A/N: Sorry it's taken so long guys! The first semester just ended last friday so I had five tests tat week and two projects due on friday. I was busy, busy, busy. And a special thanks to whereinthewrld who gave me a genius storyline for Jenny! It's not coming up for a few more chapters, but it's gonna be huge! Thanks so much! X O X O.

Shadow of the Day

"Shut up!" I cry, shaking my head.

"It's not my fault you turned into a slut. It's a shame because you had so much potential. But now you're just a big disappointment."

"Stop!" I yell.

"Mom and Dad hate you now too. Why wouldn't they? You are a little slut!"

"Stop it! Stop! Just stop!"

I jump up in my bed, panting heavily as beads of sweat coat my light skin. This is the fourth time I have had the same dream. She would taunt me mercilessly and call me a slut with such hatred and anger it left me shaken up all night.

And in my usual routine, I stand up from my bed and tiptoe down the hall, careful not to hit the one floorboard by Dean's bedroom that squeaks. I pass it quietly and walk into the entrance of Sam's bedroom. I walk quietly to the side of his bed, making sure I don't stub my toe on his bed like I did last time.

"Sam" I whisper quietly, trying to wake him, "Sam"

He turns over, mumbling words of nonsense as he battles with sleep.

"Sam" I repeat, finally getting him to open his eyes. They are only open slightly as he looks up at me with sad eyes.

"Another nightmare?"

I nod my head sadly, but not looking him in the eyes. Having nightmares as a kid was embarrassing and this is about ten times worse.

"We really should talk about this, Jenny." He says, sitting up a bit more, wiping his exhausted eyes.

"Not now. Please."

I plead with puppy eyes and a quivering lip, and it doesn't take long for Sam to give in.

"Come on."

He pulls back the dark blue covers that I helped him pick out and scoots over, allowing me to crawl in.

Once I lay down he puts his arm around me, pulling me close as I rest my head on his chest. No longer having any doubts of my safety, I immediately fall asleep after he places a small kiss protectively on my forehead.

"Jenny…" Someone whispers softly, causing me to turn over and stubbornly bring a pillow to my exposed ears.

"Come on, sleepyhead." Sam laughs "We have a hunt to go on."

My head immediately snaps up with my hairs sprawled messily across my face "What?!"

"Hunt. Today. Get Ready." Sam says as he gets clean clothes out of his dresser drawers and places them in his duffel bag, which is at my feet.

"How far away is it?" I ask tiredly, getting up and flattening out the wrinkles in one of Dean's large AC/DC shirts that I use as Pajamas.

"Chicago." Sam informs me, "Hurry up because we want to get there by tomorrow."

"Okay." I yawn, walking out of the room and down the hall to mine. I wasn't thrilled about leaving this early but at least it distracts Sam from inquiring about the dreams.

Once I get into my room I pack enough clothes for a week, just incase it takes that amount of time, which is enough to fill two duffels. And I make sure that my IPod and Laptop are fully charged before putting them in their cases along with the appropriate chargers and other accessories.

I ponder weather I shoulder change out of my Band T and flannel plaid pajama pants, but decide against it. I'll probably sleep most of the ride anyway.

"Ready?" Dean asks popping his head in through my door.

"Yeah" I nod "Can you just grab this bag for me?" I ask, pointing to my laptop case which I cannot fit in my arms that are occupied with my other two bags and my purse. He nods his head before grabbing my extra bag.

"Nice shirt, thief." He mutters to me before walking past me and down towards the Impala.

Once we got to the city Sam and Dean went out to do some undercover work, which hilariously required costume. I stayed back and did some research about our phantom killer which had already taken the life of a man, Ben Swordstrom, and more recently a young woman who worked at a downtown bar, Meredith Mcdonell. After looking up all of the information on them the internet had to offer I decided to take a nap.

I've been lying on the surprisingly comfy bed for about fifteen minutes when I hear the door open and once I glance up I see Sam enter the motel room.

"How's the research coming?" He asks, throwing the keys down on the table.

"Done." I smile up at him.

"And how are you feeling?" He asks concerned, making me groan.

"I feel fine. My antibiotics are working so the nausea is gone."

"How about mentally?" Sam asks, staring me down like he thinks I'm not telling him how I feel. Maybe I'm not. But this really isn't the time to talk about how I'm feeling. We've got a case to work on and I know that it should come first.

"I'm fine, okay? Where's Dean?" I change the subject. Which Sam definitely takes notice of, but decides not to call me on.

"Down at the bar where Meredith worked. I told him I'd meet him there." He explains, looking over the research that I printed out.

"Can I come?"

"To a bar?" He asks skeptically.

"No." I smile "To a Bar AND Grill. Completely different."

"Oh really?" He laughs.

"Yep. Plus I'm starving. Please Sammy."

He sighs reluctantly "You can come, but you have to stay with me the whole time."

"Deal." I stand up and grab my jacket.

"Let's go." I smile as Sam grabs the entire stack of papers I printed out on the victims and places them in his father's leather bound notebook.

We enter the building and after glancing around we see Dean at the bar flirting with one of bartenders. Once he catches our glance he finishes off a shot before saying goodbye to the brunette and walking over towards us as we sit down at a small table.

"Talked to the bartender..." Dean informs us.

"We saw." I grin, "Nice work ethic by the way."

"Hey. I'm offended…"

"Dean." Sam interrupts, wanting to get down to business.

Dean rolls his eyes before informing Sam, "There's nothing to find out. Meredith worked here, she waited tables. Everyone here is her friend. Everyone here says she is normal. She didn't do or say anything strange before she died. So what about that symbol? You find anything?"

I begin to faze out of the conversation, having been informed of it all on the ride over. I put my elbow on the table, propping my head up on my hand, watching as a group of boys down a round of Irish car bombs. I laugh as one boy doesn't drink his quick enough and his face turns sour, spitting out the remains of the drink in his mouth as it begins to curdle.

"Sam?" Dean asks, bringing my attention back to our table.

I look over to see Sam stand up and begin to walk across the bar. He approaches a girl with pixie blond hair. His hand taps her on the shoulder and when she notices him she immediately embraces him in a hug. A sense of anger bubbles in my stomach as Dean throws me a questioning gaze. Shrugging my shoulders we both stand up and walk over towards him and his 'friend'.

"Gosh, Sam. What are the odds we'd run into each other?" She says with an annoying smile. I harden my stance with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Yea I know. I thought I'd never see you again." Sam sounds friendly, like he actually likes this girl, which makes my hatred for her grow.

"Well, I'm glad you were wrong." She offers Sam a smile and they just stare at each other which is just plain sickening. I feel like I may vomit when Dean steps in, clearing his throat suggestively.

The blonde snaps her head towards him rudely, defiantly catching Dean off guard, "Dude, cover your mouth."

"Uhh…Yea, I'm sorry Meg" Sam begins. So the tramp's name is Meg. "This is my brother Dean."

She opens her mouth wide in realization, "Ohh…So this is Dean."

Dean smiles cockily, "So you've heard of me?"

"Oh yeah. I've heard of you. Nice, the way you treat your brother like luggage." She says, disgusted with him.

I open my mouth, shocked, as Dean looks at her confused, "Sorry?"

"Why don't you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over god's green earth?!"

That's it. I can't take skanky little miss know-it-all anymore.

"Excuse me! Who the hell are you?!" I yell, stepping forward slightly with a strong stance and my hands on my hips, "You don't even know Dean, so why don't you just shut your mouth!"

"Jenny!" Sam scolds, but Dean is still wiping off shock from Meg's attack.

"No! She can't just attack Dean like that!"

"You must be Jenny." She smiles sweetly and I can tell she is trying to get me on her side.

"Wow, you're smart. How'd you figure that out?" I laugh mockingly with a little bite.

"Listen, I know you may feel threatened. Your sister was…."

I immediately jump closer, with such strong anger and my fists clenched so tight that I can feel my fingernails pierce the inside of my palm.

"Don't you dare talk about my sister! And don't you try to be nice to me! I swear to god, if you ever talk about her again I will fuc…" I am cut off by Dean's hand covering my mouth and one of his arms wrapping around my torso.

"We're just gonna head over here." He informs with a fake smile as he nods towards the other side of the room. He then walks me towards an empty table away in that direction, his hand still covering my mouth as I fume with anger.

"Someone needs a serious therapy session." He sits me at a table, and removes his hand from my mouth.

"I'm sorry, but who the hell was that girl? Acting like she knew all about you! And how dare she talk about Jessica?! I fucking hate her!" I yell the last part in her direction, knowing well that she can't hear me, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Hmm…" Dean smirks, "Would this have anything to do with Sam maybe liking her?"

"He doesn't like her!"

"Jenny?" Dean questions.

I sigh, before I roll my eyes and admit defeat, "Maybe. But it's just weird. Sam has always been with Jess, for as long as I've known him." I bite my lip uncomfortably, "I don't know if I can stand seeing him with anyone else."

Dean nods, sitting down next to me, "Sammy's a big boy Jenny. And you realize that he probably at one point or another is going to meet someone he really likes. You want him to be happy right?"

I nod, feeling guilty, "I do. It's just going to be hard, that's all."

Dean places a hand on my shoulder comfortingly, "Come on, Lets get out of here."

I smile up at him, "But I still don't like that girl."

"Me neither." He confirms, and I stand up from my chair.

We walk to the exit and stand outside, rating how drunk girls are as they walk by while we wait for Sam to come out.

Once he does he has a private chat with Dean before they call me over. "You're going to head back to the motel with Dean." Sam informs me.

"Where are you going?"

He and Dean exchange an awkward glance, and I immediately catch on, "Please tell me you're not going with Meg!"

"Jenny…"

"No! Sam, she's a bitch!"

"Jenny! I think there is something going on with her. So I'm going to go and check up on her and make sure there is nothing out of the ordinary."

"Oh" I nod, wanting to ask exactly how they met, but deciding this may not be the best time, "Will you be back tonight?"

"Yeah" He nods, "Just go back with Dean. He'll pick you guys up some dinner on the way."

"Okay, I'll see you back at the motel." I give Sam a goodbye smile before turning around and walking the two blocks back to our motel with Dean.

"Ughhh! This case is hopeless!" I groan with a mouthful of pepperoni pizza as I sit Indian style on my bed, looking over the victim's information.

Dean holds his finger up to me, finishing a conversation on the phone. "Of course. Thanks so much, Amy. You really are a true American. I'll have to call you back later about that drink. Okay, bye." He says with his flirting smile before hanging up the phone.

"What was that?" I laugh.

"If you laugh I won't share the new info I just got from my 'friend' Amy at the police department." He says as he crosses his arms over his chest and cocks his face threateningly.

I quickly close my lips, dying for the news. "I won't speak. Promise."

"Well…" He begins standing up, "Turns out Meredith was adopted."

"Okay?" I don't see the point yet.

"She was born in Lawrence, Kansas."

This is what I have been waiting for, the chance to finally kill the evil son of a bitch that took my sister away from me forever. I want to rip this bastard limb from limb, and it just happens to be a bonus that Meg may be collateral damage.

I come out of the bathroom in a fresh pair of low rise jeans and a knitted grey shirt decorated with small black skull and cross bones. I walk down the hallway towards the bedroom where Sam and Dean are getting ready.

"I'm not gonna live this life forever." I hear Sam say in a very gentle voice, so I decide to back up against the wall so I won't be seen. "Dean, when this is all over you're gonna have to let me go my own way."

"What about Jenny?" Dean asks, this is exactly the question I was just thinking in my head.

"Don't you want her to have a normal childhood, Dean? Do you really want her to grow up like we did?"

"So…So that is gonna be it. You guys take off and go live some apple pie life and I don't get to see either of you again?" I can tell Dean is hurting. He probably feels just like I do. Like he is going to be loosing the only family he has if we leave.

"You'll see us, just not as much." Sam explains.

I have that fear rolling around in the pit of my stomach, the one that I now find all too familiar. I feel as if I have a large lump in my throat and as if tears could spill over at any moment. Finally I step out from behind the wall and into the bedroom where they are having their heart to heart.

"I don't wanna leave after this Sam." I tell him as my chin quivers, scared.

Sam and Dean look up at me, Sam stares at me sadly, "Jenny…"

"No. I don't wanna leave Dean. Why can't we just stay together?" I beg Sam, my voice raising and tears brimming in the corners of my eyes.

"Jenny, you deserve to be a teenager." He says starting to get choked up and I know that he is just trying to do what is best for me. "You deserve to have friends that you don't have to lie to and you deserve to…to be normal."

"Sammy, I want those things. I really do." I say, "But not as much as I want a family. And you and Dean, you are my family." I look to Dean with a teary smile before turning back to Sam, "I can't lose another person I love. Please don't make me."

Sam sighs, overwhelmed and grabs one of the duffels full of weapons from off the bed, "We'll talk about this later. We've got to work now." He throws the bag over his shoulder before turning around and leaving.

I bite my lip, holding back the tears that are still threatening to spill over. My legs feel as if they are frozen in place and my stomach is an empty hole.

Feeling a hand on my shoulder I lift my head up and look back, seeing Dean there sadly. Sam defiantly affected him too. Finally I turn my body around completely, falling instantly into Dean's embrace with a hollow sigh.

"I don't want to leave you, Dean." I whimper, letting a tear fall on his flannel shirt as I bury my face inside.

"Well hopefully that'll never happen." He rubs a strong hand through my wavy locks before giving me a protective kiss on the head. I can tell he is trying to give me hope, but he really isn't sure himself. "Come on." He says pulling back and pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Let's go kill this bastard."

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