Bring On The Wonder

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?"

I let out a shaky breath of pure rage as my body strides slowly over to the side of a bed, it takes me a moment to compose myself and realize that it's Dean's bed. I scream inside at the demon as it climbs on the bed, straddling the Winchester without putting any weight on him. The knife makes its way up to his neck as my other hand holds onto his shoulder softly. But with one motion all of my weight is pressed on him. Inside I let out a scream as the blade grazes his neck, making a small slice from first impact.

"Wha─!"

"Shhh…" The demon moves my hand from his shoulder to his mouth and speaks deathly, "You aren't going to speak, understood?"

Dean just nods his head, looking up at me with eyes that make me cry out in pain. I can see him thinking that I am doing this to him, someone that I love more than almost anything. I need to stop this! There has to be something I can do!

The demon removes my hand from his mouth and moves it back to his shoulder, pushing him roughly into the bed. I cringe disgustedly as the demon slightly grinds my pelvis into his hips with a smirk on my face. But slowly as my hips lean into him I can see a look of realization come over Dean's face to replace his previous disgust, and I can feel my relief almost instantly.

"You're not Jenny are you?"

The demon just giggles, "You catch on quick."

Immediately Dean is filled with rage, fighting back against the demon's grip, "I swear to god if you hurt her─"

"Oh don't worry. It'll be over before she can even scream…that is if she could scream."

"You bitch!"

With a good punch Dean sends my body flying back off the bed. Pain radiates through my jaw and a searing pain comes from my leg as I land on Meg's knife.

"Dean?" Sam asks, jumping up from his bed and turning on a light as Dean advances on me.

"It's not her Sam! It's a demon!" He yells.

Dean gets close enough to grab me when my arm flies up and Dean is flung across the room and into a wall. That and the look of horror and confusion on Sam's face makes me flail against my demonic barrier, crying out to let me free. But the demon just tells me to quiet down and gives Sam and eerily innocent glance as my body stands.

"What's wrong Sammy? Are you mad at me?"

Sam just shakes his head, "You're not Jenny."

"You got me there Winchester. But don't doubt for a second that she can't hear, see, and feel everything going on."

"Get the fuck out of her!" Dean screams, struggling to get off the wall.

"Oh Dean… I miss you the most."

Miss him? How the fuck does she know him? And I can tell that I'm not the only one thinking this as Sam and Dean look at each other questioningly.

"Who are you?"

"Well let me refresh your memory…" She walks up to Sam, running my hand over his cheek kindly, making him flinch back away from me, "You two chuckleheads sent me to hell, but not before being kind enough to have me thrown off a building."

"Meg…" We all say in sync, my voice not audible.

"In the flesh…Jenny's flesh that is."

"You bitch!" Sam advances, causing my arm to go up once again, sending Sam into the wall next to Dean.

"STOP IT!" I scream. I have always hated Meg, even before I knew she was demonic. But now this bitch is going down

Sam shouts, "Why Jenny? What do you want with her?"

"Honestly," Meg paces the floor in lecture, "Just a little fun. You boys gave me a lot of hell, literally."

"Yeah, Sorry about that." Dean smirks.

"But payback is a bitch. And I thought, 'why not bring in the little brat for the fun?' Because lets face it, she is one of your biggest weaknesses, your Achilles tendon. And you're hers too. So when she slices your pretty little faces off she'll never forgive herself."

If I had control of my body it would be heaving in sobs. I can't let this happen, I have to fight it, somehow. So I take all of my rage, all of my fury and wrath, and scream, thrashing against Meg.

"Quit it kid." Meg bites out loud with a twitch, causing Sam and Dean to look at each other curiously, but it just encourages me to keep fighting.

Meg finally starts to feel something. I can't gain control of my body, but I can feel her power over me weaken. My body is hunched over while Meg tries to fend me off. And I take away just enough strength from her to let Sam and Dean fall to the ground, gasping for breath.

Dean doesn't waste much time before grabbing the salt canister from beside the door and grasping me by the mouth, forcing my head back. He pours the salt into my mouth which makes it sting like a bitch, especially when I feel Meg quickly leave my body. My mouth is open as the black smoke shoots out of my mouth and escapes up through the ceiling vent.

For the first time in a while I get control of my body and it drops like a watermelon from the top of a building. My body feels sore and my head is on fire, feeling like my brain is bouncing around in my skull.

"Woah!" Dean wraps his arms around me as I hit the ground and I try to grasp his shirt with my hands, "I got you."

"Meg─"

"I know Jenn, she's gone. Let's get you up now." Dean says, securing his arms around my waist and lifting me up. He lets me use my feet as much as I can, leaving him to practically drag me over to his bed. Once he sets me on the bed he begins to check me over, spitting out questions about how I'm feeling, but I just look around him to see Sam standing up from the ground and rubbing the back of his head.

"Sammy, are you okay?" I question worried.

"Just a bump." He mumbles, sitting down next to me with a hand on my back, "Let Dean check you out, okay? Because if you got hurt while the demon was in you─"

"I didn't." I assure them both quickly, "I'm fine. Promise."

I rest my head against Sam's shoulder tiredly and I slowly stretch out my arm, smiling as my body actually listens to my commands. In my amazement it takes me a few moments before I notice Sam and Dean's stares, concern still on their faces.

"You guys I'm really fine. I swear. I'll tell you all about what happened tomorrow, but I really just need some sleep. It's hard to get good sleep with you've got some bitch bleaching your hair and trying to slit your family's throat."

Dean nods, smirking when he realizes I called him family, "Sleep up." He tells me, grabbing me by the waist and helping me lie down on the bed while Sam stands up and fixes the blankets.

"Wait!"

My urgency causes Sam to stop immediately and Dean's grip on my waist to tighten as I grasp his forearms.

"This is your bed. You need to move me over." I say to Dean like it is a pressing matter, causing Sam and Dean to both laugh at me gently and shake their heads.

"It's okay Jenn. Just get some sleep." Dean tells me, pulling the covers up to cover me fully and giving me a kiss on the top of my head, "G'night."

Sam also gives me a kiss and tucks my newly colored hair behind my ear before reaching his hand up and turning off the light. You would think it would take forever to fall asleep with everything that happened, but I hear Dean slide back into his side of the bed and I feel safe, like everything is okay. So in only five minutes I am in a sound sleep while the two Winchester brothers lie in their beds, neither of them able to close their eyes.

The next morning I wake to Winnie licking my cheeks, getting her sticky slobber all over my face. I try and swat her adorable face, but I begin to giggle and realize that I'm not going back to sleep. So I lift my head off of my pillow and stretch out my body, cringing at a pain in my thigh. Wanting to inspect the throbbing I push back the covers and slide my legs over the side of the bed, but at the first ounce of pressure I let out a sharp gasp.

"Ahhh─"

"Jenn?" Sam and Dean are almost immediately awake.

"What is it?" Dean asks as he comes around the bed.

"It's fine─" I try and smile as the pain leaves my body, "I think I cut my leg or something."

Sam gives Dean a nod and lifts me up off of the bed, letting me wrap my arms around his neck with all my weight on him. My head falls right around his chest but as Dean's fingers gently graze the wound on my right leg I pull so tight on Sam that my head is resting on his shoulder as I whimper.

"It's okay." Sam soothes, running his hand across my back as he holds on tight.

Dean must give Sam and look because I can feel Sam nod before speaking, "We're gonna have to clean it out Jenn."

"It's gonna hurt, isn't it?"

"To put it nicely." Dean tells me as Sam lowers me back onto the bed so I am sitting next to him, "You have a stab wound on your leg, and now your pants are stuck to it."

"How bad is it gonna hurt?"

"Well I'm gonna have to take off your leggings, which hopefully won't hurt if I soak where the wound is, but there's a lot of dried blood Jenn."

"So you are gonna have to rip off my scabbed over stab wound?"

I look up at Dean fearfully before turning to Sammy, giving my best puppy dog eyes. Sam knows that their little make shift medical procedures are my enemy. Since beginning hunting I have become a little more accepting, but they are still something I dread with every fiber of my being. But no matter how much I stick out my bottom lip I can't change the outcome of this ass-tastic situation.

"Just give me some whiskey first."

Sam doesn't like this idea too much, but he nods his head anyway before walking over to the cabinets and grabbing the bottle. He unscrews the cap and places the whiskey in my hands. My eyes take in the bottle before closing my eyes and taking a large gulp. I am about to remove the bottle's rim from my pale lips, but thinking of the pain about to come makes me swallow another gulp.

"Woah. Easy tiger." Dean says, taking the drink from my greedy hands and giving it to Sam, "Ready?"

Dean finishes taping on the dressing as I steady my breathing. Damn that hurt like a bitch! And Sam only let me have two more gulps of the whiskey after Dean started, defiantly not enough to numb the pain. So all I could do was bite the dirty hotel pillow to keep myself from screaming out as my skin was ripped off and the large and open stab wound was cleaned out with alcohol.

"I'm all done sweetheart." Dean says, letting me know that he feels bad with his term of affection.

I nod, slowly relaxing my jaw and releasing my mouthful of pillow to look up at Sam, "I'm gonna kill that bitch."

I don't even have to tell Sam who I am talking about and he just laughs, nodding his head and rubbing my hand that is lying in his.

"Well we'll get you better first. Then we'll worry about Meg."

I think of just falling asleep, but my chilly legs quickly remind me that all I have on right now is a wife beater and black boy shorts. So I turn over slightly and hold my arms up to Sam, "Help please."

He grasps me by the arms and pulls me up, helping me stand as I can only apply a small amount of pressure to my left leg, "What do you need?"

"Well besides taking a piss I wouldn't mind getting some pants."

Dean just laughs as Sam has to restrain himself from correcting my language; I think I have a pretty damn good excuse for a potty mouth.

"Just get me to the bathroom and I can do the rest Sammy."

Once I have relieved my bladder for the first time in a while I slide myself into a pair of pink and white boxer shorts. After I finish I stand myself up and limp to the door, close to a one legged jump, but once I get the door open I immediately have both brothers by my side to try and help me.

"I'm fine guys."

But Dean loops his arm around my back and brings me to the bed, lowering me down carefully so I can sit with my back against the motel wall.

"So I guess this will give you guys another excuse to not let me hunt for at least another month."

My tone is attempting to be sarcastic, but Sam and Dean both know that it isn't much of a joke and there faces show a small amount of concern.

"Jenn, you know that you can't hunt with an injury." Sam tells me, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, well lately it seems that I can't hunt without an injury either."

"Jenn we're trying to protect you." Dean defends.

I take in a deep and soothing breath, trying to get out all of my bad energy. Maybe Meg did mess with my head a bit, even as much as I feel that I do have a point in my argument I really don't want to fight.

"I'm sorry guys. I'm just─ a little stressed."

"It's okay Jenn." Sam says, placing a gentle hand on my leg, "Why don't you just get some more rest? We'll get everything packed up."

"Thanks Sammy." I say, scooting down so my head hits the pillow. Sammy pulls a blanket up to cover me before he and Dean start packing up all of our belongings, which really only takes about ten minutes, and by the time they are done I am half asleep, only able to mumble when they try and wake me.

"Just grab the bags and the dog Dean, I got her."

I feel my thin body being picked up and let out a small gasp as Sam's arm grazes my wound, "Ah─"

"Crap, sorry Jenn."

I am so tired that once the pain leaves my body I just rest my head on Sam's shoulder, eyes closed and my arms wrapped around his neck. By the time he places me down in the backseat of the impala and Winnie curls up in my lap I am already asleep, making up for the many hours that I missed.