A/N: Hey everyone! I'm so sorry about the wait. I've been really busy with the holidays and I've been so stressed lately. Btw. If anyone knows anyway to get rid of nightmares please let me know! I could really use some good sleep! They are driving me crazy!

I promise to have the next chapter up by friday so I hope you all can forgive me for how late this one is!

Shadows of the Night

"Get your ass out of my face!" I whisper strongly as we climb up the elevator shaft of the abandoned warehouse.

"Shhhh." Sam whispers, motioning how close we are to the floor where Meg is holding her ritual or whatever it is she does.

Sam and Dean get all the way to the top with me close behind. Sam gets through the bars of the shaft first, immediately raising his gun with precaution to Meg who is standing over her alter. Then Dean pulls himself up and into the room before turning back around and grabbing onto my hand, pulling me up.

Now, shotguns in hand we walk quietly to the back of the room, hiding behind some empty old wooden boxes with our shotguns raised.

"Guys, hiding is a little bit childish, don't you think?" Meg exclaims, not bothering to turn around from her alter.

"That didn't go like I planned." Dean mutters towards Sam and me.

"Why don't you come out?" Meg says, turning around towards us.

Slowly we come out from behind the boxes. I lower my gun only slightly but raise it immediately when I see Sam and Dean's guns raised.

"Sam, I have to say this puts a real crimp in our relationship." She says with her cheeky attitude.

"Yea tell me about it." He bites.

"So where's your little Daeva friend?" Dean asks.

"Around. And that shotgun is not going to do much good."

"Don't worry, bitch." I smile, "The shotgun is not for the demon."

"So who is it Meg?" Sam asks, "Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?"

She looks us over before giving one of her sly smirks, "You"

Soon a dull roaring sound fills the room and as I look around I see the shadow on the wall. The creature is flying down into the room and before I can do anything it gets Sam, slashing him across the face.

Dean goes to block me and ends up getting hit, landing in a pile of old crates. I look around scared at a bleeding Sam and Dean before the Daeva slashes me across the chest, causing me to fall back. I feel the pain in my forehead as I twist around and bang it against the floor, but then it all goes black.

I wake up with a strong pain in my head which makes it too difficult to open my eyes. As I become more conscious I can feel my arms tied behind me around a post. I can't even remember anything, and it hurts too much to try and figure it out. There is a dull roar that makes me want to open my eyes, and when I hear the high pitched scream of a woman I instantly pull them open.

I see Meg being dragged on the ground and she is pulled towards the large window, away from me. She goes through the window and her scream becomes muffled before there is the distinct sound of her hitting the ground.

I then notice Sam running to where Dean is tied to a post next to me and cutting him free.

"Sammy." I mumble through the pain.

"Jenny!" He sighs in relief as he and Dean both run over to where I am tied up.

"Are you okay Jenny?" Dean asks, trying to check me over as Sam cuts me free.

"Yeah." I say breathless, tiredly smacking away Dean's hands with my newly freed ones, "Just a headache. But what happened with Meg? Did you kill the Demon? Is the bastard dead?"

"Slow down." Dean says, helping me stand up from my sitting position.

"Did you kill it?" I ask hurriedly to Sam and Dean, too excited to calm down.

Sam sighs and I can tell it isn't the news I was hoping for, "It wasn't the right demon."

"But I thought…"

"It was a trap." Dean informs me, "They just wanted to get to our dad."

"Fuck." I sigh. I so badly wanted that evil son of a bitch to be dead.

"Come on." Sam says, placing an arm around me, "Let's get back to the motel."

I nod sadly before following them. They slowly help me get down the elevator shaft and once we get to the bottom we walk to the Impala and get in.

"Fuck" I mutter, looking into the rearview mirror at myself.

"What?" Dean asks as him and Sam look back at me.

"This was my favorite shirt!" I exclaim with as much force as I can while I inspect the shirt that is covered in blood from where the Daeva scratched me below my collarbone.

Dean shakes his head before turning back to the front of the car, and putting the key in the ignition.

"How's your head?" Sam asks, causing me to raise me hand to the wound I got when I smacked my head on the ground.

Looking in the mirror I see the large purple bump right by my hairline and it has blood trailing down the side of my face. I give it a light touch and immediately wince in pain.

"It's peachy" I sigh, laying back down in the seat.

Once we arrive to our hotel, Sam grabs the weapon bag and gets out of the car. Dean and I follow him up to our floor.

"You couldn't just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean asks, grabbing our room key from his pocket.

"I said it before and I'll say it again, I'd rather be safe than sorry." Sam replies, looking around to make sure we weren't followed.

Dean opens the door and we all walk in, but we don't make it far.

"Hey!" Dean yells and I look to see a man standing in the dark by the window.

Sam immediately turns the light on and the man turns around. But the man doesn't look threatening, he looks loving. I look to Sam and Dean who both have astonished looks on their faces. I let my guard down a bit, thinking this man isn't too much of a threat or he would already be on the floor. I look back up at Sam who looks like he might cry at any moment.

"Dad" Dean says.

My mouth drops open as Dean walks to him and they embrace in a hug. I have only seen one picture of this man and the only time I hear anything about him is when I overhear Sam and Dean fighting. It is usually about how Sam never listens to him and all Dean does is take his orders.

Dean and his dad, who if I am correct is named John, walk slowly towards each other before strongly embracing each other in a hug. They both hold on sturdily and as they break apart Sam walks over, and I follow him awkwardly.

Dean and I watch carefully as Sam and John find each other's eyes.

"Hi Sam." John says, trying not to show much emotion but I can see how much he cares for Sammy.

"Hi Dad." Sam replies quietly, nervously.

John gives him a loving smile as Sam places the weapon bag down on the floor, careful of his tender shoulder. I look at the man nervously as he notices me.

"You must be Jennifer." He says.

"Oh…Uh…" I look at Sam and Dean nervously, how did he know that?

He catches my confusion before filling me in, "I believe you met my friend Missouri."

"Oh…" I smile shyly, "Yeah. It's nice to meet you Sir." For some reason this man's presence made me feel like he should be addressed as a 'Sir'.

He sticks his hand out and I shake it as strongly as my fatigue will allow.

"It's nice to meet you too. And I should thank you for taking care of my boys. They give you much trouble?"

I giggle at his humor, "A little, but I dish it back so I'd say we're even."

He smiles at me before Dean informs him about the hunt being a trap, but John had already suspected. They converse about the hunt before jumping into the larger picture, the Demon, the bastard that killed his wife and my sister.

"It knows I'm close. It knows that I'm gonna kill it, not just exercise it or send it back to hell, but actually kill it."

"How?" Dean asks.

John looks at Dean with a smile, "I'm workin' on that."

Sam asks John to let us join him in the hunt for it, but John won't allow it. I look on sadly as he explains to Sam that he couldn't let them get hurt.

"Listen Sammy…" John begins, "the last time we were together we had one hell of a fight."

"Yes sir." Sam replies a little cold, but I can tell he is just afraid to show the emotion he really feels.

"It's good to see you again. It's been a long time."

"Too long."

Sam finally begins to let a smile tug on the corner of his lips. They walk together, wrapping their arms around each other in a hug. I see John let his own tears fall down his rough and unshaven cheeks and Sam breathes uneasy, too full of emotion.

They back up and Sam is a little awkward as he looks in multiple directions. But John has such a proud smile on his face. I can't help but smile myself as I see Sam reconcile with the father he thought hated him.

I look up at Sam happily when they shrill roaring of the Daevas returns to my ears.

"Ahhh!" John yells as they throw him back onto the kitchen floor. I look around scared as the same happens to Sam. Turning helplessly to Dean, I try to reach for him when I get hit myself, slashed across the face.

"NOOOO!" Dean yells as I hit the floor and look up to see Dean getting pushed onto his back.

I look over to John and the Daevas have him pressed up against the cabinets, continually taking swipes at him. He cries out in pain and I try to make my way over to him, knowing their purpose is to kill him. But as I crawl closer a Daeva is on me and it scratches me deeeply across the back.

"Ahhhh!" I scream as I curl onto my side and the Daeva slashes me across the stomach repeatedly. I lie in agony and can't hear anything over the sound of our screams.

I hear Sam yell something and before I know it the room is filled with a bright light. Soon smoke makes its way to my mouth and causes me to cough ferociously. I try to stand but the pain in my stomach is too powerful for me to hold myself up.

"Jenny!" I hear Sam yell through his own coughs.

"Over here!" I cry, my throat feels like it's on fire.

Through squinted eyes I see Sam coming towards me, he grabs onto me and pulls me up. I scream as my cuts are pulled, causing extreme pain, but I just hold on to Sam tighter. He leads me out behind Dean who is supporting John and we quickly get out of the building and run in the ally where the Impala is.

"Alright, come on." Sam speaks rapidly, opening the Impala door and lowering me quickly but carefully onto the seat. "We don't have much time. Once the flare is out they'll be back."

"Ahh!" I squirm as the cut on my back touches the leather of the Impala. Sam gives me a reassuring pat on the knee before closing the door and turning to Dean and John.

I look through the window as Dean lets his father off of his shoulder. He speaks strongly and Sam throws it right back, letting me know they obviously don't agree. I try to continue watching but the pain in my back and stomach soon become too much and the blood is coming out at a fast pace. I bite my lip strongly, muttering a few curse words, as I grab my sweatshirt from beside me and place it on my stomach. I try to stop the large flow of blood, but as as I lift up the sweatshirt I can see that it is covered in crimson and the blood has not slowed.

I look through the window to see Sam and Dean watch their father walk towards his truck. I try to lift my hand to knock on the window and get their attention, but it is too far for me to reach.

"Sam! Dean!" I yell through raspy breaths, but they don't see me.

"Sammy!" I cry, finally getting his attention as his father's truck is driving away.

There heads both snap towards me, opening the door quickly. "What is it?" Sam asks worried, but not fully here.

"The blood won't stop." I mutter, lifting up the sweatshirt to show them.

"Shit!" Dean bites as he quickly runs to the trunk, probably for the first aid kit.

Sam sits down next to me, now his attention is solely focused on me. He places the sweater down on my stomach hard, so hard that I can't help but cry out in pain.

"Ahhh!"

"Shhh." He soothes, "I know it hurts, but we have to get the bleeding to stop. You're gonna be fine." He assures.

"Sammy, start driving. I'll start to patch her up." Dean exclaims, giving Sam a little pull.

Sam backs out of the seat and Dean immediately takes his place. Sam starts the car and begins to drive off and Dean lifts up the sweatshirt, now soaked with my blood.

"I'm sorry" I whisper quietly to Dean as he gets the appropriate tools out of the first aid kit.

He grabs the thread and needle before looking up at me "Sorry for what, sweetheart?"

"I…" My breath hitches and I cough up some of the smoke still in my lungs, "I got blood on the Impala."

He smiles up at me before preparing the needle, "Don't worry about it. You'll just have to clean it up when you're all better."

I smile faintly at his humor as I begin to allow sleep to over come me.