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Jenny had decided to stay at the motel again, mainly because she couldn't find one of her shoes and Sam was not in the mood to wait.
Dean had called her the moment they were on the road, but at one point he lost service and hadn't called back, leaving her to worry. Not just for this Miller guy, but for Sam and Dean.
While she hadn't dealt with that sickness in the last few cases, Sam had been getting nightmares more times than Jenny could count. She was hoping it would leave soon, since Sam had been keeping her up at night with his constant shuffling in his sleep.
Her phone was ringing again, staring at the name on the screen. Dean hadn't called her back in a good twenty minutes. Which would be fine... If they lived normal lives.
Her phone finally clicked, but neither Dean or Jenny said anything for a moment. "Is he okay?" Jenny finally asked, stuffing her hands between her knees in anticipation. A king exhale came from the phone. Jenny shut her eyes in disappointment, rubbing her forehead as she nodded.
"We got here before it happened. Roger— Bastard didn't listen." Jenny leaned back in her chair, inhaling sharply. "Sam is wiping our fingerprints. I'm gonna have a look around his apartment."
"How's he doing now? I'm sure he's feeling like shit." A long pause.
"He'll be fine. We just— He needs a win out of this."
"I hope he gets it."
✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Jenny bit in her thumb as she waited for Sam and Dean to get back, the door clicking unlocked and Sam walked in slowly, a defeated expression on his face. He turned to Jenny, who gave him a solemn look as he trudged to his bed, falling down onto it. After a moment, Dean walked in.
"Did you guys find anything?" Jenny asked as Dean shook his head. "Seriously?"
"I'm telling you there was nothing in there. No signs either, just like the Miller's house." Dean frowned as he sat across from Jenny, who then stood up.
"I saw something, in the vision." Sam spoke, Jenny and Dean looking at the man on the bed. "Like a dark shape. Something was....something was stalking Roger." Sam spoke as he sat up, smiling laying with his hands. Jenny leaned against the counter, waiting for the coffee.
"And this thing you saw... you sure it's not connected to their house?" She asked, crossing her arms as Sam shrugged.
"No, it's connected to the family themselves. So what do you think, like a vengeful spirit?" Sam asked and turned to Jenny, who shrugged.
"Some spirits can latch on to families. Some wait years before they do anything. Banshees. Angiaks, but those are only in Alaska, as far as I'm aware." Jenny grabbed a cup from the sink, washing it.
