A/N: I am so sorry about the wait. I had some major internet issues. It was off for like two weeks then finally my nice cousin came to fix it. It was back on for about a grand total of one day before shutting off again. I got it back tonight though and had a lovely suprise waiting for me from my lovely beta Jade. Thanks so much Jadexoxo. And thanks to you all for being so patient. I really hope this chapter was worth the wait for you! HUGS&&KISSES
The Worst Hangover Ever
"Jenny?" Dean asks growing serious "What's wrong?"
"It's Charlie…We're at a bar and some girls beat her up. It's really bad Dean!" I cry.
"What?" he asks loudly. I can tell that he understood me but just needed to take it in. "Is she conscious?"
"Yea, I guess. But she is hurt really bad. I don't know what to do!"
"Okay, Jenny you have to calm down. What bar are you at?" He asks.
"Uhh…Mulligan's Pub" With all of the commotion I almost forgot the name of the bar Charlie and I have been talking about all week.
"Okay. You stay with Charlie. I'll be there in five minutes." I can hear the Impala roar to life through the phone.
"Okay. Thanks." I say snapping my phone shut. I walk back towards Charlie and sit next to her. I lift up my arm and place it around her, pulling her towards me. I can't believe this happened to us. I suppose it's karma. We lied to our families and fate insures we get punished.
"You're gonna be okay, Charlie. You're gonna be okay." I repeat, brushing my hand through her messy hair, matted with blood.
I lay her down so her head is resting on my lap. My fingers run over her face, trying to see her bruises clearly through the darkness. My finger caresses her cheekbone, causing her to cry out severely in pain. Like a reflex, my body clinches hearing the hurt in her voice.
As I sit waiting for Dean, holding Charlie in my arms, I can't help but cry helplessly. I should have been watching her. I shouldn't have left her alone. What kind of friend leaves someone alone in a bar with a guy?
After what feels like hours I hear the familiar sound of the Impala pull into the parking lot. Carefully lifting up Charlie's head, I lean her against the dumpster.
"I'll be right back with help." I say not even sure if she can hear me.
I run desperately for the parking lot and see Dean looking around helplessly.
"Dean!" I cry running towards him and he looks up at me stunned. I reach him and grab his arms "Dean, come on! She's back here!"
Pulling Dean with me, we reach the back of the bar where Charlie is in the exact same position I left her in.
"Jesus." Dean mutters running over to her "Who did this?" He asks, inspecting her cuts.
"There was this guy…" I start, trying to stop my tears so my speech is audible.
"A guy did this!" He asks pissed.
"No! She was making out with this guy, Kevin, and his girlfriend showed up. She and a group of her friends did this."
Dean sighs upset but turns back to Charlie and examines her face gingerly. "Charlie can you hear me?" He asks loudly.
"Come on. Talk to me." He encourages tapping her face lightly.
"Ughhh" Charlie moans squirming. "m' tired" Is all she manages to get out.
"I know, but you gotta stay awake, okay? Charlie, where does it hurt?" He demands softly.
"Face" She says softly, her eyes closing.
"What about your head, does your head hurt?" Dean asks and Charlie shakes her head in response.
"Is she gonna be okay?" I ask nervously.
"Yeah. I think she should be fine." Dean starts as he places a hand on Charlie's back and one under her knees to pick her up "We just need to get her home." He lifts her up, careful of her bruises, and starts to walk to the car with a quickened pace.
"But her mom…" I start following Dean.
"I know you don't want to get Charlie in trouble, but she needs to go home." Dean explains as he motions for me to open the car door since his hands are full. I open the door for him before speaking.
"No it's not that." I mentally prepare for his reaction as Dean places Charlie in the car "Her mom's not home." I speak softly looking down at my hands which are holding the car door open.
"What?" He asks harshly. Oh I have really done it now. I can tell by his voice.
"I'm sorry" I say delicately, still not looking up.
I hear Dean sigh heavily "Get in the car" He bites out opening the passenger door, waiting for me to get in.
I close the back door and get into the passenger seat before Dean slams the door and makes his way around to the driver's side with a scowl on his face. I feel even worse looking at his disappointment so I turn to the window, silently crying as we exit the parking lot.
"Can I do anything?" I ask Dean as he comes into Sam's room with an ice pack and makes his way to Charlie who is sleeping on the bed.
"Yea, go to sleep." He doesn't even bother to look at me as he gingerly places the ice on Charlie's cheek.
"Dean…" I try to apologize but he won't let me.
"Just go to sleep Jen. We'll talk tomorrow, when you're sober." I can hear the frustration growing in his voice.
"But Charlie is…"
"I'll take care of her." He bites, starting to lose patience "Now go!"
I feel the lump now forming in my throat. Dean has raised his voice slightly to me before, but I have never heard him this disappointed and angry at me. I've gotten it from Sam but Dean has always been the fun one to hang out with, the one who I joke with and play pranks on Sam with. Hearing him like this caused tears to rise up in my throat because I caused him to be like this.
"Fine" I mutter, leaving before my tears spill over.
I walk quickly, passing my room and making my way down the stairs, my hands begin to tremble as I use all of my strength to calm my tears. There is no possible way that I could fall asleep with all of my thoughts and fears floating around in my head, so I walk to the living room, my legs like jello, before collapsing onto the couch.
I clutch my knees to my chest, lying on my side. Charlie got hurt and it is all my fault. All I cared about was having fun and being wild and now she is upstairs, barely conscious. Why couldn't I have stayed with her? Why did I have to go off with Josh? It doesn't even matter because I did and I can never change what happened to her.
And now Dean is mad at me too. After all of the great things he has done for me, that is the last thing I want to do. He not only stepped up as my trainer when I wanted to hunt, but also as a friend and sometimes I find myself wanting to say brother. We mostly joke around, but sometimes, only once or twice, I have seen his wall break down slightly around me. And when he does that I truly feel like he trusts me. And now I don't know if he will ever trust me again.
My back heaves and I sob, holding onto my legs for dear life. I hear someone walking down the stairs and quickly wipe my tears and let go of my knees, but I am still curled up in a ball.
The steps grow closer and I tilt my head up slightly to see Dean looking down at me curiously.
"I thought I told you to go to bed." He says, but I know he isn't being serious or mean.
"I couldn't sleep." I shake my head, sniffling.
He nods his head understandingly as he sits on the couch at the end of my feet. I tilt my head up and look at him cautiously, I mean ten minutes ago he was about to bite my head off…and for good reason.
"You know you're gonna have to be punished." He states. There is no way it could be mistaken for a question.
"Yes." I hiccup, wiping away more tears that fell from my eyes onto the bridge of my nose.
He nods, before looking away from my tear stained face. If Dean has one weakness it has to be me crying. I don't know if he doesn't like seeing me hurt or he is just too uncomfortable with the emotions. Maybe it's a bit of both.
We lay there for almost thirty minutes when I start to doze off to sleep...well actually passing out would be the appropriately term. When things start to calm down my buzz sets back in. I figured it wouldn't be noticeable since I was floating into unconsciousness, but that would just be way too easy for me. Of course something has to go wrong.
As my eyelids drupe down further I get a feeling, like I am about to burp. However when my stomach turns on me I realize that a burp isn't what's coming up. My eyes shoot open as much as possible as I jump off the couch, accidently kicking Dean and waking him up in the process. As the bile rises in my throat I know that I can't make it to the bathroom, so I run to the small trashcan in the corner of the living room, next to Sam's desk. I drop to my knees with a thud, grapping the basket and emptying my stomach into it.
"You okay?" Dean soothes, dropping down next to me. He places a hand on my back, rubbing small circles.
"Ughhh" I moan, not having the strength to say 'What the hell do you think?'
My stomach heaves and I empty more of my stomach's contents into the trash with such force that it feels as if my heart is about to burst out of my chest. I let out a painful cry and a tear makes its way down my cheek and into the basket with my expelled insides. I have nothing left to throw up, but my breathing is still erratic from the pain and stress.
"It's okay. Just breathe." Dean soothes while I have trouble catching my breath. He rubs my back steadily, slowing down my gasps for air. My breathing slows to a comfortable rate and I fall back onto Dean's chest in exhaustion. He rubs my arm gently and wipes the tears from my cheeks.
"You think you're done?" He asks softly, looking down at me and I nod into his chest, my eyes closed from fatigue.
"Okay, let's get you upstairs." He says getting his stance on the ground and repositioning me in his arms so he can pick me up. He stands with one arm under my knees and one under my back. I grasp his shirt, frightened of the movement and roll my head into his chest. My eyes begin to drupe again, but I before I drift into unconsciousness I get a large whiff of Dean's scent, the surprisingly comforting mix of car oil, beer, and his cologne.
I wake up, sniffing the smell of bacon that has made its way all the way up the stairs and to my room. Normally this would be like heaven, but this morning the smell makes my stomach do flips. I feel my stomach begin to heave and prance out of bed, going straight to the bathroom.
After ejecting everything from my stomach I slowly stand up as I tear off a few pieces of toilet paper from the roll. I wipe my mouth before throw the paper in the toilet and flushing it down.
The nauseous feeling in my stomach settles as I brush my teeth, scrubbing my tongue frantically to get the acidic taste out of my mouth. I spit into my sink and grab a handful of water. Bringing it to my lips I swish it in my mouth thoroughly before spitting it back into the sink.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as I walk out of the bathroom and through my room. I walk down the doorway towards Sam's room and stop, leaning against the doorframe.
Charlie is lying on the bed in a still slumber. Her bruises are fully formed and she has two butterfly bandages placed on the cut above her eyebrow. Her lip has swelled up and the bruise has almost a greenish tint. Her appearance is almost sickening, but the steady rising and falling of her chest gives me peace.
I back into the hallway, deciding to give her some peace and quiet. I place my hand on the railing as I walk down the stairs and the aroma of bacon grows by the second. My calmed stomach is a little less put off by the smell, but it still isn't very pleasing.
"G'morning" I offer to Dean as I walk to the counter and plop into a seat, tired evident in my stance.
"Morning" Dean says busily as he turns the bacon in the skillet, causing it to sizzle louder. He grabs a plate from the cabinet and comes back to the food, placing two pancakes and some bacon on my plate. He puts it down in front of me along with a bottle of syrup and a fork.
"Eat up."
"No thanks." I mutter pushing back towards him, not wanting to test my gag reflex.
He looks at me concerned "You need to eat something."
"Unless you want to see the bacon in reverse I suggest you don't make me eat it." I push it further towards him stubbornly.
"Fine, don't eat the bacon. But at least have some pancakes. You need to get something in your stomach." He says removing the bacon from the plate and holding the plate of pancakes in front of my nose, for me to take a whiff.
"Fine" I sigh reluctantly as I realize his stubbornness can outlast mine.
I decide against adding syrup, not wanting to displease my stomach. I cut off a small piece of a pancake and put it in my mouth before quickly chewing and swallowing it.
"Happy?" I ask with a fake smile.
"Delighted" He replies with the same smile "Almost as delighted as you're gonna be when I give you your punishment."
"Funny." I say deadpanned "You can't punish me. That's Sam's job."
"Really? Because I just talked to Sam and he seems to disagree." His smirk makes me want to jump over the counter and slap him silly.
"You talked to Sam?" I ask dreading the nod that Dean soon gives me.
"Yep" He really doesn't want to get rid of his smirk.
"What? Why would you do that?" I yell fearfully.
"Oh I don't know. Maybe it was because I had to come and pick you and your friend up at a bar last night!" He says starting to raise his voice also.
I let out a sigh, giving up. I might be a stubborn teenager, but even I know how bad I messed up last night. "You're right. I'm sorry." As Dean sees my anger lessen he follows suit, unclenching his jaw.
"So what's my punishment?" I ask, just wanting to get it over with.
"For starters," He begins turning off the stove and walking around the counter, sitting down next to me. "No hunting for three weeks."
"Three weeks?" I whine unhappily.
"Want to make it a month?" He raises his eyebrows threateningly. I know I should shut up... but three weeks. That is so long.
"Jesus. When did you become Mr. Mom?" I mutter, earning me a death glare from Dean.
"Sorry. Go ahead." I mumble slightly intimidated, looking down at my pancakes.
"And second, you aren't going to leave this house at all for two weeks. You got to school and come back home. That's it." He stays sternly holding a finger up to my face. "You got it?"
"Yes Sir." I sigh.
Dean nods acceptingly before grabbing a plate of pancakes across the counter and bringing them in front of himself. He licks his lips longingly as he pours the syrup onto the pancakes, and as soon as he has enough for his liking he begins to devour them. He is eating huge mouthfuls at a time and I look down awkwardly at my pancakes with I have no intention of eating.
"Dean" I say quietly, looking down as I nudge my pancakes with my fork.
I glance up out of the corner of my eye and see Dean looking back at me questioningly as he tries to finish swallowing all the food in his mouth.
"Yeah" He says wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"I'm really sorry…about everything." I can hear my voice get slightly choked up, but no tears have fall from my eyes. "And I can never thank you enough for what you did for Charlie last night…" Dean watches me with his lips pursed "and for me too. It really means a lot."
"No problem, Kid." Dean smiles at me reassuringly. "Just do me a favor." He begs "Promise you won't do it again."
"Deal" I laugh as I stick out my hand, which he shakes strongly.
He gives me a final smile before turning back to his food. "Eat up" He says nudging to my plate of pancakes that have been partially mutilated by my fork. I think of opposing, but decide to just comply with him. I break off a small piece with my fork and dip it into a small pool of syrup before placing it into my mouth.
"So when is Sam going to be back?" I ask wiping a small amount of syrup off the corner off my mouth.
"He's coming back this afternoon." Dean states as he takes a drink and places his glass of orange juice down on the counter before turning quickly back to the food.
"Can't wait" I mutter to myself sarcastically, not looking forward to the yelling which is sure to come.
"You sure that you're okay?" I ask getting Charlie comfortable on the couch. She is sitting with a big bowl of chocolate chip ice cream in her lap and watching old reruns of Friends. After she woke up I helped her get changed into one of Sam's big Stanford shirts and a pair of my pajama pants. I decided to make her comfortable downstairs while we waited for Dean to get back with the Tylenol I sent him for, not wanting Charlie to wake up in pain.
"Yeah" She smiles half heartedly "I just feel really stupid."
"Well, if you need to talk…" I start sitting on the comfy chair with my ice cream.
"Come to you. I know. I just don't feel like talking about it right now." She shrugs. "But thanks Jenny Bean."
"You're never gonna stop calling me that, are you?" I ask squinting my eyes, questioningly.
"Hell no." She shakes her head, laughing.
We dig into our ice cream watching the show and we make it to the second episode before Dean comes in with a grocery bag in each hand.
"Look whose up." He says walking over and sitting on the coffee table in front of Charlie.
"I brought you some Tylenol." He places the grocery bags behind him as he inspects the bruises on Charlie's face "How are you feeling?"
"Like I got the crap kicked out of me." She replies sarcastically.
"Funny" Dean mutters "But how's the pain?"
"Well my ribs hurt and all the bruises on my face are sore, but that's normal, right?"
'Yeah, I just want to make sure you didn't break your rib." He replies standing up and taking off his jacket.
"I'm gonna need to take a look." Dean says as he sits down next to Charlie on the couch.
"Fine" Charlie sighs, not excited about being poked at.
"Uhh…do you mind?" Dean asks awkwardly motioning to her shirt. He looks uncomfortable asking a sixteen year old girl to lift up her shirt.
"Oh, right." She murmurs lifting up her shirt to expose her purple bruises that have a green tinge on the edges.
Dean winces at its appearance causing Charlie to look away to the other side of the room embarrassed. He lifts his hand up to the bruise and touches it gently, causing Charlie to gasp in pain.
"I'll go get you some water to the Tylenol." I say quickly running to the kitchen and grabbing a glass out of the cabinet. I bring it to the sink and fill it halfway with water, turn around and walk back to the living room. I stop at the entrance watching Dean tend to Charlie.
"Ahh" She bites her lip to stop her cry.
"I'm almost done." Dean soothes, bringing his calloused hands back to her skin he moves his hand along the rib in question. Charlie bites down harder on her lip, letting out a small groan.
"All done" Dean says grabbing the hem of her shirt and placing it back where it belongs "You have one nasty bruise, sweetheart."
"Is it broken?" Charlie asks fearfully.
"It's not broken." Dean shakes his head smiling.
Charlie takes in a deep breath of relief "Thank you!"
"I still want to wrap it." Dean stands up from the couch "Then after I do that I'm gonna have to call your mom and let her know what happened." He says before turning around and walking past me, upstairs.
"Just peachy."
"What did she say?" I ask Dean as he walks into the room, phone in hand.
"Well…" Dean starts.
"Was she pissed?" Charlie interrupts nervously from her spot next to me on the couch.
"That would be putting it nicely." Dean sighs, sitting down heavily in the lounger. He must have gotten an earful from Charlie's mom.
"What'd she say?" Charlie asks uneasily as I sit on the edge of my seat.
"Well…" Dean starts trying to figure out how to break it to her. I can tell that it is more serious than I had first suspected.
"What?" Charlie asks, wondering why Dean is taking so long to answer "Am I grounded forever? Is she on her way home right now to finish the job? What is it?"
"She was really mad. I mean really mad. But she's glad your okay." Dean says adding a smile, that I can tell is being used to cover something up "She tried talking to her boss, but can't get out of work so she wants you to stay here until she gets back."
"Really?" Charlie asks shocked, like she couldn't believe her mother reacted that way.
"Yea" Dean nods, not looking Charlie directly in the eye, letting me know that something is definitely up.
"This is great." I smile to Charlie before standing up and walking towards Dean "I'm going to go start dinner, so we can eat when Sam gets here. You want to help me?" I ask give him a look with my eyes, urging him to get in the kitchen.
"Uhhh…sure" He answers cautiously as he gets up, walking into the kitchen.
"What the hell was that about?" He asks, looking at me like I have six heads.
"Why don't you tell me?" I ask with my hands placed dominantly on my hips "Why were you lying to Charlie about her mom?"
"What are you talking about?" Dean shrugs cockily, like he has no idea what I am talking about.
"Don't you dare lie to me!" I whisper harshly, pointing a finger in his face.
"Fine." He holds his hands up in defence "Her mom basically could have cared less and yelled at me for wasting her time."
"What?" My eyes narrow "You can't be serious."
"I wish I wasn't. Have you ever met her mom before?"
"She works all the time, so I've only met her once." I reply, trying to think of the circumstances.
"And…" Dean persuades me to continue.
"And she was…kinda cold. She was hurrying out the door for work." I tilt my head to the side "Now that I think of it she didn't even say one word to me."
"That was defiantly the same women." Dean shivers thinking about her "I just…I can't believe she could treat Charlie like that." He shakes his head disappointed.
"I know. What a bitch!" I bite out.
"Here you go." I hand Charlie two Tylenol and a glass of water. It is past midnight and we were sleeping for two hours when she woke up in pain. Sam got home a several hours ago and took the liberty of giving both Charlie and I the responsibility speech. He was beyond mad, but cooled down after he saw the steak and mashed potato dinner we all made for him.
"Do you need anything else?" I ask climbing back into bed next to her as she swallows the pills.
"No I'm fine. I just was sleeping on my bruise." She replied sheepishly.
"God Charlie" I sigh exaggerating "What are we going to do with you?"
"I don't know? I think I'm hopeless." She pouts.
"That's for sure." I laugh causing her to smack my arm.
"Shut up" She laughs. We are both giggling when we hear a dull sound from down the hall, like someone moaning.
"What is that? Is someone hurt?" Charlie asks about to get up.
"No, don't worry. Dean's probably got his porn too loud again. I'll be right back." I mutter jumping off the bed, careful not to jolt Charlie and I walk towards the hallway.
I get to Dean's door and the sound is more distinct and is not coming from Dean's room at all, but further down the hall. I snap my head up towards Sam's room and look at the door curiously before walking towards it. I reach the door and open it slowly, sticking my head in through the crack.
Sam is in his bed, tossing and turning faintly in his sleep as he mutters words and moans painfully. I watch on too uneasy to enter his room. The moans become louder and I bite my lip anxiously, wondering if I should get Dean. Sam becomes more restless and I begin to feel more helpless, so I turn around to get Dean when Sam yells out one word.
"Jessica"
Uh Oh! As you can see there is some maajor drama coming up!
But I was thinking of doing a lighter chapter sometime soon because it is all so angsty. lol. A little break from all the drama. Would you guys like that? Any suggestions of something fun to write about for Jenny and the boys?