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Chapter 17 Tell Me Soon

"This food is really great, guys." Dean mumbles to Charlie and me as he shovels the garlic chicken and roasted potatoes into his mouth.

"Yeah, you did a good job." Sam's speaking is much clearer.

"Thanks." Charlie and I say in unison, Charlie sounding much peppier than I do. Ever since Sam's dreams started a few nights ago I can't be around him with out feeling awkward. I want to ask him about the dreams that plague him nightly, I am dying to ask him about it, but I just can't form the words when I am around him. And it really pisses me off that he won't tell me about it. Charlie says he probably doesn't want to upset me, but he's the one who made me talk to him about how I felt about Jess. However he refuses to talk to me. What the hell?

"So What do you guys have planned for tonight?" Sam asks from across the table.

"I don't know" I shrug indifferently, looking down as I move my green beans around with my fork, "We'll probably just watch a movie."

Charlie looks around at Sam and Deans questioning faces, I have been quiet lately and they keep getting more and more suspicious. Especially since whenever I speak it is usually dripping with sarcasm and attitude.

"We're gonna have a scary movie night." Charlie smiles, hoping her enthusiasm will cover up my lack of perkiness. "We've got that weird Johnny Depp one."

Sam can tell something is bothering me and I am defiantly not in the mood for an interrogation, so I decide to bite back my discomfort.

"Yeah, it's gonna be great." I say with the most assuring smile I can muster, but I have a feeling it comes of sarcastic. "What are you guys doing tonight?"

Sam is still glancing at me curiously, but Dean has no problem answering, "I've got a date." He is practically beaming.

"When don't you?" I mumble rudely as I sit back in my chair, wanting to take my anger and frustration out on anyone.

"Jenny!" Sam scolds me, surprised at growing attitude.

"What? He has a new girl practically every night!" I defend myself, pointing towards Dean.

"I do not!" He defends, looking offended.

"Whatever." I mutter turning back to my food.

"What the hell is your problem, Jen?" Dean asks, fed up with me.

"Dean" Sam protests, watching the situation about to escalate.

"No!" Dean places his hand up to Sam, keeping his eyes on me. "You've been acting like a complete bitch for the past few days, and I want to know what the hell is your problem?!"

I stare at him, eyes wide and seething. He challenges me with his look of irritation. I look at Charlie next to me, who is silently pleading with me to not fight, which I consider for a moment, but I am way to stubborn to listen.

"You want to know my problem?!" I yell enraged with anger as I sit up towards the end of my seat, throwing my arms in fury. "You are my fucking problem! You and all the whores you bring into this house!"

"JENNY!" Sam yells, looking at me with shock, "What has gotten into you?!"

"What has gotten into me?" I bite back, with laughter, "Why don't you ask yourself that question?!" I snap, before standing up and stomping off from the table, leaving behind two very confused, very pissed off Winchesters and one extremely uncomfortable teenager.

I keep my head buried in the pillows at the foot of my bed until I hear a very strong knock on my door.

"If it's Charlie, come in. If it's Sam or Dean, go away!" I yell hoarsely, wiping the tears of anger from my red cheeks before laying my head back on the pillow.

I hear the door open and look up hoping to see Charlie, but to my dismay it is someone else, "I told you to go away."

"Yea, well I need to talk to you." Sam explains.

"Get out." I mumble with little energy, turning around on the bed, so I am facing the wall.

"I really think we should talk."

"I don't want to talk." I bite back stubbornly, not bothering to turn towards him.

"Jenny, just tell me what's bugging you." He pleads, sitting down behind me on the bed, trying to look over and see my eyes.

"I'm Fine" I sigh, trying to ignore the tears the spill out, rebelling from my lie.

"No you're not." He protests, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, "Please just talk to me." He pleads quietly as he starts to rub soothing circles.

"Because I'm the one that needs to talk to you?" I snap, sitting up and turning towards him. I am finally fed up with being told I need to communicate with him when he is the one keeping the secret.

"Jen, what are you talking about?" Sam asks confused.

"Why….Why…" I am dying to ask the question, but the words become lost on my tongue. Just say it Jen. Just say it. "Why haven't you told me about your dreams?" It is instantly like a weight of my chest.

I don't even have to clarify what dreams I'm talking about. He instantly freezes with knowledge and I shake my head disappointed, trying to suck in my falling tears, "We promised after she died that we wouldn't hide these kinds of things. So why didn't you tell me? Why would you hide this?" I plead, tears like pools around my eyes.

He looks dazed, still trying to process that his secret is out. I can't look me in the eyes, but he tries to speak, "I…I…I don't know."

"But Sam..." I start, grabbing onto his arm, "You could have told me about it. You shouldn't have to deal with it by yourself." I try to find his eyes, but he can't look at me.

"Just talk to me Sam. Please." I beg calmly.

He glances at me quickly before looking back down, shaking his head. "I'm sorry." He mumbles, standing up and wiping his tears away with one swift smear, "I can't talk about this." He tells me before abruptly leaving the room.

I sit on the bed, alone and eyes wide with confusion, staring at the now closed door. He didn't even give me enough time to respond before he was out that door. Tears begin to run down my face more rapidly as I repeat his words over and over again in my head.

"I can't talk about this."

How could he say that? After everything we've been through he can talk to me about anything. I am beginning to realize how severe the situation must be if he can't talk to me. Something else has to be going on. Something so bad he can't bare to speak the words. Something that has to do with his dreams. Something that has to do with Jess.

"Here. Eat up!" Charlie persuades, shoving a pint-sized carton of Ben & Jerry's Fudge Brownie Ice Cream in my face.

"Thanks" I smile half-heartedly, grasping the ice cream and spoon from her hands. After Sam left my room he went right to bed, not talking to anyone, making me even more worried about the situation.

"I know you don't want to talk about what happened anymore, so we are gonna to get your mind off of everything and have the most amazing night ever!" Charlie explains as she places a movie in the DVD player.

"What are we watching?" I ask curiously as she walks back over to the couch, remote in hand.

"House of Wax" She smiles, sitting on the couch next to me and grabbing her ice cream off the coffee table.

"Oh, Is that the one where Paris Hilton gets killed?!" I ask instantly excited.

"Hell yes." She smirks.

"Then I'm in!" I smile, sitting up straighter.

When the menu pops up on the screen she hits the play button and the movie begins. We huddle together, covering ourselves in blankets and pillows, with the lights turned off. After the movie finishes at a little after ten o'clock we put in Secret Window and return to our comfy positions.

It is only halfway through the movie when I hear the front door open and see Dean walk into the hallway and straight to the upstairs, only glancing at me for a moment. I take note of how unusually early he is home from one of his dates. He usually doesn't stumble in until the morning, unless of course his date is accompanying him.

I turn to my side and see Charlie asleep, leaning against the side of the couch. After carefully removing my blankets so I wouldn't wake her I walk quietly up the stairs, stopping at Dean's door.

I knock on the door and open it, not waiting for a response.

"I need to talk to you." I explain, closing the door before making my way over to Dean, who is sitting on his bed removing his shoes.

"I think you did enough talking at dinner." He removes his watch as he speaks.

"Yeah."

I drop my head, immediately feeling bad for treating him like crap at dinner. Sure I didn't like when he brought girls to the house, but I didn't have to yell at him. I was just mad about everything with Sam, and Dean was the easy target.

"About that, I...I wasn't mad at you Dean."

"You could've fooled me."

"Dean." I say forcefully, getting his attention, "I'm sorry. What I said…it wasn't about you. I was frustrated."

"Frustrated about what?" Dean inquires.

"Nothing…It's just Sam." I start, shaking my head uncertainly.

"What about Sam?" He asks, worried about his little brother, his head perking up more.

"Nothing. He just won't talk to me." I try to play it off like it is nothing, not wanting to get Dean on Sam's case when he obviously doesn't want to talk about it. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." I smile before turning around and grabbing the door handle.

"Jenny." I hear Dean say and turn around to see Dean looking surprisingly remorseful, "I'm sorry too. You know about calling you a bitch and everything."

"It's okay. I probably would have said the same thing." I smile opening the door. "G'night"

"Night Jenny."

Sorry this chapter is on the shorter side but there is a two-parter comin up next. I'll definatly have part one up soon. And as a gift/apology for not posting in so long, I have a small preview of the next chapter for you. So if you wanna wait you can look away, shield your eyes, or skip down to the review button ;D

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I stand there, shoulders hunched, smoking my cigarette when I hear the door knob to our motel room twist. As I turn around I see Dean open up the door and walk out. I try to hide the cigarette, ashamed, but he already has seen it.

"I thought you stopped doing that." He motions to the object in my hand as he leans his back against the railing next to me.

"Old habits die hard." I mutter, taking a drag of the cigarette. "Want one?" I offer, holding the pack towards Dean.

"Please, that crap's nasty." He shakes his head disgusted, "So what are you doin' up so late?" He glances behind him at the cars driving on the highway.

I sigh sadly, "Do you even have to ask? We're up for the exact same reason."

"Right" Dean nods his head somberly, "So how long have you known about them?"

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Promise to get the whole chapter up soon! Hope you like that little bit :D

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