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A gunshot sliced through the air, followed by another scream and the thump of a body. Jenny jumped down to avoid getting hit, her hand touching something cold.
"Jennifer!" Dean's voice echoed, Jenny looking around in the darkness.
"Dean?! Sam?!" Sam was silent, causing Jenny to grow worried as she looked around, hoping he wasn't the one that got shot.
Romona screamed as the emergency lights turned on, pointing at Jenny.
"Murderer!" She sobbed. Jenny looked at her in confusion, then down to see the cold item was a gun. Her eyes widened as she stood up, shaking her head.
"No! No no no I didn't— This wasn't—"
"Put your hands up!" Kingberg yelled as he grabbed his gun from his holster calming it at Jenny. She dropped the gun, looking down at the ground to see the rich looking man in the ground in a pool of blood.
"Hey! Woah! Don't shoot!" Dean ran to Jenny, pushing her behind him as he raised his hand out. "She didn't do it!"
"And how are you so sure! The gun was in her hand!" Beth cried, raising her hand to the dead man.
"He's holding a gun, too!" Harvey pointing to Kingberg, who looked at him in shock.
"I'm a detective! I wouldn't kill an innocent man!" He defended as Jenny looked around, noticing Sam was on the ground, unconscious.
"Sam!" She ran over ti the younger Winchester, Dean looking behind him to see her slap his brother awake. "Sam wake up! Another murder!"
Sam shot you quickly, looking around. "We have to kill her!" Beth demanded. "Before she kills one of us next!"
"Woah! We are not killing anybody!" Dean snapped, pointing to Beth. She looked at him suspiciously, glaring.
"Alright! Enough with the arguing! We must question everyone while the train is stopped!" Kingberg yelled, lowering his gun and pointed to Jenny. "You first."
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In a train cabin, Kingberg sat across from Jenny, staring at one another. His hand was rested against his thigh, aiming the gun at Jenny. "That isn't necessary, sir." She spoke softly, but Kingsberg didn't listen. She wasn't surprised.
"What we're you doing before the first murder?" He asked, causing Jenny to scoff and shake her head.
"Oh, you wouldn't believe me." She chuckled, and the detective tilted his head. "Look. I'm not actually supposed to be here. Though, you would prefer that, wouldn't you?"
"If it means that those two men out there wouldn't be dead."
"I didn't kill them, alright? I don't kill people."
"Then what do you kill? Puppies?"
"Only the bad ones." Jenny smirked at her joke, Kingsberg scowled.
"Jokes aren't tolerable right now. What's your name?" He asked, fixing his posture. Jenny mimicked him, inhaling sharply.
