A/N: Thanks to those who read and especially those who reviewed. Here's the next chapter. I still don't own Supernatural. Please enjoy!

Chapter 2

Ninety minutes later MJ was completely aggrevated with her discoveries. She had no trouble finding and isolating the virus. Then she had installed an updated antivirus and presto. Everything was as good as new. What was driving her crazy was that she had been through all of his files and she had found...nothing. She had been sure he would have porn, skeevy purchases, messaging conversations with multiple secret girlfriends, maybe even some significant gambling debts. But no, she had found nothing even remotely sketchy about this guy. In fact, he was smart. Really smart. And dediciated to hunting. He had files for all of his hunts, both past and planned, with some really well put together research. After scrolling through photos of his nieces and nephews, she snapped the laptop shut in disgust and went out to the porch. She had gotten a creeper vibe from this guy right off the bat. Maybe her instincts were wrong. She sat on the old porch swing wondering why it mattered so much to her. It wasn't as if he'd be around much longer. Once he left, she would most likely never see him again. It's that smirk, she thought. It irked her. Surely anyone who smirked like that couldn't be a stand up guy.

MJ heard the familiar rumble of the Impala coming up the drive into the salvage yard, the low snarl of the motorcycle threatening to overtake it. Dean pulled up on the bike, Scotty parking the Impala next to it. Dean took his helmet off, grinning from ear to ear. Maybe that's what the smirk's about, MJ thought. Riding a bike turns men into grinning fools.

"This thing is frickin' sweet, man." Dean said getting off the motorcycle.

MJ strolled over. "Dean, seriously if you don't stop fawning over it, you're gonna hurt your 'baby's' feelings."

Dean patted the hood of the Impala. "Nah, my girl knows I love her. The bike's not competition."

Scotty laughed as he approached MJ. "How'd it go?" he asked, removing his sunglasses.

She crossed her arms, not too comfortable with how close he was standing to her. "Run of the mill Trojan virus. I took care of it. Should run fine now." She shrugged.

"Thanks. You saved me." he paused, holding her gaze. "What do I owe you?"

MJ looked over at Dean, who was now grazing his hand over the motorcycle's fender in a loving manner. She couldn't resist. She winked at Scotty and jerked her head toward Dean. "How about you take me for a ride on the bike?"

Dean's head snapped up, and he stopped petting the bike mid-stroke. "What? Hell no!"

She giggled and turned toward the house. When she got to the porch she turned back. "Just change your password and we'll call it even." she called to him.

That evening, Dean was grilling steaks on the back deck while Scotty and Sam kept him company. MJ was in the kitchen cooking the rest of the meal. Bobby had left to help a friend a few towns over with a haunting.

Sam and Dean were filling Scotty in on the Tupper Lake case when MJ walked through the sliding glass door, three beers in hand.

"Ooh, thanks, Kid." Dean said taking the beer she offered then returning his attention to the grill.

After handing out the remaining beers, MJ turned to return inside. Sam paused, the bottle halfway to his lips, when he noticed Scotty's gaze zeroed in on MJ's retreating backside. Once back inside she bent down to retrieve something from the refrigerator all the while Scotty's eyes locked in on their target. Sam felt his cheeks begin to burn in anger.

"Dude." Sam said, nudging Scotty's shoulder. Scotty tore his eyes away from her and turned back to Sam.

"Sorry." He took a long pull from his beer before turning to Dean. "Well, you know I'm heading to Ottawa at the end of this week for a job. Tupper Lake is barely even out of the way. I'd love to tag along and help out."

Dean was hesitant. He didn't really know this guy and they weren't in the habit of teaming up with other hunters. Then again, he wasn't letting MJ anywhere near this case, so they could use the help. He was also a little concerned about Sammy's objectivity on this one. Sam seemed distracted and easily frustrated when researching this case, and he needed someone focused to watch his back once inside. He took another drink before turning to Scotty.

"That'd be great."

Over dinner, it was decided that they would leave in two days time, once Bobby returned. MJ would go along, but remain in the motel when they went to Mount Hope. She accepted this with little grace, snatching up Dean's plate while he was still eating and clearing the table as if the flatware had personally offended her. She stormed inside and began washing dishes with a vengance. Scotty, who seemed to be struggling not to burst out laughing, excused himself saying he had to run into town.

"Dean, do you really think it's a good idea to bring this guy along?" Sam asked once they were alone.

Dean shrugged looking out over the back yard. "I don't know, Sammy. He offered. We won't have MJ and we don't know exactly what we're up against." He turned back toward Sam. "It couldn't hurt."

MJ was standing at the sink, the window in front of her open, listening in on this exchange.

"Fine, but I don't want him around MJ alone." Sam blurted out.

Dean sat up a little straighter. "Why? What happened?" He asked, now on alert.

"He makes her uncomfortable."

"Don't you put words in my mouth, Sam Winchester!" MJ yelled through the window.

Sam jumped slightly, his face reddening. He lowered his voice and leaned toward Dean. "I caught him staring at her butt this afternoon for like a full minute." Sam sat back and waited for Dean's irrational anger and overprotectiveness to rear it's ugly head. It never did.

Dean could tell this was only part of what was aggravating his younger brother. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. "What's this really about?"

"What do you mean? I just told you. God, Dean you would stab a guy if you caught him checking her out, but this guy does it right in front of us and he gets a pass? What is it about him that you're willing to put your own sister's safety on the line just to hang out with him?"

Sam knew right away he had gone too far. Dean stood quickly, his chair clattering to the floor. Dean leaned over the table, his face inches from Sam's. "Don't you ever question my motives or my commitment to that girl in there. My only priority is to keep her safe." When Sam didn't respond, Dean continued. "Why don't we talk about what this is really about? You don't want McWhorter to go because you feel threatened by him. You see him as competition, when in reality, we wouldn't even need him if you would get your head in the game!"

Sam stood, toe to toe with Dean. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he shouted. "I'm here aren't I? You got your way didn't you? We're following Dad's orders like good little soldiers! Meanwhile, Dad doesn't even have the balls to step up and take care of his own fucking daughter!"

Dean lunged at Sam, catching the taller man off guard. Dean threw his shoulder into Sam's midsection, causing Sam to stumble and fall backward. Dean landed on top of him, landing a right hook to Sam's jaw. Once the shock wore off, Sam was able to easily overtake Dean, flipping him and smashing his fist into his brother's mouth.

"Stop it, stop it now!" MJ screamed running outside and pulling at Sam's shirt with all her might. Sam paused, his fist raised, and turned toward her alarmed face. He lowered his arm and stood, backing away from Dean. Dean quickly righted himself, running the back of his hand over his bleeding lip.

"What is the matter with the two of you?" MJ asked standing between them.

They just glared at each other over the top of MJ's head. After a few moments, Dean walked off the deck.

"Where are you going?" MJ called after him.

"Out!" he shouted, walking around the side of the house toward the driveway.

"Typical." Sam muttered before heading inside.

MJ righted Dean's chair and began cleaning up the potted plant that the boys had knocked over in their scuffle. She began crying, first silent tears, slowly building into sobs as she scooped handfuls of soil back into the planter. It was a Day Lily that she had bought Bobby a few weeks ago for his birthday. She tried to place the roots back into the soil, but the plant just flopped to the side. She gave up, sitting on the deck, her head in her hands.

"I forgot my phone." She looked up to see Dean coming back up the steps onto the deck. He froze mid -stride after spotting her sitting on the floor, crying.

"Shit," he breathed crossing the deck and crouching in front of her. He placed a hand on her shoulder. She didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his chest. Dean rubbed her back, trying to console her. Sam appeared at the sliding glass door, looking guiltily at the scene before him. Dean looked up at Sam, his apology clear in his eyes. Sam accepted and extended his own regrets without ever uttering a word, before kneeling beside MJ and stroking her hair.

"We're sorry about the plant." Sam said to her.

She pulled away from Dean. "I don't care about the stupid plant! I just don't want you guys to fight like that."

"We really are sorry, Kid." Dean said brushing her hair out of her eyes.

She nodded, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Besides, Sam didn't do any permanent damage to my beautiful face and I actually improved his ugly mug."

MJ gave a weak smile. "Sorry for being such a baby." She said standing up.

"Hey, hey. We were the ones acting like babies." Dean told her, leading her into the house. "Why don't you go take a shower while Sam and I finish cleaning up in here?"

When she returned downstairs forty five minutes later, she found Sam and Dean in Bobby's library reviewing patient histories and floor plans like nothing had happened. She rolled her eyes as she picked out a book to read in bed.

"I'm heading up." she said approaching the table they were working at. It looked like an awful lot of information. Sammy kept shuffling papers around getting more and more disgruntled by the minute. "Unless you guys need some help." It looked like they were trying to figure out how to get into the locked wards undetected.

"No, you go ahead. We'll probably be at this for a while." Dean said, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight, Kid."

"Night, Sammy," she said leaning over him.

He turned toward her, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Goodnight, MJ."

Shortly after MJ headed upstairs, Scotty returned.

"The entrance to Ward B is here. Totally covered by cameras. There's no other way in or out." Sam was telling Dean, pointing to the blueprints as Scotty joined them.

"No, there's gotta be an emergency exit within the ward. It would lead directly outside. They wouldn't put it on the plans, though." Scotty said pullng the blueprint toward him.

"How can you be sure?" Sam asked, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

"I spent a lot of time in juvenile detention centers growing up," he shrugged. "There's always a way out, eh." he added with a smirk. "We can case the joint, find the emergency exits and go in that way. Should be one in each of the locked wards. If you jacked these from the Mount Hope Intranet then they wouldn't show the other exits." He turned the laptop toward him and started typing, much to Sam's annoyance. "If you can hack into OSHA's site, they'll be there." With a glare at Scotty, Sam pulled the laptop back toward himself. After about twenty minutes, Sam was able to breach the site and find the floorplans for the facility. Sure enough, the emergency exits were there, clearly marked.

After nearly an hour discussing their plan for searching the facility, Scotty stood and stretched. "Well, boys. I'm gonna hit the hay. I see you decided to leave your sister's virtue to chance. And with a wolf right next door..." he shook his head in mock disdain.

Sam stood quickly, his cheeks tinged red. "That's not funny, man."

Dean stood in front of Sam, placing a hand on his chest. "Alright, alright. Calm down Sammy." He turned. "And you, go to bed." He pointed a finger at Scotty. "And no funny business. I'm dead serious."

Scotty raised his hands in surrender, smirking, as he headed upstairs.

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