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Jenny and Dean walked down a dim hallway, shining their flashlights at the plaques for each door they walked past. Jenny had used her flannel as a sling, which seemed to work for the most part, but now she just had to put her arm back in its place.
"I just have one question." Jenny whispered as Dean turned to her. She faced him slowly with a frown. "Why am I always being tossed around like a Raggedy Anne doll?" Dean looked at the floor as he thought, shrugging.
"Everyone needs a damsel in distress?" He joked as she slapped him gently on the shoulder."Okay, sorry."
"If anything, I'd be the damsel that... Sometimes fights back." Jenny continued walking down the hallway, Dean following. "But I just want to know why every monster we have ever hunted has a fascination with separating me from you and Sam. Do they get a kick out of you guys freaking out?"
"Hey, I do not freak out—"
"Mhm. Keep telling yourself that." She smiled sarcastically at Dean as he scowled at her. Jenny aimed her flashlight at one of the plaques, pausing. "137."
"You found it?" Dean walked over quickly, looking at the number by the door. Jenny went to open the door, pausing when it didn't budge.
Dean then pushed it, hearing something scrape against the floor. The two shoved their way inside as broken furniture crumbled next timo the door. "Love what they've done with the place." Jenny joked as Dean nudged her gently.
"The sarcasm is going to kill me faster than these ghosts will." He complained as Jenny frowned.
"I think my sarcasm is has long-term effect." She smiled, walking into the middle of the room.
Dean walked along the wall, pausing when he noticed a panel out of place. "This is why we get paid the big bucks." Dean joked as Jenny frowned at him.
"We get paid in bruised and scars." Dean paused, stomping to look at her as he held a satchel, deadpanning at Jenny. He shook his head at her, opening the satchel and pulling out loose papers and a journal.
Dean grabbed one of the chairs, sitting down on it as Jenny looked around, noticing it was the only one that looked like it could hold some weight. She glared at the older Winchester, walking over and stood behind him. She leaned down to look over his shoulder at the notes, examining the drawings.
"Well all work and no play makes Dr. Ellicott a very dull boy." Dean chuckled as Jenny hummed in amusement.
A loud thud caused the two to look up quickly, Dean standing up as Jenny patted her back, sighing in disappointment.
"Damn it. I forgot I lost my gun." She spat, the two sharing a look before slowly peeking out of the room, looking around.
"Well. I think we got all we need from 137." Dean said as he waved the journal. Jenny nodded, holding her shoulder before the two walked out and down the hall.
