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A Bad Dream, Part 1

"Jenny, hurry up!" Dean yells, dodging a blow from the aggressive spirit.

"I'm hurrying!" I yell running back from the impala with the large canister of salt, a bottle of lighter fluid, and a box of matches. I drop all but the salt to the ground by the dug grave, and shake it into the open casket, covering the beautiful women's ugly corpse with salt. I then quickly grab the lighter fluid and squirt it over her rotted bones.

"A little faster!" Dean screams, blocking another hit.

"I got it!" I shout, striking the match and dropping it into the open grave. I watch as the fire catches and look for Dean to see the women burst into flames long before her fist can make contact.

And that is it. I've done it. I've finally gotten to kill one of these bad boys. The feeling that comes over me is unexplainable, an incredible rush of adrenaline. I want to scream with excitement and exhilaration. All of the work I have done in the past few months has been excruciating, but this moment easily makes it worth every ounce of pain and every bead of sweat.

"Holy shit!" I scream thrilled "Did you just see that?!"

"Yea" Dean smiles as he walks back towards me, rubbing his sore shoulder "Good work, kid." Realization dawned on his face as he turned to me, "Language."

"I can't believe it…" I mutter softly, ignoring his comment. "I did it."

"Yea you did." Dean congratulates, patting me on the back.

My eyes are full of mystification and I almost cannot believe that it actually happened. But looking down at the fiery pit and up into Dean's proud eyes I know that it is real. "I did it" I mutter quietly.

"I did it." I say louder smiling up at Dean who nods at me with an odd glance.

"I did it!" I scream, jumping into his arms excitedly, wrapping my arms around his neck, my feet a few inches from the ground.

I can tell he wasn't expecting it because he backs up, but my arms are secure around him. He slowly wraps his arms around me and laughs as I let out a squeal of excitement.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it!" I exclaim, holding onto him tight before releasing my grip on him as he lowers me to ground.

"I mean did you see that?!" I don't even realize that I have asked that question already, but Dean must because he laughs.

"Yea…Yea I did."

I smile, getting my excitement under control as I take in a deep breath. My heartbeat regulates, but you couldn't pull this smile off my face.

"Thank you so much, Dean. I couldn't have done it without you." I smile.

"Well I'm glad I trained you so well or my ass would've been toast back there." He says with mock fear.

I laugh giving him a little shove.

"Hey, what the hell happened?" Sam asks, running towards us with a crowbar "I thought you were gonna wait for me to get back."

"Yea well there was a change of plans." Dean replies.

"Why?" Sam asks pissed, worried about me.

"Well Casper the not so friendly ghost decided to play a little defense." I explain "But guess what!" I order excited.

"What?"

"I killed it!" I jump up and down on the damp cemetery grass, clapping my hands like a little kid.

"You what?" Sam asks surprised.

"I wasted that bitch!" I yell, but stop and apologize when I see Sam's reaction to my language.

"That's great Jen." He smiles "I'm so proud of you." He places one arm around me in a side hug as we begin to walk back to the car.

"Well I think we should celebrate." Dean says picking up the canister of salt and empty bottle of lighter fluid.

"Oh, Can we please get Chinese food?" I beg wrapping my other arm around Sam's waist in a hug and looking up at him pleadingly.

"I think we could do that." Sam smiles at my child-like antics.

"You should have seen it! It was so insane!" I lay back on the motel bed, talking to Ethan on the phone while Sam and Dean pick up the Chinese food.

"I told you that you'd get the hang of it. I'm proud of you Jenny."

I am glad he isn't here because I am blushing profusely. "Thanks"

"So does this mean you and Sam are okay?"

"I don't know" I sigh "We aren't fighting, but we aren't talking about anything important either."

"I'm sorry"

"Thanks Ethan. You really are great. You know that don't you?"

"I've been told a few times." He says with sarcastic cockiness.

"I'm serious. You are the only person besides Sam and Dean that I can talk to about this. You are the only one that knows the real me." I pause trying not to get all emotional "I just really appreciate it, you listening to me complain and all."

I hear Ethan laugh on the other side of the phone "It's not that hard to listen to you Jen. Plus, you've listened to me complain plenty of times. Like when I got benched for being out of school the day before the big game."

"Well that was unfair. I mean it wasn't your fault you got a 24 hour bug."

"Yeah" I can practically hear his smile "Well I have to get going. Warm-ups start in an hour."

"Okay, well I'll talk to you later."

"Bye Jenny"

"Bye"

I hang up the phone, placing it back in the holder. God I loved listening to that boy talk. He is the perfect man. He is tough but sweet, funny but smart, and cute but not cocky. If boys were cars he might give the Impala a run for its money. Of course if Dean ever heard me say that he'd probably never speak to me again. I laugh to myself as the motel door opens.

"Foods here" Dean says as he and Sam place the bags on the table.

"Ugh." I moan as unsteadiness in the bed wakes me up. Looking at the clock I see that it is only three thirty. I turn over to see Sam in the middle of another one of his nightmares. He is visibly uncomfortable, sometimes twitching, and he lets out mumbled words every once in a while.

He has been doing this for at least two weeks that I know of. At home I can sleep through them, the sounds not being loud enough to wake me from down the hall. But staying in a one room hotel and sharing a bed makes it hard to ignore his dreams. I didn't wake up last night though. However I learned in the early morning that it was only because he never went to sleep.

Sam moans scared in his sleep and I can't bear to listen to it anymore. I get out of bed, grab my coat off the table and walk out the front door. The winter air is chilly, but luckily not as bad here in South Carolina as it would be back at home. Walking over to the railing before of me, I place my hands on it as I look down to the parking lot one floor down. My hands go to my pockets next and when I feel my pack of cigarettes and I sigh in relief, pulling them out. I quickly place one in my mouth before taking the matches out of the lining of the cigarette box where I keep them. Striking the match I bring it to the tip of the cigarette, taking in a long inhale.

I stand there, shoulders hunched, smoking my cigarette when I hear the door knob to our motel room turn. 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. He looks troubled as he glances across the parking lot but does a decent job of hiding it when his eyes lay back on 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 early?" He asks glancing behind him at the cars driving on the highway.

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

"Right" Dean nods his head "How long have you known about them?"

"A little over three weeks, it was the night he came back from Fairfield." I explain flicking the cigarette, sending ashes to the pavement below. "I've asked him about it…he won't tell me anything." I watch as the ashes turn from fiery orange to charcoal gray. "What about you?" I ask looking up towards him.

"Same here" He nods somberly, looking down, hands in his pockets. He stares intensely at the now grey ashes, slight disgust in his green eyes. His emotions start to get too much for him so he turns his attention towards me "You should probably get back to bed, Jen."

"I can't sleep." I refuse, shaking my head at the impossible.

Dean looks back at the room, realizing that he doesn't want to listen to Sam's nightmares either. He runs something through his head before turning back to me "You want to go get some breakfast?"

I look up at the weird offer, but soon realize that it sounds good at the moment. "Yeah, sure." I nod, standing up. "I just need shoes"

I walk back into the motel room grabbing my faux Ugg boots by the door. I slide them on my feet before turning around and leaving the room quickly without even bothering to change out of my gray sweatpants.

"Ready." I exclaim as I jog down the stairs and towards the Dean who is leaning against the hood of the Impala.

"So where do you want to go?"

"I think I'm gonna explode." I moan, rubbing my full belly as I lean back in the passenger seat of the Impala.

"Why did you eat that second stack of pancakes?" Dean asks, amused. I can totally rival Dean in the eating... even he couldn't take the second round, pushing the plate away with much effort as he watched me shove more food enthusiastically into my mouth.

"It sounded like a good idea at the time." I shrug "And they were so good Dean. I couldn't control myself!" My defense causes Dean to shake his head laughing.

"Okay, whatever you say."

I lay back and let my stomach digest the food and settle down. A yawn overtakes my body and I stretch out over the seat, trying to get comfortable. I look over to Dean, my eyelids drooping with exhaustion, and watch as he drives ahead in total solitude, like a machine. He always stares straight ahead and subconsciously mouths the words to the songs coming through the speakers as he thumps his thumbs on the steering wheel to the beat. I watch as the constant beating of his thumbs soothes me.

I must have drifted off to sleep because as I look around I notice we are right in front of the motel. "Did I fall asleep?" I ask Dean a little dazed as I take in my surroundings and wipe the tired out of my eyes.

"Yeah. About ten miles back." He says taking the key out of the ignition and opening the door. "Let's go."

I nod my head before opening the door and stepping on to the parking lot concrete. As the chilly morning air hits my skin I button up my jacket and place the hood over my head, looking up at the window of our motel room.

I stare, not wanting to walk any closer, afraid that perhaps Sam was dreaming through the window. I look back down at my hands that were tucked in my pockets, trying to convince myself that I am strong enough to go back inside that room. However, I can't get myself to even consider that a truth. I am scared out of my mind. How can I go back in there and just pretend that everything is okay. Something is going on with Sam, something that he won't tell me about, and something that has got him scared enough to keep it from me.

"Jenny!" Dean exclaims, causing me to jump slightly, exiting my dazed state.

I jump back, startled, and try to focus my attention on my current surroundings "What?"

"Ready?" He asks, pointing towards the stairs, which leads to our floor.

"Oh…uhhh…" I mumble as my eyes find the window of our motel room once again. "I….I…" I wonder if Sam is awake, sitting on his bed, trying desperately to forget about whatever is keeping him up. Or is he still asleep, fighting the demons of his mind as they terrorize him in his dreams.

"I can't go in there." I shake my head, ashamed, looking down at my hands resting in my coat pockets.

"What?" He asks walking back over towards me "Why?"

"Because…" I sigh, not being able to look up into Dean's questioning stare "I…I just can't." I am too embarrassed to answer, as I try to keep my emotions under control.

"Jenny, what's going on?" His tone is soothing as he becomes more worried.

I shake my head uncomfortably before raising it, tears building behind my eyes. "I can't see him like that Dean. I can't deal with it."

"Jenny…" Dean starts.

"No I can't. I thought that I could deal with this, but I can't." I shake my head sadly "He won't talk to me, which means it has to be bad. And I just want to help him." I begin to ramble on with tears in my eyes. "But he won't let me. He won't talk to me about it. I just listen to him scream out to her every night. And then I have to pretend like everything is fine when he is awake. I can't do it anymore. I'm not strong enough. I just…"

I am cut off as Dean wraps his arms around me strongly, pulling me into his chest. It is unexpected, but I am too emotional to care. I give in to his embrace and rest my head on his shoulder, my nose nuzzled into his chest. I take a deep breath, trying to get my tears under control as I relax in his arms. He gives my shoulders a small squeeze before pulling back, hands gripping my shoulders, and looking me straight in the eyes.

"Jen, I know you are dealing with more than anyone your age should have to right now, but don't you dare say that you aren't strong enough." He says warningly "Cus' we both know that it's bullshit, so don't you even try it for a second."

I shake my head, eyes still glossed with tears "But Dean…"

"No." Dean says strongly "You can do this okay. Sam will let us know what is going on eventually. We just have to be there for him until then."

I nod my head solemnly. Dean's right. He will eventually come to us. I just hope that I can make it until he is ready because I'm not sure if I can take it. I don't want to know that as I lay peacefully next to him his dreams are being been overtaken by the sight of my sister, a sight that for some reason has him in gruesome pain. Will I pull through until he shares with Dean and I the shadows that plague him nightly or will I admit defeat? Only time will tell.

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