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THEN
2 years ago
Jenny sat in a dark bedroom surrounded by old and semi-new books. A pair of round glasses fit on the bridge of her nose, a pen between her fingers as she typed away on her computer, occasionally pausing to write something down in a journal.
"Jennifer!"
The woman didn't hear the voice, too soaked up in her research that she barely noticed the footsteps echoing up to her bedroom.
"Jenny! For the love of— Get some hearing aids, would you?" Jenny turned to Bobby Singer, his hand gripping the handle of her door as she chuckled awkwardly, eyeing the newspaper in his hand.
"Sorry, Bobby. I was trying to find a case... Catch up in some monster research." She took off her glasses as Bobby sighed through his nose.
"Yeah. I was trying to call you down to tell you that. I found you a case." Jenny's eyes lit up at the words and she stood up quickly.
"You found me a case? Where?" She said with a serious tone, clearing her throat as Bobby handed her the newspaper.
WIFE SLAUGHTERS HUSBAND, KILLS SELF IN HOUSE FIRE
"Well that sounds lovely." Jenny said sarcastically as Bobby shrugged.
"I assumed you'd find a thrill in that."
✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
NOW
Jenny sat next on one end of the square table at a restaurant, circling obituaries as well as Dean was, while Sam had gone off to the bathroom. A near empty plate except for a few fries sat in front of Jenny, while Dean's was completely empty.
Jenny put her pen down for a moment to drink her coffee, grabbing her pen again and circled a name as their waitress, Wendy, walked up.
"Can I get you guys anything else?" She asked as Dean looked up at her, smiling with the tip of his pen between his teeth. Sam walked back over as Jenny's eyes flickered between Dean and the waitress, and she cleared her throat.
"Uh, no thanks. The check would be nice." She smiled, though her eyes were back on the obituaries. Wendy nodded and walked away, Dean looking at Jenny. She circled another name.
"You know, Jen. We're allowed to have fun." He complained as she shrugged. Dean was going to gesture back to Wendy before realizing Jenny still hadn't looked at either of them. "She's fun."
"You don't see me eye-fucking the guy at the bar." Jenny commented, flipping to the word puzzle as she had run out of names. Sam choked on his coffee as Dean rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he handed Sam his newspaper.
