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"I'm telling you, Dean, we could have taken him." Sam started as Jenny shook her head in disagreement, but still stayed quiet.
"What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we just gotta figure out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun." Sam just shook his head, and Dean glanced over at him. "What?"
"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade? Dad, he might be...."
"Don't." Dean snapped, and Sam sniffles quietly.
"Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job."
"Screw the job, Sam!" Jenny awkwardly sank into her seat, slowly flipping open her phone.
"Dean, I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going."
"Quit talking about him like he's dead already!" Dean yelled, Jenny looking between the two brothers. "Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything."
Sam fell quiet, thinking. "So how do we find him?"
"Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken." Jenny clasped her phone shut, leaning forward.
"Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail?"
"Sam's right. I know someone that could help us." Jenny gave the two brothers a grin. Dean looked at Jenny for a moment before her idea finally clicked in his head, and he started driving a little faster.
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Jenny quickly got out of the Impala as they pulled up to a junkyard, a grin on her face as a Rottweiler started barking.
"Rumsfeld! Hey, boy!" She rushed over to the dog, who quickly jumped at her eagerly. After a few more minutes of Jenny petting the only big dog she's never been scared of, she followed Dean and Sam up to the porch.
Jenny knocked loudly in the door, a smile on her face as Bobby Singer answered. "Well it's about damn time."
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Bobby picked up two round silver flasks with crosses on them and handed one to Dean. Sam was sitting at a cluttered desk reading a very large book, and Jenny popped open a beer.
"Here you go."
"What is this – holy water?" Dean frowned, looking at the flask.
"That one is." Bobby gestured to the one Dean was holding, and showed the other one. "This is whiskey. He took a swig of the whiskey before handing it to Dean, who also drinks.
