Dean and Roman grinned at each other and downed another shot of whiskey each. They were well into the bottle and had a good buzz going on. As always Seth had retreated to his room.

"Do you ever find it boring that Seth won't drink with us?" Roman asked.
"Nah, he's the smart and sensitive one. We fuck up and he comes right in to save the day," Dean said.

Roman laughed and nodded. Dean filled the shots glasses once again. They grabbed a glass each and downed another shot.

"Do you know who we should get to drink with us?" Dean asked. "Janie."
"I don't think she's much of a drinker either," Roman said.
"We'll force her," Dean said.

Roman laughed again and Dean leaned forward to get closer to his best friend.

"I'm serious, Roman," Dean said. "Let's get her drunk and have some fun."
"Fun?" Roman asked.
"Don't tell me you don't dream about being balls deep inside her," Dean said.
"I've had some fantasies," Roman smirked.
"So let's her her drunk and serene. I bet she's a giggling mess when she's drunk," Dean said.
"I bet she's a screamer," Roman said.
"So we're doing this?" Dean asked.

Roman grinned at Dean and Dean started snickering.

"We're doing this," Roman said.
"Janie?" Dean called. "Can you come in here, please?"

Seth looked up when the door to his room opened and Janie slipped inside. He heard Dean and Roman call her name from somewhere else in the house.

"Not up for doing more chores tonight?" He asked.
"Not up for being raped," she said.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"I was listening in on their conversation. Your friends are not good men. They got cruel plans with me tonight," she said.
"Are you sure you didn't misunderstand?" He asked.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me they've never done anything like that before," she said.

He looked in her eyes but couldn't get the words over his lips. It would be a lie.

"I can't," he said. "You can stay here tonight. I'll sleep on the floor. Lock the door."

She turned around to lock the door but it got opened before she got so far.

"There you are!" Dean grinned. "Let's have a party."
"No," Janie said.
"No?" Dean frowned.
"It's an order," Roman said.
"You can't order me to drink with you," Janie said.
"I just did," Roman said.
"Guys, come on," Seth said. "Let's be reasonable about this. Janie doesn't want to drink so she doesn't have to."
"Let's be reasonable about this," Dean said in a mocking tone. "Why don't you just go back to your boring ways while the rest of us have fun?"

Dean grabbed Janie's wrist and pulled her out of Seth's room. He started dragging her towards the living room with Roman and Seth following behind. Roman was laughing while Seth was pleading for Dean to let her go. Dean turned his head with a grin that quickly faded when Janie's free hand landed hard on his cheek. He had never been slapped that hard before.

"What the fuck?" Dean snarled. "You wanna play, bitch?"

Dean raised his hand but Seth was fast to step in between them and shield Janie with his body.

"You're drunk. Go to bed and we'll talk about it tomorrow," Seth said.
"No, I wanna talk about it now," Dean said.

Roman was still chuckling and not much of a help to anyone. He found it funny to watch the scene unfold.

"It wasn't a suggestion!" Seth raised his voice.
"I don't care!" Dean shouted. "Fine, let's try this instead. Who are you, Janie? I tried looking you up but you don't exist. You're a fucking ghost."

Seth looked over his shoulder and could see it in Janie's eyes. Dean was spot on. He took a step to the side and she suddenly didn't feel as protected anymore.

"Better start talking. He's not gonna protect you," Dean said.
"Or should we call the police?" Roman asked.
"Grenadine," Janie said. "My real name is Janie Grenadine."
"Grenadine," Dean looked at Roman. "Roman?"

Roman took his phone out and googled her name. He whistled and turned his phone around. Dean walked over to him and looked at what he had found.

"Daughter of a famous criminal. Multiple kills under her belt. A vicious murderer not afraid to use alternative methods to make people talk. Always one step ahead and has never been caught," Dean smirked. "Until now. I bet there's a big reward on her head. What do you say, big man?"
"I think we should give her the choice of being turned in or adding sex to her list of chores," Roman said.
"I think so too," Dean said.
"Wait a minute," Roman said. "It says here her family is looking for her too. Without a doubt they'll pay way more to have her than the cops will. She turned on her own father and he's not happy about it. She's got every relative out there looking for her. She fucking needs our help to stay safe. You ain't got no fucking choice, Janie."

Seth gasped when he suddenly felt cold steel against his throat. Janie had moved so fast when she moved behind him. He didn't even know she had brought a knife to the house and carried it on her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Something about that low whisper calmed him down. She didn't want to hurt him. She wanted to use him as a shield to get out of the house and away from Roman and Dean.

"Let him go!" Roman growled.
"What you just read is true. I can end you in seconds," Janie said. "You're gonna let me go and forget I was ever here."

She backed towards the front door with Seth being forced to follow with a knife against his throat. Dean and Roman were no longer laughing. They looked more and more angry while following step by step. They made it to the front door and she reached behind her to open it.

"We're gonna fucking find you," Dean said.
"Don't let her out of that fucking door, Seth," Roman said.
"What the fuck do you want me to do?" Seth asked.
"Just do something!" Roman yelled.

Dean started yelling too. Seth could no longer make out any of the words coming from the other two men. Once again a low whisper reached his ear and he felt his heart stop beating by those four, small words.

"I love you, Seth," Janie whispered.

The knife went away. Seth spun around and looked at the open front door. He ran outside and looked both ways down the street. She was nowhere to be seen. Whatever escape route she had ready, it didn't involve being out on the open street.

"Janie!" Dean screamed.
"Please, stop," Seth sighed. "She's gone, Dean. Let it go."
"I'm gonna fucking find her!" Dean growled.
"Sure, Dean," Seth gave Dean a tired smile. "I'm gonna go to bed."
"No, come hang out with us," Roman said.
"I just had a fucking knife at my throat because you two assholes don't know when to quit!" Seth snarled. "I'm going to fucking bed!"