𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

021

"Can you imagine dying from eyeball bleeding. I mean, people die from werewolf attacks, or—or get violently killed by a spirit of some kind, and this guy dies from bleeding eyes." Shaking my head, I fold up the local newspaper and throw it on the dash. We're sitting parked outside the hospital, Dean's looking over his dad's journal while writing down some notes, I'm sitting next to him, and Sam's sleeping in the back.

It's been a good week or two since we found out about John's new voicemail. It was a relief to know he was at least still alive, he had to be if he managed to make that new voicemail, but what stumped us was the fact that he hasn't reached out yet. It was starting to frustrate Sam and Dean, so to get our minds off it, we continued doing what we did best.

"Who knows, maybe it was a spirit that did it to him. That's why we're here. Get a better idea of what happened." Dean shrugs.

"You know what I never understood?" I ask him. Dean looks up from the journal.

"Hmm."

"Why people would want to work in a morgue. With all the jobs out there, why choose the one where you cut up dead people and inspect them." I visibly shiver. Dean looks at me weirdly.

"Are you serious?"

"What?"

"Jenny, you kill monsters for a living. You've salt and burned corpses before." Dean says, throwing up an amused brow.

"Okay but that's different." I defend. Dean presses his lips and tilts his head.

"Mmm not really."

"Whatev-" I jump in surprise when I hear Sam shout for Jessica out of nowhere in his sleep. Holding a hand to my heart, I look behind me worriedly and see him twitching and turning. He starts repeating 'no' over and over again. Reaching over to the backseat, Dean tries shaking his brother awake.

"Sam! Wake up!" Dean shouts over Sam's protests. Snapping his eyes open and gasping, Sam slowly sits up and looks out the back windshield, inspecting the hospital we're parked in front of.

"You alright?" I ask hesitantly. Clearly he wasn't, but I didn't know what else to say. He looks over at Dean and I, taking deep breaths.

"I take it I was having a nightmare?"

"Yeah, another one." Dean says, looking back down at the journal and notes he'd been taking. I keep inspecting Sam and he looks back at me, giving a reassuring smile.

"Hey, at least I got some sleep."

"Barely." I scoff quietly, turning back around.

"You know, sooner or later, we're gonna have to talk about this." Dean points out.

"Are we here?" Sam tries changing the subject, looking around again.

"Yep." I say, popping the p. I hand Sam the newspaper.

"So, what do you guys think really happened to this guy?" Sam asks.

"That's what we're gonna find out." Dean closes his notepad and journal, setting it down on the ground behind his seat. He opens the door and steps out.

"Come on, Sam-I-Am." I shoot him a smile before stepping out myself.

"I thought I told you not to call me that." Sam grumbles once he's standing next to me, Dean standing at my other side. It almost made me laugh, I always felt like I had my own personal bodyguards with how tall they are.