Miss Nothing

"Do I have to stay in the room?" I ask, a frown on my face as Dean and Sam get ready to leave the motel, "I promise I can hunt!"

"We're sure you can Jenn." Dean tells me.

"But we want you to rest for a bit longer and then work up your skills before you start again." Sam tells me, "Trust us Jenn, you can get rusty real quick."

"Whatever…" I sigh, flopping back onto the bed with Charlie's dog Winnie next to me, instantly curling up by my leg. I promised her I would watch him while she went to visit her dad, and when I found out about the hunt I was actually happy to have some company in the boring hotel.

"Call us if you need anything." Sam says, grabbing his coat off of the bed and giving me a kiss on the head.

"Yep…"

Sam and Dean leave the ramshackle motel room and it takes me a grand total of two hours before I begin getting stir crazy. Doesn't sound like too long, but when the stupid motel has no cable it feels like weeks. After attempting to create a game about the number of prostitutes I see walking by our window I get desperate enough to take Winnie outside for a walk. I'm not sure how happy Sam and Dean would feel about it, but what they don't know won't hurt them.

Winnie and I run for about two miles when we come to a park that we stop at, using an old dead tree branch to play fetch. She runs all over with a big fat puppy smile on her face. You can sense her excitement as she prances around the grassy field, sometimes mingling with the curious children.

I can see the sun start to go down so Winnie and I begin to jog back to our motel room. We're about a half a mile from our motel when Winnie pauses, the hair on her back instantly rising.

"What is it girl?" I look around at our surroundings, not seeing any people around us on the mostly abandon street.

She just keeps looking around like she knows something is approaching, but she can't place from where which makes me nervous. Slowly and carefully I kneel down and gently place my fingertips on the bulge of the knife inside my right sock that Dean insists I always have with me, even in school. I hear something in the air, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise. But before I can reach my hands under the soft fabric of my sock a force pushes me back strongly, something stinging my mouth and nose as I lie on the cracked cement, barely able to breath as the disturbance forces it's way into my body.

Once it finally stops I am in so much pain that I can't even think of moving, but before I know what is happening my body stands up, brushing the dirt off of my clothes and straightening my hair.

"This is gonna be fun."

Shit! I just said that! My mouth, my voice, my smirk. But I had no control, and I still don't as my body walks down the sidewalk, having to pick up Winnie because the pup senses something is wrong.

I try and move my body madly, but no matter how strong I push and scream nothing on my body is affected in the slightest, but finally I do get some reaction, but not a good one.

"Listen brat. Don't make this difficult for me. Just sit there and shut up and I won't slit your throat while Sammy and Dean watch."

In an instant I know what the voice is, any hunter would. It's a demon.

Sam and Dean have made me very familiar with all the signs of demonic possession and the force that knocked me down and burned my throat was the demon entering me, like Dean had explained during many of my hunting lessons. Of course I never thought in a million years that it would happen to me.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask the demon.

"I have no choice sweetheart. It's called revenge."

I just want to cry, but when I begin the demon just smiles, which makes the sobs come even harder while I never shed a single tear.

"Now as much as I love this cute teenage vintage rocker thing you've got going on, I think we need to go just a bit grungier."

Five hours later we head back towards the motel, me, Winnie and this bitch inside me. I hated her the moment she entered my body, but then she decided she had to fuck up my hair, and that was when I vowed to send her back to hell. My previously wavy honey blonde hair that came down past my collarbone is now bleach blonde and reaches much farther down my back. And apparently the hair wasn't enough because then she got enough dark makeup to make me look like a hooker, dark black eyes and blood red lips. But the worst part has to be the clothes, a short black dress and black fishnet stockings, combat boots and a leather jacket. The dress is so tight that my chest is popping out of it and it barely covers my ass.

As we get within seeing distance of the motel the Demon takes out a bottle of vodka that she, or I, stole and opens it, making me take a large gulp and burning my throat. But after that gulp she just holds the bottle out to my side and turns it forwards, letting about half of the vodka pour onto the sidewalk.

I just watch on with dread as she then makes us continue towards the motel and come up to the motel door, bottle still in hand and forcing a dazed look in my eyes before she opens up the motel room, stumbling in convincingly.

Sam and Dean shoot up at the disturbance, pulling their guns on me as they don't recognize my changed appearance. I want to scream out to them, shout that I need help, but I know it will just make the Demon even angrier and irrational.

"You wanna put down the guns?" I hear my voice laugh as the demon lets go of Winnie's leash and she makes a run for the bathroom.

"JENNY?" Sam and Dean yell, making the demon only laugh louder.

"In the flesh."

"What the hell did you do to yourself?" Sam yells.

He stares with wild eyes at the attire I have on as the Demon shrugs off the leather jacket, revealing just how low cut the dress really is, enough to let my lacy pink bra show.

"It's called a change. I was sick of looking like a school girl."

"So you'd rather look like a whore?" Dean asks, causing me to chuckle from inside, I couldn't have said it better myself.

"Hey, If they pay well…" The demon says before lifting up the bottle and taking a sip.

"Seriously? Again? You may not be able to get drunk, but I sure can!"

But the demon just ignores me, getting excited as Sam and Dean stare at the glass bottle in my hands once she swipes my lips clean.

"Oh, do you want some?" The demon offers with an innocent look, holding out the bottle for the brothers.

Dean just grabs the bottle hastily, his jaw clench so hard he can't even scream at me, but Sam sure can.

"What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Uhhh…fun?"

Sam steps in, "God Jenny! I knew we shouldn't have left! You obviously aren't ready for this!"

I'm not going to lie, even with all of the commotion Sam's words still manage to hurt me. How much do I have to prove to him that I'm ready? Whatever. So not the time for this.

"Oh, cus I'm so fragile?"

I cringe as the Demon brings up my real emotions. I know quickly that this is going to get ugly.

Dean steps in to help his brother, "Well you obviously can't deal because you went out, got drunk, and somehow convinced yourself that you should enter a Courtney Love look-a-like contest."

"Did you ever think that I just wanted to get away from you guys? Maybe I'm sick of being treated like a porcelain doll!" The demon screams, throwing a lamp from the side table and letting it smash against the old panel wall.

I just watch as Sam and Dean stare on with their eyes wide open before a scoff escapes my mouth, "Whatever, I'm going to bed. Wake me up if you need to yell at me again."

With that the demon removes the thick boots from my feet and takes off the fishnets, changing into black leggings and a wife beater found in my bag without even bothering to go into the bathroom for privacy. As Dean and Sam share looks filled with anger and confusion, my body jumps into the bed farthest from the door. I want to stay awake, but as the Demon closes my eyes and it stays quite for a while I can't help but let my tiredness get the best of me.

I feel my body being dragged up from the bed as I am woken up from my less than peaceful nap. I don't know what time it is, but it must be late because Sam and Dean are both asleep in their beds. As the tiredness begins to leave my body I become worried, why is the demon getting up right now?

"What are you doing?"

"Oh you'll see."

My body bends down, reaching my hand into one of Sam and Dean's weapon bags. My heart drops as my hand comes back out with knife and the demon uses my eyes to linger over the sharp object.

"You don't do anything! I swear to god I'll─"

"You'll what?" She taunts, "You can't do anything, remember?"

A/N: I'm so sorry everyone for the wait. I've been suffering from writer's block. So if you have any helpful tips please please please let me know. But luckily I have the next chapter almost done, so it will be up in the beginning of next week. And thank you for every review and story alert. They kept me motivated to write this no matter how hard it was. Let me know what you think and if you have any magical cures for writer's block. Love you all!

-Marebear (What all my high school friends call me. lol.)

P.S. All of you who have seen my video for this fanfic know that I used Taylor Momsen as my insperation for Jenny. But as she has grown more...different...I really havent used her image. But for demon Jen she is perfect. So for the title of this chapter I used the song from her band "The Pretty Reckless" as the title and I really do love this song. I may find taylor a bit weird now but her band is amazing. Great music.
I'm done now. lol. Love you all! Hope you liked the chapter.