Dirty Little Secret, Part 1

I rest my head against the passenger window of the Impala, watching as the airport shrinks smaller into the distance. I knew that Ethan couldn't stay forever, but now that he is gone I feel like I had no notice. I would give anything to have him back with me. I wish we could be together, even with the distance. However we 'mutually' agreed that we should be with people we can actually spend time with. I know what he said made sense but that doesn't make it hurt any less. It probably sounds naïve and silly, but in my head I dreamed of this big romantic moment where in front of everyone at the airport he declared his love for me and vowed to never leave my side. But instead he told me it wouldn't work out with the distance and we should both find other people.

"Hey. Are you doing okay?"

I snap out of my daze to see Dean glancing at me cautiously from the wheel. I sigh, hating the idea of pretending that I'm okay, but not wanting to talk about it.

"I don't want to talk about it." I say with a fair amount of attitude.

"Are you sur…"

"I said I don't want to talk about it!" I snap stubbornly, turning to the side so I am no longer facing Dean.

"Jenny, come on."

"Oh my god! Do you now how to keep your nose out of other peoples business?!" I yell still looking out the window as some sad tears come to my eyes.

"Hey!" He scolds me before lowering his voice gently, knowing I am just hurt, "I get that your upset about this, but don't give me attitude. I'm just trying to help you."

I turn around to face him, my face hurt and broken, and I speak gently trying to show no emotion "I'm sorry."

I sit in first period, barely listening to Mr. Shirley go on and on about how to measure the degree of an angle. I am mostly concerned with the little doodles that I am making on my notebook, so concerned that I don't even notice when the bell rings to signal the end of class.

"Jenny." Charlie gives me a nudge and snaps me out of my daze.

"What?"

"Class is over." She stands up, collecting her books off the table, "What's going on with you?"

I sigh, grabbing my books off the table and walking into the hallway with her, "It's just the Ethan thing."

"Why don't you call him?"

"It's way too awkward." I rule out, opening up my locker.

"I just don't want to see you all gloomy. Why don't we go to a party tonight?" She offers excitedly.

"Sorry I can't tonight. I'm going out of town with Sam and Dean." It's been a week since Ethan left and they figured a good salt and burn would make me feel a little better.

"Again? Where do you guys go? You're always going out of town."

"Yea, well my grandma is really sick. We go and see her a lot." I don't even hesitate with my lie as I place my Geometry book into my locker.

"Oh I'm sorry sweetie. What does she have?"

"Some heart thing. I'm not really sure what it's called. I've got to get to health class, but I'll talk to you later." I smile half heartedly as I grab my health book and close my locker. I give her a small wave as I turn and begin to walk to my next class.

Sam, Dean and I pull into the motel after working the whole day. We arrived in Kernersville, North Carolina this morning and drove to the latest victim's house to talk to her parents. In the last two months four teenage girls have been murdered while babysitting in this small country town.

"I am never gonna babysit!" I inform Sam and Dean beyond crept out by this disturbing case.

"Who would trust you with their kid?" Dean laughs as we get out of the car.

"Funny" I say deadpanned but he still finds it hilarious as he throws his head back on the way towards the trunk.

"I'll go check us in. Can you bring my bags in for me?"

"I got them." Sam offers, throwing my duffel around his shoulder.

I walk to the motel's main office and enter to see an unbelievably cute boy sitting behind the counter and watching a basketball game on a small television. He has a little roughness to him and is wearing a Jack Daniels shirt with a dirty pair of jeans.

"Can I have a room please?" I ask placing my hands on the counter.

He looks up from the TV and does a double take to get one last look at the game before he gets up.

"King or two queens?"

"Two queens." I smile courteously.

"Cash or Check?"

"You take master card?"

"Yep"

"Here ya go." I hand him one of Dean's cards, which technically belong to a Mr. James Goulding.

"So what brings you to Kernersville?" He catches me off guard as he scans the card.

"Oh, my brothers are on business. I just decided to tag along."

"Well I'm glad you did." He says casually with a smile as he hands the card back to me with a room key, "I'll be seeing you"

I can't help but stutter at his boldness, "Oh…uh, yea I'll see you around."

I smile nervously as his fingers graze mine when I grab the card and key which seems to make him smile more. I realize how much of a dork I must look like so I give a wave and turn around for the door.

"Bye" I mutter, walking out the door and into the parking lot as I repeatedly call myself an idiot in my head.

"Got it!" I yell to get Sam and Dean's attention. After searching the internet for two hours I finally found a lead. And I have to tell you it felt so great to do something productive. I don't have to sit around and wallow over Ethan.

"What is it?" Dean asks as him and Sam watch TV from their beds.

"Two weeks before the first murder, Rachel Page, age 8, was hit by a car when she wandered onto the road in front of her house."

"And why does that make her our killer?" Dean asks not seeing my point yet.

"Well that night she was being babysat while her parents were out at a party. The babysitter was making out with her boyfriend on the couch and didn't notice Rachel leave until she heard the commotion outside." I say as I grab some articles fresh from our printer and bring them to Sam and Dean.

"So the girl blames the irresponsible babysitter for her death." Dean figures.

"And now she is punishing babysitters who don't do their job fully." Sam finishes, the pieces finally come completely together in both of their heads.

"Exactly. And guess who the babysitter was?" I ask and I am persuaded by Sam and Dean to continue.

"Kara Prout."

"Our first victim." Sam says, putting the last piece of the puzzle together.

Dean nods his head satisfied, "Good work Jenny."

"Yeah, good catch."

"Thanks." I say pleased, but wanting to focus on destroying this spirit, "I found out she was buried at Saint Thomas' Cemetery which is only ten minutes away. I figure we could just take care of it tonight."

"The sooner the better" Dean agrees getting off of his bed and grabbing his weapon bag off the table. "Let's hit the road." He adds his normal smirk as he places his favorite gun in his coat and throws the bag over his shoulder. I grab one of Sam's baggy sweatshirts from his bed and follow them out of the door.

We get to the cemetery and I man the flashlight and look out as Sam and Dean dig up the grave. In a shockingly short amount of time the hole is completely dug and they have the casket open, revealing the gross and smelly corpse of Rachel Page. They climb out of the hole and Dean shakes the canister of salt followed by Sam who squirts in some lighter fluid.

"I'd say you should have the honors." Dean brushes some dirt off his jeans before reaching into the pocket and pulling out a box of matches.

"Me?" I ask astonished. The only other time I was able to actually burn the bones was when Sam was MIA and Dean was getting his butt kicked by the frickin' spirit.

"Yeah you" Dean assures me, pushing for me to take the matches which I anxiously do.

"Okay. Here goes nothing." I say as I grab hold of all the matches in the pack and light them against the box just like Dean does every time I've watched him salt and burn. I drop the fiery pack into the hole and watch as flames soon erupt from it charring the young girl's bones inside of it. We let it burn out before covering back up with the dirt and collected our supplies to head back to the motel.

I sit curled up on the big comfy chair in the corner of our motel watching the end of Die Hard on TNT. Dean and Sam had fallen asleep towards the middle of the movie, but the three cups of coffee I had this morning are keeping me awake. My head is cradled in the valley my knees create and my arms are wrapped around my legs. I sit comfortably with his presence looming in my mind. I remember looking into his eyes at the airport as he told me this wouldn't work out long distance. I remember as he tried to assure me that I should be with someone who could be there for me daily and treat me like I should.

Just thinking about it makes me want to scream out how much it sucks! I want to be with him! And now we haven't talked since that glorious day. I want to talk to him! He is the only person who knows exactly who I am. He knows all of my secrets and about what Sam, Dean and I really do.

I breathe heavily as I grab my cell phone next to me and stand up from the couch before walking out of the motel room. As I dial the number I sit on the curb of the parking lot in front of the space next to the Impala. I press the send button before I can think and convince myself this is a stupid idea. The ringing starts and my heart rate increases with every second. I think of hanging up the phone, but when I go to remove the phone from my ear he answers.

"Hello?"

"Hey." I say, smiley, so maybe he won't think I find it as awkward as I do, "It's Jenny."

"Jenny?" He sounds shocked and a little busy, "Hey, I haven't talked to you in a while."

"Oh…well…" I think of telling him I thought it would best to cool off after what happened, but I really don't want to bring that situation up, "…I'm on a hunt with Sam and Dean."

"Really? How's it going?"

"Good. I got to salt and burn a dead eight year old girl with a fetish for killing babysitters." I say as I pick at my torn jeans.

"Do I want to know the details?"

"Probably not." I laugh "So what's new with you?"

"Oh nothing much, I'm just…" He stalls as I hear a voice in the background.

"Are you ready to go? The party started an hour ago." My mind freezes hurt as I hear the voice of a teenage girl in the background.

A/N: Sorry for the wait everyone. I have a huge honors genetics project due Friday and it's been sucking up all of my time. Senior year is so overrated!

P.S. Thanks so much for all your reviews :) :) :)