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The trio had refused to bring up the time traveling subject since they got back to the dusty motel, and Sam had decided it was best not to tell Dean that Jenny had a premonition about his death like he had. With that secret clinging to the air like a hot sticky day, Dean had started to become curious about the two's hushed conversations.
And along with that, Dean couldn't help but feel paranoid that something was going on between them. But he knew Jenny, and he knew Sam more than anyone he'd ever met. They wouldn't do some like that to him. Especially since they were all together every minute of the day.
A few days ago, Jenny had ended up getting a bit drunk from the small bar in their motel room, and it ended when she broke her laptop trying to search up how to act like you're sober. So, now all they had was Sam's to use and some old newspapers.
The small group had been staying in a motel in Montana for the last few days. No new case, they just needed to get as far away from Ohio as they possibly could.
After some research on recent odd deaths, Jenny had come across a boy in a newspaper from Minnesota.
"Hey, look at this." She spoke up, grabbing the Winchester brother's attentions. They got up from their beds, walking over to Jenny. "A boy claims he saw a monster a few nights ago. Think he's telling the truth?" She looked between the brothers, who shrugged in unison.
"It's worth a look. Let's get going." Dean said, walking back over to his and Jenny's bed, beginning to pack their things. Jenny closed out of the tabs, going to shut Sam's laptop when she paused, glaring at one of the small icons.
"World of Warcraft?" Jenny read as Sam's eyes widened, shutting the laptop quickly and snagging it from Jenny. She turned to him with a geeky grin. "Do you really play that?"
"I do not play World Of Warcraft." He stated defensively, Dean snickering as Sam shoved his computer into his duffel bag. The two other hunters exchanged a look, Sam glaring at the two of them. He huffed loudly, walking out of the motel room.
Jenny chuckled, getting up and walked over next to Dean, packing her bag. "Hey, Jen?"
"Yeah?" She mumbled, not looking up at the older Winchester as she zipped her duffel bag up. Dean paused for a moment, looking at her.
"Are you guys keeping something from me?" He asked quietly, a frown on his face. Jenny looked at Dean, and stared at him for a long moment. She looked away from him and Dean shook his head. "Dammit. I knew you guys were—"
"Woah. No. No. If you think Sam and I are— Dean, that's your brother." Jenny leaned forward on the bed, running a hand through her hair as she sat down. "Okay. Uhm... You remember Max, obviously."
Dean nodded slowly, raising a suspicious brow. "Well, shit. I don't even know where I'm going with this." Dean sat down next to Jenny, who held her hands together nervously. "So uh— I may.. Or may not... Have uhm— Had a premonition of your death." Jenny spoke rapidly, Dean's eyes widening.
