A/N: So I may be hiding under a rock for the next few weeks after you read this. haha. Please don't kill me. I promise it's leading to somewhere important that will bring Jenny and the boys closer together :)

Dirty Little Secret, Part 2

"So what's new with you?"

"Oh nothing much, I'm just…" Ethan 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.

"Oh…Uh…" He stutters and I can almost hear him praying that I didn't hear her, but I did. It feels as if my body shuts down. I can hear him trying to talk to me, but I pull the phone away from my ear and close it shut, before staring at the device in my hands. It's been two weeks and he's already found someone new. Two weeks after he dumped me at the airport he is off with some other girl.

Before I know it tears are falling down my cheeks and coating my lips with their salty flavor. I sit, crying silently for almost twenty minutes as I cradle my head in my hands, wiping my nose with my sleeve every once in a while. Soon I feel a raindrop fall down on my face, mixing in with my tears. I think of going inside, but I know that I will wake Sam and Dean up with my crying and then they won't rest until I tell them what has happened.

I hear shoe scuffs on the wet ground and look up to see the boy from earlier. He looks apologetically as he walks over, closer to me.

"Sorry to interrupt, but you should probably go inside."

"I can't." I say quietly, looking down at my converse clad feet and wiping away my tears.

"Well it's raining and you're gonna freeze to death."

"It'll be less painful than going in there."

"Okay." He says walking in front of me, lowering a hand for me to take "Then come to my room…just to keep warm." He assures.

I finally look up into those beautifully bold brown eyes. I glance between his assertive eyes and his hand before finally taking a hold of his hand. He smiles as he pulls me into a standing position and I place my phone into my back pocket. He leads me to the first room next to the office and unlocks the door, holding it open for me. I look around the nice room impressed as I hold my shivering body.

"So you run the place or something?"

"Uh, no. I'm the boss's kid…Johnny." He explains as he walks to the bathroom, coming back with a large white towel. "Here you go." He says wrapping it around my thin frame.

"Thanks. I'm Jenny." I smile kindly as he walks towards his stereo which is resting on his nightstand.

"So if you don't mind me asking Jenny, what were you crying about?"

"It's a long story." I chuckle slightly as I sit down on the bed.

"I've got time." He assures, placing a CD in the CD player and walking back to me. He sits down on the bed, "Come on, tell me."

I sigh uneasily, but finely give in and talk to him. It really is so much easier to discuss these things with people you don't know. I tell him all about Ethan. I tell him about the party and the week after, and I tell him about the little slut on the phone.

"Whoa." He says quietly.

"Yea. I just…I thought he actually cared about me. I feel so stupid."

"Don't." He assures standing up and walking towards his mini fridge, "It's not your fault the guy is an ass."

I laugh away my tears as I watch what he pulls out of the fridge.

"What are you doing?" I ask sneakily.

"I think you could use this." He walks towards the side table with a bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses.

"Oh, I don't know." I shake my head unsurely, trying to fight off the urge to take it.

"It'll help, trust me." He nods as he pours the whiskey into the clear cups. He screws the cap back on and walks towards me with the glasses, holding one out towards me as he sits next to me on the bed.

"Drink up." He holds his cups up, asking for me to do the same.

I still glance at him unsure, looking back and forth between him and the glass. Finally after he throws me a smirk I give in and clink my cup to his.

"Cheers" I smile. We both throw our glasses back, allowing the liquor to coat our lips. It burns slightly on the way down causing me to grimace, but once it is down I smile in satisfaction.

"How about another?" I push my now empty cup back towards Johnny which he gladly refills.

The morning sun dances threw the curtains, touching my face gently. I squirm at the warmth and flutter my eyes open which causes my head to erupt with pain. Letting out a groan I rub my head and squinted eyes as I sit up in the bed. Easing the pain in my eyes I hold the sheets close to me as once I feel the chilliness of the room.

What happened last night?

Just trying to remember makes my headache intensify. I open my eyes only a peek to look around the room to check my surroundings and my breath stops at what I find, instantly snapping me out of my funk. I see the hotel boy, whose name escapes me at the moment, lying in the bed next to me. From what I can see he has no clothes on and looking down at my own attire I can conclude I certainly do not.

"Shit! Oh Shit!" I scream jumping back off of the bed, holding the sheets even closer to my chest.

The boy awakens scared, jumping out bed, but relaxes with a laugh once he sees that it is me.

"God, you scared me."

"What the hell happened last night?!" I yell frantically as he gets into his boxers.

"Like you don't remember." He chuckles, walking over towards me "You were pretty amazing last night. Not many girls can…"

"Shut up! Just shut up! I just…I've …I've gotta get out of here." I mumble in a daze as I collect my clothes which are scattered all over the floor. In what feels like small flashes I step into my underwear and jeans before grabbing my bra off the side table, placing it on my chest and clipping the tab in the back. I find my white T on the top of the lamp shade and place it over my head, disgusted with my own self.

I throw around the comforter on the bed, looking for my black and pink converse. I pull up the pillows when I feel a hand around my waist.

"How long are you going to be in town for?" He whispers in my ear, causing me to jump back and out of his arms.

"Leave me alone!" I yell frustratingly, continuing my search "Where are my shoes?!"

"I don't know!" He yells at me, annoyed, "What the hell is your problem?"

I freeze in my current position of searching, before snapping my head up towards him.

"What is my problem? What is my…" I break off, laughing bitterly, "You know what?" I ask with distaste, "You are the lowest piece of scum that I have ever met in my entire life. And you can go fuck yourself!" I snap as I turn and open the door to the motel room, walking out into the daylight.

"That's okay!" I hear and pause in my place, but don't want to give him the satisfaction of turning around, "I think you took care of that for me last night! So don't try and act all high and mighty you little slut!"

I let out a deep breath and try repeatedly to convince myself that I am better than him and I don't need to respond.

"Oh and here are your shoes bitch!" He yells, throwing them it the parking lot, "No wonder your boyfriend found someone new!"

That's it.

I turn around and run at him full speed, not giving him a second to think before I have him on the ground.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" I yell, punching him in the face and causing him to fall on the ground. I scream madly as I hit him repeatedly, not stopping when he throws me a few good blows. He struggles to get on top, but I hold him down strongly as I yell at him through gritted teeth.

"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME A SLUT EVER AGAIN!!!"

"Get off me bitch!" He yells, but I am far to gone into my rage induced blackout.

I feel strong arms wrap around my waist, but I don't even begin to stop swinging as I am pulled away from the dick face. I thrash wildly in the sturdy arms that try and restrain me.

"Jenny stop!" I hear them yell and begin to recognize the voices, which start to snap me out of my daze. I can finally see clearly and observe Sam trying to get my attention as Dean holds me back.

"Jenny, what the hell is going on?!" Sam asks with his arms on my wrists.

"That bitch attacked me!" The boy yells from his position on the ground.

"Shut up!" Dean yells strongly to the boy, placing me down now that I have stopped struggling, "Jenny, What did he do?"

I back up and look back and forth between Sam and Dean, scared.

"He…I…He…" I break off not sure of what to say.

I don't want to let them know what happened. They would totally flip, and as much as I want to see this kid's limbs ripped from his body, Sam and Dean don't need another mark on their record. Plus I would never see the light of day again.

"Nothing, it was nothing. Can we go now please?"

"Jenny…" Sam starts.

"I took care of it, okay!" I yell grabbing my sneakers, giving the boy one last disgusted look before turning back to Sam and Dean, "Now can we go?"

Sam and Dean look between my pleading face and the boy's beaten one. Afraid of what they are going to say I decide to just insist.

"Whatever. I'm leaving. I'll get my things and take the bus!"

I turn around stubbornly and walk to our motel room, stomping my feet with every step. Entering the room I immediately grab my bathroom bag and clothes, throwing them hastily into my duffel. My breathing is heavy as I zip up the bag and throw it strongly over my shoulder and exit the motel room, slamming the door strongly behind me.

As I glance to the side I see Sam and Dean discussing something and the boy is no where in sight. They catch my eye so I look towards the road quickly as I walk off towards the side walk.

"Jenny!" Sam yells as he begins to walk after me.

"Jenny!" He repeats louder and with much more force but I refuse to stop my fast paced stride from halfway across the parking lot.

"Jennifer Elizabeth!" I hear and immediately stop in the middle of the parking lot. Sam has only called me that twice before. The first time was when he and Jess found out I was smoking and the next was when he came home from school early to find Katie and I had put pink streaks in our hair.

"I just want to go home!" I try to yell, but it comes out sounding exhausted.

"Then we'll go! But don't you ever try and take off on us!" He yells upset which makes me even more aggravated. Why is he so mad at me?! He should be in protective mode right now.

"Fine!" I start stomp off towards the Impala and walk right past Sam, "Hurry up with your crap because I don't want to be here any longer!"

"Hey!" Sam yells, coming up behind me quickly and grabbing my arm. He turns me around swiftly so I am facing him and I try to pull my arm out of his grasp.

"Hey, Let go of me!"

"No. We need to talk, Jenny! What the hell is going on?!"

"Nothing! Jesus Christ! Can we just go?" I beg ripping my arm out of his grasp and walking towards the Impala where Dean is resting against the side door.

"Jenny! You need to tell us what happened!"

"Nothing happened! The guy was just being a dick!" I exclaim, turning so I am facing both Sam and Dean.

"Well he had a different story." Dean says stepping away from the Impala.

My breath hitches in my throat, hoping and praying that the douche bag didn't tell them everything. Cautiously I open my mouth to speak "What did he tell you?"

I can tell this is hard for both of them. Dean looks pissed and slightly uncomfortable with the situation and Sam just looks like he wants to rip someone's head off, which is completely the opposite from how it usually is.

"He said…He said you two slept together last night." Sam tells me.

"That's a lie!" I spit out before even thinking. I feel bad for lying but there is no way that they could know the truth. I don't even like knowing the truth.

Dean and Sam both look at me questioningly, "You sure about that?" Dean asks.

"Yes!" I assure, "I was coming back from the coffee place down the street and I bumped into him. He started hitting on me. When I told him to beat it he started calling me a slut and was trying to touch me. So I hit him! Okay!" I breathe out heavily, partly from being tired and partly from feeling guilty.

"So are you guys still mad or what?" I ask looking back and forth between Sam and Dean's unreadable faces. Their expressions were changing almost every second.

"Mad?" Dean says, not being able to stop the small chuckle, "Try...delighted. In fact I don't think I've ever been this proud!" He defiantly has a proud smile on as he comes over and places an arm around my shoulders, which makes me feel even guiltier.

"But it does make me want to go and punch that jerk's face in myself."

"Please don't." I say pleadingly, backing up from Dean, "Can we please just head home."

Sam nods his head and walks towards me, placing an arm around me, "Yea. Let's get out of here."

He holds me tight and I can almost feel his guilt for accusing me. I bite my lip to keep my secret from spilling out of my mouth as I rest my head against him on our way to the car.

"I'm sorry Jenny. I should have trusted you. I know you would never do something like that."

"It's okay Sammy."

I bite my lip in shame as he places a kiss on my head before closing the backdoor, leaving me with my own thoughts to eat me alive.

A/N: Searching for the perfect size rock to hide under as I type...