Better Than Revenge

"No! No! NO!"

I scream, kicking a chair over as I finally find myself alone. Sam cannot be a killer! That tape─ it had to be fake. And what makes me the most upset it that Sam seems to have accepted it. He thinks that he really did kill that hunter. Once we got back to the motel I got so mad that Dean made me leave, so here I am, standing out on the motel patio, kicking over plastic chairs and screaming my head off.

Once I finally compose myself I walk back into the building, taking deep breaths as I find our door. I don't think twice about opening it, but once I do I wish I hadn't. Dean is laid sprawled out on the floor, knocked out, while Sam stands above him with a nasty smirk on his face.

"Oh my god."

His head immediately whips around with a smile that is far to evil and conniving to be Sam's. He slowly walks forward towards me with that smile, making my skin crawl as I back up towards the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"I just want to give you a hug Jenny; you're my family after all."

"You're not Sam." I bite out, my back finally hitting the wall.

"Well," He says with a tilt of the head, "Aren't you a smart little bitch? I wish I could stay and catch up, but I've got some hunters to slaughter."

Without a second thought Sam raises his hand, gun in hand. Before he can lower it I try and run toward the door, but I don't get more than two feet away he grabs me by the arm, spinning me around and kicking my feet out from under me which lands me flat on my back.

"Not so fast there Jenny." He says, kneeling down, grabbing me by the sweater and pulling me up so I can see his smug face, "You wanted some revenge? Well I'd say you lost this battle, but maybe next time bitch."

And then it hits me like a ton of bricks and a look of rage comes across my face.

"Meg."

"And circle gets the square." The skank says with a smirk, "Now as fun as this reunion has been, I have got some plans with your bro Sammy here. Nighty nite."

And with one swift blow all I see is black.

I wake up with a throbbing pain in my head, rolling over on the stained rug as I grasp my forehead and wince. I remember what happened before everything went black and give a large huff before placing a strong hand on the old shag rug and pushing myself up into a standing position.

My eyes meet Dean's limp form and I go to his side, kneeling down and using a lot of the strength that I have left rolling him over onto his back. With my hand flat I slap Dean's face lightly while leaning over his lifeless body.

"Wake up Dean. Come on."

I try and stay calm as my patience runs thin, wanting to get after Meg and save Sam as fast as I can. But when Dean doesn't stir I begin to get nervous.

"Dean! Wake up!" I start to yell, pounding on his chest with strong arms.

"Ughhh…" Dean moans as he comes out of his comatose state, causing me to let out a great sigh of release.

"Come on Dean. You gotta get up."

"Sammy─" Dean moans as I try to pull him up.

"That wasn't Sam. It was Meg."

Dean gives me a questioning glance as I get him on unsteady feet, "How do you know?"

"Because she told me before she knocked me out. Now we have to go, she's planning on killing more hunters in Sam's meat suit."

It doesn't take long before Dean gets himself back to normal and grabs his things, running with me out to the car. We get into the car and I take out my phone, trying to activate the tracker on Sam's phone. After some lying to the phone company on Dean's part we find his location.

"Duluth, Minnestoa." I say confused, "Who the hell is in Duluth?"

Dean thinks it over questioningly as he gets onto the highway. It actually takes him about a minute before he thinks of who it is.

"Shit!"

"What?"

"It's Jo."

"Jo?" I ask with only a vague recollection of the name, "You mean the chick that you two did that hunt with, her mom owns the roadhouse?"

"Yeah, that's her." Dean says, gripping the wheel so tightly that his knuckles turn white.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he likes her, but I figure that this isn't the time to bust Dean's balls about what girls he has a crush on. So I just look ahead onto the long and busy road, hoping that we can get there before any severe damage is done.

A few hours later with Dean's speed driving we roll into a parking lot, knowing that it is where Jo works after a few phone calls. As soon as the car is stilled I jump out of the car with my gun drawn, and Dean exits the car right after me and somehow makes it to the bar entrance before me. The door is busted open and our guns are pointed in every direction as we look around madly, Dean still managing to attempt and protect me by trying to keep his body infront of me.

"Sam!" Dean yells, making me look to where his eyes land on Sam, standing above a tied up blonde with a knife in his hand.

Oh no.

"Sam─" My gun lowers as I can't find the strength to hold it up anymore.

"It's not Sammy, Jenn." Dean has to remind me, making me raise my gun back up. I can tell he doesn't like it much either, but he doesn't want to let the demon get the best of him.

"Oh" Meg laughs, "But if you shoot it might as well be Sammy. You know that you can't hurt me, only big bro."

"Oh really?" Dean asks with a smirk that Meg returns happily on Sam's face.

In a sudden motion Dean whips out his flask of holy water and it splashes Meg across Sam's face, making her jumps back as she covers Sam's face protectively. As soon as she recovers from the pain she turns around, jumping out of the window and into the night.

I turn to Dean with questioning eyes as he runs to Jo, cutting her free from the ropes that bound her. As soon as she is free Dean takes off towards the window.

"He's possessed?"

Dean just turns around, his eyes lingering over Jo's form before finding me as I'm about ready to follow after him.

"Stay with Jo. I'll be back." And in an instant he jumps out of the window, leaving both Jo and I to scream after him.

"Dean!"

"Here." I say as I hand Jo a large ice pack, using my other hand to dial Dean's cell, grunting as it goes to the machine again.

"Thanks." She smiles as much as she can, wincing as the ice touches the large purple egg on her forehead.

"How are you doing?"

"Okay, just a little sore."

I nod my head as I touch the flask of holy water on the inside pocket of my jacket, "Look, I need to go find Dean. Will you be okay here?"

"I'll come with you." She says, standing up from the couch.

"No, It's okay. Just stay here."

"Listen, I know I'm not the most experienced hunter, but neither are you. We could both use the back-up."

She looks at me waiting for approval, and surprisingly I find myself agreeing with her. I may have been taught well by Sam and Dean, but I am no where near ready to face off with a demon if Meg shows her ugly face again.

"Okay. But we're gonna need more holy water."

She nods her head before taking off behind the bar. She kneels down before her head peaks back up, two large gallons of water in her hand, "Someone order holy water?"

"I'm not gonna lie, I'm a bit impressed."

We exit through the same window that Sam and Dean did, searching throughout the docks. After ten minutes of nothing I take out my phone, once again dialing Dean's number. But to my pleasant surprise I can here his ringtone, soft a first, and Jo and I run towards the hard rock melody. My feet move so fast that my shoes slip on the wet slick wood, but luckily Jo grabs me before I go face first into the dock. I don't even wipe myself off before we both keep running, only stopping when we hear the ringtone directly below us.

"Where is that?"

"Jenny! He's down here!" Jo yells, jumping down to the lower level of the dock.

Locking down I can see his body, soaking wet and slumped over as he lies on his side. My body just freezes in fear as Jo runs to him, kneeling down and grabbing him by his stiff shoulders. Oh Crap. Please let him be okay.

The moment I hear him cough I finally breathe, following Jo's path and jumping to the lower dock.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asks dazed.

"I don't know. We've been looking for you." Jo tells him.

Jo lifts him up, draping his arm around her shoulder, but he drops down without the strength to hold himself up. "Urghh!"

"We got you." I say, finally catching up and grabbing onto his other side.

"Jenny? You okay?"

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. What about you? What happened?" I ask nervously, praying it isn't too serious.

"Meg shot me."

I take in a sharp inhale of breath, "We need to get you to a hospital."

"It was just a shoulder shot Jenn. I don't need to go to the hospital, I need to find Sam."

"NO! DEAN─"

"Don't worry Jenn." Jo soothes me, "I can take care of it at the bar."

I take my angry eyes away from Dean and look at the blonde questioningly, "You can do that?"

"I used to work at a bar just for hunters. It's not the first gunshot wound I've dealt with."

Thirty minutes later I am sitting on the other side of the bar as Jo digs into Dean's wound with a pair of tweezers, making him grunt and curse. I just sip from the bottle of whiskey that Dean used to numb himself, hoping it will block out the sounds of Dean's pain. I don't take too much though, knowing very well that this isn't exactly the best time to get drunk. But every flinch and breathless groan from his lips is life a small needle piercing my spine, over and over and over again.

"There, I got it." Jo exclaims, dropping the gold bullet into a shot of alcohol. The small clink of the shell hitting the bottom of the glass is like a song to my ears.

"Finally! Thank you lord." I exclaim, finally able to relax the muscle in my body that were previously on edge.

But I realize I was a little too enthusiastic when my eyes find Dean's death glare.

"Well Jenn," Dean bites at me in an extremely irritated tone, "I didn't realize this was so painful for you! Are you sure you're okay?"

"Hey!" I stop him, "Just because you got shot doesn't mean you get to be a dick! Meg hurt me too if you can recall! She stabbed me! Plus she fucked up my hair!"

Once my vent is finished I let out an exhausted breath and Dean looks at me, over his vent as well, "Truce?"

"Truce." I agree tiredly.

"Hey guys?" Jo asks, drawing our attention to her.

"Yea?"

"Well, I know that demons lie, but─ do they ever tell the truth?"

Dean obviously finds her question telling because he looks over her sad form before answering her, "Sometimes. You know, if they know that it'll mess with your head. Why?"

"Nothing."

Jo shakes her head sadly, letting me know that the demon did something really fucked up to her. Something to leave her with the same expression I had when I was in the hospital. But I don't want to pressure her in front of Dean, if she wanted him to know she would have told him.

Dean is up and grabbing his coat as soon as Jo finishes patching him up, and I turn to Jo as she begins to pick up the supplies.

"Are you okay Jo?"

She just looks up, acting flattered that I asked, but nodding her head with a fake smile none the less, "Oh yeah. I'm fine."

I don't want to argue with her so I just nod politely, "Well listen, give me a call sometime. I could use another girl hunter to talk to. We can complain to each other about how no one takes us seriously or lets us do more than look up obits."

We share a small chuckle before Dean breaks it up, "Come on Jenn. We gotta get going."

"Bye Jo." I say with a wave.

I exit first as Dean also says goodbye to Jo. As soon as I exit I run to the passenger side door of the Impala, getting myself comfortable in the seat as Dean comes out.

"So are you sure he's going to Bobby's house?" I ask, making sure that Dean's initial assumption, which he made while Jo and I carried him to the bar, is still his theory.

"Well he is the closest hunter that we know. And he's not answering his phone."

"Then let's burn some rubber."

By the time we get to Bobby's house he already has Meg tied up in a Devils trap. Man he is awesome! So for a while I just sit on the table in the corner while Bobby and Dean round up the necessary tools for the interrogation; salt, holy water, all that fun stuff. I just keep my eyes on Meg, finding it hard to be mad at the face of the person I love more than anything.

'It's not Sam. It's not Sam.' I have to remind myself over and over again as my eyes linger over his limp body, tied up in the rickety wooden chair.

Dean grabs my attention as he and Bobby approach, and I stare with wide eyes at the large tin bucket of holy water that Dean has in his hands. I open my mouth to ask what the hell he is doing, but before I can he throws the water from the bucket, soaking Sam's body and sending Meg into a fit of screams.

"Rise and shine, bitch." Dean smirks.

Meg shakes off the pain as best as she can, trying on one of her famous grins. Although I find them so much more disturbing on Sam's face.

"Well Dean. I have to say I'm surprised to see you. You really are one tough cockroach to squash."

"Don't I know it." He grins, not letting Meg get to him, which is more than I can say for myself. Just watching Sam's face filled with such wrath makes me crawl back on the table until my back hits the wall, wrapping my arms around my knees protectively and shielding my face as much as I can without blocking my sight.

"Hey Jenny." Meg smirks in my direction, probably trying to take advantage of my vulnerability, "Long time no see. I see you got rid of your makeover."

"Maybe I didn't wanna look like a whore." I mumble without looking into Sam's eyes, but I just hear Sam's voice let out a deep chuckle.

"Now that just hurts my feelings. We had some good memories Jenn. You told me all about your feelings…well I really just helped myself to your feelings."

"Leave her alone!" Dean orders, "You don't talk to her!"

"But don't you wanna know why baby sis here is so sad? I mean I know about family issues, but this was a new one. This girl clearly doesn't get enough therapy." Meg turns from her sinister self to a happy smile, imitating my voice, "Oh gee! I was raped! I tried to off myself! Why don't Sam and Dean trust me?"

"Stop it." I say, my voice quiet but forceful as I finally look into Sam's eyes, "Stop it now, please."

I look to Dean and he can't cover the anger and curiousness that he feels at Meg's comments, but his curiosity could never overthrow his protectiveness of me. So as Meg opens Sam's mouth with an evil glint in his eyes Dean walks forward and smacks her hard across the face. It takes only moments for Meg to get over it and lick the blood from the corner of Sam's mouth, enjoying the taste.

"So what is your plan here Deano? Send me back to hell?"

"Well aren't you a smart bitch."

"Go ahead then. This should be fun."

Dean grabs the exorcism book from the table I sit on and returns to standing in front of Meg. I watch as he begins reading the exorcism, praying that he finishes as fast as possible. But for some reason as the spell goes on I don't notice Meg being affected at all by the Latin Dean is reciting.

"Oops! It doesn't seem to be working."

I just look to Dean scared, as he and Bobby trade confused looks.

"Are you reading it right?"

"Yes I'm reading it right!"

Meg just erupts in laughter as we all try to figure out the problem. Finally I jump up off the table and towards Dean and Bobby who are reading over the book, looking for any imperfections.

"Dean, what is going on? Is it the book?"

"No." He shakes his head as he closes the book, "It can't be, we've used it hundreds of times."

My eyes turn to Sam's body as the laugher dies down and Meg speaks, "I've picked up a few tricks in hell. And you chuckleheads won't be sending me back there again."

All of the sudden a wind enters the room, flipping the pages of all of the exposed books as Meg begins chanting her own Latin. As the wind grows stronger and Meg begins to enter a trance, Dean steps in front of me, shielding me. I grab onto his arm and peek over it as Bobby approaches Sam's body, inspecting it without much worry which shocks me.

"Crap!" Bobby yells over the loud sounds of the wind and fluttering pages.

"What?"

Bobby lifts up Sam's sleeve and Dean walks forward, "It's a binding lock! It's locked itself inside Sam's body!"

"Well what do we do?" I scream over the sound of the wind and pages flapping. There better be a way to get this bitch out of Sam.

All of a sudden Sam's head snaps up from its trance, finding Dean first, "Hey sport!"

Meg grabs Dean and flings him across the room without breaking a sweat. She grabs for Bobby next so I use my time wisely and grab my iron knife from its sheath, running towards her as Bobby flies across the room.

I have the knife raised and am about to bring it down when I realize what I would be doing, killing Sam. Before I can think of a solution Meg whips around, grabbing my knife and trying to slice me in the stomach. I manage to jump back and grab Sam's arm, pulling it down and kneeing Sam's stomach. But Meg wipes it off before I can blink and makes an advance on me, aiming for my chest with the knife, but I turn quick enough to suffer only a slash across the arm. However it is still deep enough to send me to the floor, grasping my arm in pain. Before Meg walks away she is nice enough to use Sam's boots to kick me in the face, making blood trickle down my nose and pain radiate through my skull.

As Meg goes over to Dean all I can hear is my blood pumping in my ears and it burning through my veins. It feels like my entire face is on fire! I try to ignore my pain and lift my head up off the floor, turning to see Sam's body hovered over Dean as Meg punches him so bad that his mouth is covered in blood.

"Shit!" I grimace as I push my forehead to the floor, trying to come up with the strength to lift myself up.

I push myself to get up so hard that tears flood my cheeks, but I can't get myself more than a few inches off the ground. Then I hear a familiar shriek, and I look up to see the smoke leaving Sam's mouth as Bobby stands over him, fire poker in hand from burning a mark on Sam's skin.

Sam drops next to Dean and Bobby runs towards me, probably thinking I'm in worse shape than Sam or Dean. But as my brain begins to stop shaking I actually find that I can sit up, leaning my back against the wall.

"What happened?" Sam asks, looking around in confusion.

And with one swift motion Dean punches him, making me wince as Sam hugs his cheek in pain and looks at his brother with wide eyes.

An hour later Sam, Dean, and I sit around Bobby's desk as we finish patching ourselves up. Dean stitched up my arm, but I am still bleeding slightly from my nose so I have to keep pressure on it constantly.

"So she is gone for good?" I ask, sitting on Sam's lap as I can feel the blood leaking through the gauze.

"Until she claws herself out of the pit." Dean confirms.

The hairs on my back rise, "So she could come back?"

"Hey it's okay." Sam soothes, "You don't have to worry about it."

Disconsolately I nod my head, slowing my heart rate and laying my head on Sam's shoulder as I relax into his embrace.

"Here, take these." Bobby says, walking into the room and handing us all amulets, "These will stop the demon from getting back up in you."

"Kinky." Dean murmurs and I chuckle, placing the charm around my neck.

"Hey Jenn." Sam says, removing the bloody gauze from my hand and giving me a new piece for my nose as he runs his hand over the back of my head, "Why don't you go fill up the thermos with coffee before we hit the road?"

"Oh" I smirk, standing up from my seat by Bobby's desk, "Is this the part where I leave so you three can have the adult conversation that you're afraid will scare me?"

"Jenn…"

"Okay, Okay." I hold my arms up in defeat, "I'm going. But I just want to make it clear that I am mature enough to hear whatever it is you're about to say. Especially since I saw her use you to kill someone and I was stabbed by the evil bitch twice."

And with that I leave the room calmly and with a smile, letting the men talk. I'm not really that pissed that I am being excluded from the conversation, I am used to it by now. I just can't wait until they realize that I can handle what is going on and that I am more than ready to help.

I do what I am told and fill up our thermos with Bobby's extra strong black coffee. I think of taking a sip, but the idea of spending the ride back asleep is much more appealing to me so I just screw the top back on and walk back to the living room, pretending to cover my ears.

"Is it safe to enter?"

"Shut up brat and get in here." Dean says, placing our first aid kit back together. It is obvious that they didn't finish their conversation, but I come in anyways.

I just remove my hands from around my ears and walk to Bobby, giving him a quick hug, "Thanks for everything Bobby. I'll see you around."

"Bye Jennifer. Keep safe."

I grab my gray pea coat and head towards the door, waiting by the car as Sam and Dean each say there goodbyes to Bobby. After a couple minutes I jump up onto the hood of the car, lying down with my head on the window. I feel so peaceful as the wind tickles my face and runs through my wavy hair, lulling me to sleep as I find surprise comfort on the flat metal.

"Hey Sam, I think there is a homeless person sleeping on the Impala."

"Haha." I mumble, sitting up and rubbing the tiredness from my eyes, "Are we going home yet?"

"Yea, Junebug. We're leaving now."

Sam takes my hands to help me down from the car, but I just stare in his eyes shocked. I swear he just said what I thought he said. He called me by the name my family coined me, the name Jessica called me, until I turned fourteen and refused to be called such a 'baby name', of course.

"Junebug?"

Realization comes over his face and he laughs, "Sorry Jenn, it slipped."

"No." I shake my head with a smile, "I like it."

I can see a look of delight grow across his face, but I am honestly too tired to have a chick flick moment, as Dean would say.

"Come on. Let's get home."

I jump off the Impala and get into the back seat, relaxing into the leather seats as Dean starts the car and Sam get in the passenger seat. Dean's Led Zeppelin cassette blasts through the speakers, but I feel like something different.

"Can you put on Journey, Dean?"

He looks back with a smirk, "Sure thing kiddo."

A/N: Again sorry about the wait. Family stuff. Plus major writers block with this story. I think it's cus I'm in the very early stages of mapping out the ending and as Chuck says, "Endings are hard." lol.

R/R is love.