Jenny Don't Be Hasty

It has been two weeks since John was pronounced dead and three weeks since I found out that I'd been raped. Sam, Dean, and I are staying at one of their father's old hunting friend's house. His name is Bobby Singer. He is a bit rough around the edges and has a mouth like no other. However I find that he's a bit of a teddy bear at heart.

"Do you want some breakfast Bobby?" I ask, walking into his office with a plate of pancakes and bacon that I made.

"Oh Jennifer," He looks up from his numerous books, "You didn't have to cook."

"You've been letting the boys and I stay here for weeks. It's the least I can do."

"Well it looks delicious. I'll be in the kitchen in a moment. Just let me finish up here."

I walk back into his kitchen and place his plate on the table before going back to the stove and filling up three more plates with pancakes and bacon for Sam, Dean, and I. When I am done I walk to Bobby's back door which leads out to his backyard, if you can even call it a yard. It's covered with cars, most of which are never going to touch the black cement of the highway ever again.

"Sam! Dean!" I call to them as they stand by the Impala, turning towards me.

"Breakfast is ready. Come inside."

Dean wipes of his hands with a grease rag before walking towards the house, leaving Sam staring after him for a few moments before following.

Dean hasn't really been dealing with John's death at all and I know that it is really getting to Sam. Not only is he confused by Dean's indifference when the man spent his entire life trying to please him, but I think Sam is also worried because he has twice seen what not dealing with death can do to a person, with me. And to be honest I'm scared for Dean too.

"This smells terrific Jenny." Dean mutters, sitting down across from Bobby and immediately digging into his plate.

I continue to stand until Sam walks in and I give him a smile and a pat on the arm before we both sit down at the table.

"So Dean…" I start, trying to find conversation, "How long until the Impala is up and running?"

"Not to long." He answers bleakly, putting more food into his mouth.

I roll my eyes tiredly. Why is starting a conversation like pulling teeth around here?

"Hey Bobby, Do you have any cars that Dean and I could borrow for the day?"

I snap my head up in surprise towards Sam. Where are he and Dean planning to go? They can barely talk to each other in the first place.

"I might. It ain't gonna be nothing special."

"Anything will be fine Bobby. Thanks." Sam smiles politely before taking a bite of his pancakes.

"Where are you guys going? Is it a hunt?"

Sam and Dean glance at each other before Sam swallows his bite of food and answers me.

"No, not a hunt…"

"Can I come with you? Please."

"Jenn─" Sam sounds tired and agitated, but I really want to get out.

"Sam, please. I haven't left this house in two weeks. No offence Bobby." I add the last part quickly. I really do appreciate him letting us stay here.

"None taken"

"Please Sammy!"

"No Jenny!" He bites, lowering his tone when he realizes how loud he was, "Listen, I don't know what we're getting into and I don't want you there."

I glance at him hurt before a scowl takes over my face, "Fine! Enjoy your breakfast."

I throw down my silverware and napkin before turning around and stomping my feet out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my guest room.

A few days later I sit with Bobby in his office, doing some research on the many theories of how to kill a zombie. I spent my first day without Sam and Dean just sitting in my room but Bobby has been letting me help him and I love it. I love working with such a veteran hunter, I've learned so much already.

"Yeah Luke, Some of these ideas are buckets of crazy, but this one sounds legit."

"Yep. No problem. Bye."

"Is he gonna call tomorrow?" I ask once Bobby puts the phone down.

"Yea. After his trip to the cemetery he'll call to tell us how it went."

"Great." I smile, closing the book.

"So you ready for bed kid?"

"I might just watch a little TV if you don't mind, Bobby."

"Of course not. We'll g'night kid. You know where I'll be." He gives me a small pat on the shoulders before heading to the stairs.

"Goodnight Bobby."

After I see him make his way to the top of the stairs and here his bedroom door close, I begin my nightly routine.

Walking over to his desk, I open the bottom drawer and grab the large bottle of Jack Daniels. I take the glass out of the same drawer and pour in some of the copper colored liquid. Quietly, I put the bottle back in the drawer and walk into the living room, sitting in front of the TV and taking a large gulp of the whiskey. It burns on the way down, but I like the feeling.

I hate this. A few years ago I was a normal kid with normal parents and an older sister that was in college and dating the love of her life. Now I'm sitting on the floor of the love of her life's surrogate uncle and waiting for him and his brother to get back from killing some crazy psycho clown. At least that's what Bobby said, because I was just too stubborn to stop being mad at Sam and talk to him. Which I realize now is extremely stupid.

I finish the glass and walk back on wobbly feet to Bobby's office grab the bottle, bringing it with me into the living room. I pour some more into my glass before I place the bottle into my duffel bag, and I watch the TV as I finish the glass off. Once it's done my mind is completely free. I don't have to think about Jessica, or the demon, or the fact that I was raped and didn't even know it.

"Jennifer. Wake up."

"Ugghhhh…"

"Sam and Dean are on their way."

"WHAT?!"

I sit up quickly, and my head explodes in pain which causes me to cringe. Once I give my temples a small rub I look at Bobby with wide eyes. Sam and Dean have only been gone for five days. Don't get me wrong, it's felt like much longer, but I figured they'd be gone for much longer on their first hunt back.

"They called and said they aren't far away. You should start packing up your things Jennifer."

I wipe the tiredness out of my eyes quickly and make sure that all of my clothes are in my bag. Once I'm done I grab my shorts and hot pink Ramones shirt, and then I head up to the bathroom.

It only takes me a few moments to change and then I grab my bathroom bag, using the toothbrush inside to brush my teeth and then zipping it back up. I take off down the stairs, wanting to get everything together before they get here, but once I get to the bottom I smack into something large and fall back onto the stairs, my head feeling like a jar full of marbles rolling around inside.

Stupid hangover

"Oh shit! Sorry Jenny. I was just coming to get you."

I look up at Dean hovering over me before he reaches out and pulls me into a standing position.

"Thanks." I mutter before pointing to the living room, "I have to go finish getting my stuff together. I'll be ready soon."

"Okay. Just meet us in the kitchen Jenny."

I grab my duffel bag from next to the couch and with a huff I throw it over my shoulder and walk into the kitchen to see all the boys around the table.

"Hey. You ready to go?"

"Yep."

"Okay. Thanks Bobby." Sam says as he and Dean stand up from their chairs, giving Bobby a strong handshake.

"Thanks for letting me stay here Bobby." I smile, "I really appreciate it."

"Sure thing, kid."

I give Bobby a small hug before walking out to the car with Sam and Dean. I throw my stuff into the trunk before I plop myself onto the seat with a huff.

"So how was your hunt? What was the deal with the killer clown?"

"Someone is in a better mood." Dean remarks, "When we left you wanted to rip our heads off."

"I'm sorry guys. I just─I─I don't know, but I'm sorry."

Sam turns around, staring at me, "Are you sure there's nothing going on?"

I put on my assuring smile and nod my head, "Of course."

He nods, I'm not sure if he believes me, but he certainly accepts it for now.

That night I sit on the couch, watching a scary movie as I paint my short nails in a black polish. It gets to the part where the killer is about to sneak up on its third victim when Sam walks into the room, a bowl of popcorn in his hands.

"Ohhh, You're awesome!"

"I thought you might like it." He chuckles, "Why are you painting you're nails black? Are you going Goth or something?"

"No. Black is cute. And it goes with everything."

"Oh. I see."

I grab some popcorn with my right hand and stuff it into my mouth. It has the perfect mixture of salt and butter and it tastes fantastic.

"So Jenny…"

"So Sammy…" I mock, knowing his tone is serious and I'm really not in the mood for a serious talk.

"Jenny…" He warns, causing me to sigh.

"What's up Sam?"

"I need you to talk to me."

"Ummm…About what?" I try and give him a nice perky smile, like absolutely nothing is bothering me.

"Listen, I know you've been having a really hard time lately. The whole Gon─"

"Sam!" I stop him, flinching just at the thought of the topic, "I don't…I don't want to talk about this."

"I know that. That's why I haven't been pushing you to."

"Oh. Cus' you're not pushing me right now?!"

"What is going on Jenny? I know what happened to you sucked, bu─"

"No you don't!" I yell, tears coming to my eyes, "You don't know anything about what happened to me!"

Sam's face turns from saddened to shocked immediately as I yell at him, knowing that something isn't right in my head, and knowing that he doesn't have all of the information.

"Jenn─"

Sam reaches out to touch my hand but I jump up, pulling away immediately.

"No! Just leave me alone!"

I run away to my room and slam the door, tears shaking my body as I collapse onto my bed.

A/N: Finally got my computer back from geeksquad! It took longer than expected but they did an amazing job! They replaced my entire keyboard and got me a new battery cus mine was a piece of crap. So I am officially back now, and things are gonna get really good...

lol. That felt a little cheesy :p

Oh and I love all my reviewers! Thank you so much!

~Mary