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"You don't go anywhere. You understand?" Sam checks sternly, taking the remote out of my hands and standing between my position on the hotel bed and the television.
"Yeah. Got it." I nod, not able to help the small roll of my eyes. I was a little pissed. I understand the fact that I'm not ready to fight this baddie, but I so greatly want to help in the destruction of the creature that murdered my sister.
"Jenny this is serious. Are you paying attention?" He asks, sensing my attitude.
"Yeah. Sorry." I shake my head to focus on the task at hand. As much as I don't want to just sit in the hotel room, I know it is better than sitting at home.
Dean walks towards the bed and hands the canister of salt to me before turning to grab his jacket off of the chair. "Okay, all the windows are lined with salt so when we leave salt the door behind us."
"So you're good?" Sam checks one last time, being his normal overprotective self.
"I'm fine. I promise." I smile, giving him reassurance.
"Okay, we'll check in with you later." Sam says, pulling his long arms through his jacket and giving me a quick kiss on the forehead before walking with Dean out the door.
Once I hear the roar of the Impala I walk towards the door and put down a thick line of salt. Once it is to my liking I screw the cap back on the canister, place the canister on the small table and walk back towards the bed. As I collapse on the comfy cushion I wish that I could be with Sam and Dean at the moment. The whole point of hunting was to get ready to kill this thing and I'm not even prepared to do it.
I am watching my fifth episode of Law and Order: SVU when I hear the impala pull up outside. The car is soon turned off and the voices off two Winchesters get closer and closer to the door.
"Hey Jen. I got you a burger." Sam says as he opens the door and places a brown bag on the table by the window.
"Thank god." I mutter as I stand up, a hand on my empty tummy, "For a second I thought I was gonna have to actually eat the food in those vending machines."
I take the Styrofoam container from Sam's hands and open it up as I sit down in the chair next to him and Dean. "So what did ya find? Is the bastard toast?" I ask excitedly, taking a bite out of my burger.
"Language"
"Bastard isn't a swear!" I defend, with a mouthful of food.
"Jenny" Sam warns again, causing me to roll my eyes at his disapproval of my language.
"Sorry. Okay? Now can you just tell me if this thing has passed its expiration date?!"
Dean wipes his mouth with a napkin before answering, "We don't know yet."
"But it is the same thing that killed Jess and your mom, right?"
"We think so. We just have to make sure."
Dean defiantly is having trouble trusting Sam's visions.
"Well how do we do that?"
"Well were gonna pay a visit to a local psychic." Sam says causing me to give him a questioning glance.
"A psychic? Why? Do you feel like getting ripped off?"
"She knew our Dad." Sam answers, "Which means she probably knows about what happened to our Mom. And she could help."
"Oh." I nod, for some reason having a hard time believing psychics were real. This is silly considering what I know about the supernatural, and everything that is happening with Sam and his visions right now.
"So who is she? When are you gonna visit her?"
"Missouri Mosely" Dean exclaims as he takes a sip of his beer, "We're gonna head out in a few minutes."
"Right" I nod unhappily, hating that I would have to stay by myself in this hotel for another several hours. If I have to watch one more hour of television, sitting in the same exact spot as I have been in all day, I am gonna blow my brains out.
"Hey guys?" I ask with a mischievous glint in my eyes that they immediately catch.
"Yeah?" Sam asks, him and Dean both knowing I am about to ask a huge favor.
"Well I was just thinking, you know since you're just going to talk to some psychic and not doing anything dangerous that maybe…." I smile wide like a child begging for a toy, "I could come with you."
"Hell no!" Dean and Sam object, both giving me a 'are you insane' look.
"Come on! You're not doing anything dangerous!" I plead "I just want to get out of this hotel. Please." I give Dean the pouty lip, which I know for a fact makes him feel guilty.
He tries to stay strong, but he soon starts to feel for me "Ugh. Why are you such a pain in the ass?" He exclaims, which I know means 'Fine, you can come.' in Dean Language.
"Thank you!" I smile jumping up from my seat and running to Dean's chair, wrapping my arms his neck from behind him and giving him a peck on the cheek. "I'll go get ready!" I smile towards a reluctant Sam and run off towards the bathroom before he can object.
I sit on a small gray couch in between Sam and Dean. Sam is focused straight ahead, looking slightly nervous and Dean is irritably flipping through a magazine before finally throwing it down on the table.
"Don't you worry about a thing" We hear and immediately turn our heads towards the short woman leading a man towards the door. "Your wife is crazy about ya." She smiles as he exits. Once she closes the door she rests a hand on it with a sigh, "Poor bastard. His woman is cold bangin' the gardener."
We look at each other, Dean and I holding back a giggle, as she walks back towards where she entered.
"Why didn't yea tell em'?" Dean asks with a smirk.
"People don't come here for the truth." She explains, turning back towards us "They come for good news"
We take in what she says, but she becomes impatient, "Well Sam, Dean and Jennifer come on already. I ain't got all day." She informs us, turning around and walking into the living room, after motioning for us to follow.
"Dude, how did she…?" I wonder, astonished.
"Come on." Sam tells Dean and me as he stands up following Missouri.
I turn to Dean who shrugs his shoulders before following Sam, leaving me to follow behind them.
"Well, let me look at ya." She exclaims once we all enter the room. "You boys grew up handsome" She tells Sam and Dean before focusing her attention on Dean, "and you were one goofy looking kid too." She laughs.
Sam smirks, and I can't help but let out a loud giggle once I see Dean's shocked face.
"Sam" She says, her voice very friendly and pleasant, as she takes a hold of Sam's hand. "Oh hunny." She begins with a sad expression, catching Sam off guard, "I'm sorry about your girlfriend."
Sam and I both tense up immediately.
"How'd you know that?" He asks.
"Well you were just thinking it, just know." She explains to Sam. Her eyes move towards me and I instantly straighten, feeling watched and under pressure.
"Jenny, such a beautiful girl" She smiles brushing a strand of my hair from my face. Her smile is so gentle that I immediately feel like I can trust her. "You sure like to give these boys a hard time, don't ya?" She laughs, and I giggle guiltily.
"I'd say so." Dean mutters inwardly, earning a harsh glare from me.
"You need to take it easy on these boys, ya hear?" Missouri chuckles "They can't help but worry about ya."
I chuckle, slightly embarrassed at having my mind read in front of Sam and Dean. She takes a hold of my hand lightly and she instantly tenses. She looks into my eyes shocked and pitiful. I look between a bewildered Sam and Dean, scared, wondering what on earth she has found in the dark cobwebs of my mind.
"What?" I ask scared "What is it?"
Missouri thinks something over in the back of her head before erasing it from her mind, "Nothing child." She shakes her head before looking to Sam and Dean "Why don't you boys tell me why you're here." She says, leading us to the couch.
Sam and Dean tell her about the house, but she isn't so sure it's the same thing that killed their Mom and Jess. They agree to bring her by the house to check it out, which of course means that I am going to be dropped off back at the hotel.
I drove back with Dean, Sam, and Missouri and assured Sam that I could make it in fine without his help. "Missouri was right about one thing" I mumble to myself as I unlock the door and step inside "Those boys do love to worry."
After I close the door I make sure to reline the salt and then make my way over to the bed. I lie on the bed and press the power button on the remote, continuing with the Law and Order Marathon.
After about three more episodes of Law and Order I get a call from Sam letting me know that they won't be home tonight. And he also informs me that it isn't the same creature that killed Jess, it is a poltergeist.
I sigh as I hang up the phone. Pressing the play button on the radio, I let the soft melody of Ray LaMontagne comfort me as I lay back onto my bed.
As I lie there, toying with the idea of an early bedtime, I can't help but go back to the look on Missouri's face today. There was something there, something she was holding back from me. What could she have seen that was that horrible? Could it be something in my future? Could it be something in my past? It had to have been extremely bad if she wouldn't speak of it in front of Sam and Dean.
Ughhh. I have to stop thinking about this. It is going to drive me crazy. In fact, I have to stop thinking about all of it. My entire life I have focused on the negative parts of my life, but never once have I just focused on all the really great things I have. And while my parents and sister may be gone, I still have a great family. It may be a weird and unconventional family, but it is a great one none the less.
I get under the blankets, a light happy smile on my face. From now on that is how it's going to be. I'm going to enjoy what I've got and maybe kill a few bad sons of bitches along the way.
I wake up to the sun shining through the window and onto my face, heating up my skin. Instantly remembering my pledge to be positive, I jump out of bed and over to the bathroom. Greeting myself in the mirror with a smile, I take my hair out of its ponytail. I turn on the shower and remove my clothes before stepping in.
As I lather the Shampoo into my hair the smile never leaves my face. It sounds silly, but I can't explain how good it feels to not worry about all the crap going on in my life. Once I get out of the shower I wrap a towel around me and step onto the linoleum floor of the bathroom. After running a towel through my hair and getting a comb through it I walk out of the bedroom and turn on the radio as I grab my clothes.
The only station I can find is a country station, but it'll do. I listen to the end of some song by the Rascal Flatts as I put on my underwear and then my jeans. As I am placing my pink Ramones shirt over my damp head the song switches to 'Man I Feel like a Woman' by Shania Twain.
I can't help but laugh at the memories. It was probably ten years ago when Jess and I danced to this song at one of our family parties. Jess dressed us both up in pink cowboy boots and cowboy hats and we stood up in front of our entire family, dancing our hearts out. Even though I was only five I still remember how much I enjoyed being just like my big sister as we danced in sync and wore our matching pink and sparkly outfits.
My smile grows and my hips start to shake ever so slightly to the music. I run my hands up through my hair as I start to sing the words to the song.
"The Best Thing About Being A Woman
Is The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun And…"
As the song gets amped up I run to the radio and blast the volume. I Dance around the room, hips swaying wildly and arms thrown in the air.
"Oh Oh Oh Go Totally Crazy Forget I'm A Lady
Men's Shirts, Short Skirts
Oh Oh Oh Really Go Wild Yeah Doin' It In Style
Oh Oh Oh Get In The Action Feel The Attraction
Color My Hair, Do What I Dare
Oh Oh Oh I Wanna Be Free Yeah To Feel The Way I Feel
Man I Feel Like A Woman"
I dance rowdily around, jumping across the bed and shaking my hips madly. My smile is beaming as I continue to belt out the lyrics of the song.
"The Girls Need A Break Tonight We're Gonna Take
The Chance To Get Out On The Town
We Don't Need Romance We Only Want To Dance
We're Gonna Let Our Hair Hang Down"
I spin around on my toes and am caught off guard when I come face to face with Sam and Dean. Both of which have very amused looks on their faces. At first I pause, embarrassed and search for and excuse. But then I realize 'Who cares?'
I begin to dance wildly again, laughing at their silly expressions, "Come on Guys!' I yell over the music, "Don't you wanna dance?" I smirk as I sing wildly.
"The Best Thing About Being A Woman
Is The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun And…"
I grab a laughing Sam and Dean by the hands and pull them towards the center of the room, wagging my arms back and forth to get them moving.
"Oh Oh Oh Go Totally Crazy Forget I'm A Lady
Men's Shirts, Short Skirts"
Sam finally begins to loosen up, laughing as he spins me around in a circle. I giggle as I turn towards Dean who is still laughing at my childish antics, but refuses to join in. I give Sam a smirk as I grab Dean by the hands and jump up and down, shaking him back and forth with my arms. This only causes Dean to laugh at me harder.
"Oh Oh Oh Really Go Wild Yeah Doin' It In Style
Oh Oh Oh Get In The Action Feel The Attraction
Color My Hair, Do What I Dare
Oh Oh Oh I Wanna Be Free Yeah To Feel The Way I Feel
Man I Feel Like A Woman"
Sam and I laugh as our efforts to get Dean to join in our unsuccessful. The song is starting to come to an end, but our laughter still fills the room.
"Come on Dean! You gotta let loose!" I yell jumping up onto his back.
"Well I think you're having enough fun for the both of us." He grins before I jump off his back and continue to sing and dance through the end of the song.
"I Get Totally Crazy
Can You Feel It
Come Come Come on Baby
I Feel Like A Woman"
I laugh hysterically as I collapse back onto the bed behind me, blood pumping from adrenaline. Sam and Dean are chuckling as they remove their jackets that they never took off when they came in.
''So what?" Dean asks, "You just felt the need to break into random dance?"
"Maybe" I smirk, sitting up in the bed. "So how did the hunt go? Did ya kill the son of a bitch?!"
"Dean!" Sam yells frustrated to an unsuspecting Dean.
"What? I didn't tell her to…"
"It doesn't matter!" I interrupt impatiently, "So how did it go?!"
Sam sighs, irritated with Dean, before addressing me, "It went fine." He assures, "You ready to get going?"
"Um let me think about that…Yes!!" I shout, running into the bathroom and taking out my make up bag, placing it in my duffel.
"Let's go boys!" I throw my bag over my shoulder and heading towards the door, shaking my hips to the now nonexistent beat.
A/N: Yea so the end was a bit cheesy, but Jenny needed some cheerfulness and this song came on the IPod while I was writing.
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