and I look back and forth between Sam and the end of the driveway. Sam's looks concerned and he moves towards me to wrap me in a hug. I back up slowly before turning and running.

I hear him yell my name and chase after me, but I keep running. After running for about three miles I come to a halt. I place my hands on my knees and start to sob through my panting.

Sam was right. I couldn't deal with loosing someone again. I wasn't strong enough. How could I ever think that I was strong enough for this? I was too weak to deal with the most basic of emotions after Jess died. How could I expect myself to deal with losing two people?

I control my breathing and stand back up straight. I look around and see that I am near the middle of the town. I know that I can't go back to the motel yet so I decide to look for some dinner. I walk down the side of the road for ten minutes before I find a restaurant.

I don't even pay attention to my surroundings. I just follow the smell of food into the restaurant. I open the doors and look around at the setting. It is an old fashioned bar and grill type restaurant. There is a group of twenty something's sitting at the bar and playing pool. I look down and walk over to a table.

I sit there and look at my hands as I play with a loose string at the bottom of my black v-neck top. I am interrupted by someone tapping me on the shoulder. I look up and expect to see the waitress but I find Ethan.

"Hey" He says smiling warmly.

"What are you doing here?" I ask surprised.

"Oh" He says looking into my eyes "Well your brothers were worried about you so I offered to come and check on you." He smiles at me.

"Why didn't they come?" I ask bitterly.

"I don't know…Something about a ritual." He says and I look at him curiously.

"Why don't they just salt and burn it?"

"Don't ask me." He puts his hands up.

I sigh looking down at my hands "Did they say how long it would take?"

"Nope" he says taking the seat across from me. There is an awkward silence that Ethan decides to break "So do you want to talk about what happened?" He offers.

"Yeah" I laugh dryly "You're exactly who I want to talk to about this. I barely know you." I tell him.

"Fine" He says smiling "We don't have to talk about it. How about you let me buy you a drink?" He smirks standing up.

"What?" I look at him wide eyed "I'm not twenty one. And neither are you." I point at him.

"Yea, but I have this." He pulls out and ID and shows it to me. I laugh at the perfection of his fake ID. It was almost as good as the ones Dean keeps in the front compartment of the Impala. I remember when I found them. There was a selection of ID's for everything you could think of, it was genius. For our profession, you need access to all sorts of things. I made a mental note to ask Sam if I could have my own selection of fake ID's. I would need them in the future; I mean... they can't expect me to wait in the car on every hunt. Bringing my attention back to the boy sitting across from me, I grin slightly before letting out a laugh.

I slow my laughter and look at him skeptically "I don't know if I should."

"Well the way I see it, we both had a shitty day, so how about we drown our sorrows in some beer." He looks at me slyly and I laugh.

"Fine" I concede standing up "But if you try anything…" I say jokingly as I point to him making my way to the bar. He hurries up to catch me and he is next to me at the bar.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asks.

"Two beers" He says holding up two fingers.

"The bartender looks at him curiously "Can I see some ID?"

Ethan smiles as he pulls out his wallet. He takes out his ID and holds it in front of the bartender.

The bartender nods excepting the ID "Two beers coming up."

I giggle as I turn to Ethan curiously "So, Where's your mom?"

He looks down sadly and I regret bringing up the topic "It's a long story." He says.

I am about to apologize as the bartender comes up with our drinks. I glance at the beer and pick up both the glasses "You ready to play some pool?" I ask smiling and holding up his beer to him. He looks up at me taking his beer. "Come on." I say grabbing his hand and leading him over to the pool table.

"But I wanna stay!" I whine as Ethan pulls me out of the bar. I have had a couple too many drinks and Ethan was smart enough to try and stop me, but I still wanted more.

"No Jenny" He says opening his car door with one arm still around me "Lets get you back to the motel okay" He helps me down into the passenger seat of his car.

I sit in the seat and relax into the comfort of it. My face is resting on the window as Ethan starts the car "Can we go see Sammy?" I ask like a child begging for a cookie.

Ethan laughs at me "Somehow, I think that's a bad idea."

"But I have to tell him I'm sorry!" I slur.

"For what?" He asks confused.

"All kinds of things." I answer simply with a small pout.

He looks at me questioningly but tries to ignore the feeling of curiosity "Just go to sleep Jenny. We'll be at the motel in a minute."

I nod tired and slouch down in my seat and try to get comfortable. It only takes seconds before I dose off.

"Come on" Ethan says leading me into the motel room "There you go" He places me on the bed and I lay down dizzily.

"Ughhhh" I moan "Make the room stop spinning"

I hear Ethan giggle and I moan louder "Shut up"

"Here..." Ethan says bringing the small waste basket over to me and sitting on the edge of the bed "If you feel like you have to throw up, use this" He holds up the basket to show me and then places it on the ground next to me. I nod tiredly and close my eyes, dosing off.

I look down at Jenny's sleeping face. She looked so beautiful, but so broken at the same time. I smile at her as I run a hand through her soft hair. She stirs slightly and moves into my hand. My smile grows. I have only known her for less than a day, but I was drawn to her immediately. She understands how I feel and she cares about helping me. When I am around her I feel different. She makes me laugh without even trying and I find myself wanting to know everything about her. And I wanted to help heal whatever pain she must be feeling.

I stand up and walk down to the end of the bed. I take the laces of her converse sneakers and untie them slowly. Once they are loose I pull the shoes off gently, one at a time. I place them on the floor and grab the blanket off the end of the bed. I walk up to the head of the bed as I unfold the blanket. I lay it down over Jenny and try to cover her completely.

Once she appears comfy I look around for a place to sleep. I look to the other bed and walk over to it. I sit down so I am still facing Jenny and take off my shoes. I take of my jeans so I am left in my boxers and slide into bed. As my eyelids start to droop my eyes never leave the sight of Jenny and the rising and falling of her chest.

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