² Deception - Dean Winchester

Three

Jenny trudged slowly behind Sam and Dean, carrying a match box and lighter fuel. They were carrying John's body, wrapped tightly in a white cloth.

Dean and Sam set John's body on the pyre, turning to Jenny. She inhaled sharply, popping the cap to the fuel open. She tossed the contents over the pyre. Over John. The three backed away, the Winchester brothers staring at their father as Jenny lit the match.

John ignited into flames in seconds.

Sam was close to tears, but Dean and Jenny just stared, not showing a single emotion. Despite wanting to cry, Jenny held herself together.

"Before he... before, did he say anything to you guys? About anything?" Sam asked, looking to Dean and Jenny. Neither of them broke contact with the fire.

"No. Nothing." Dean replied quietly, Jenny glancing over at him. She wanted to mention that John had whispered something to him, but if he wasn't going to admit it now, it would've best to admit it later.

...

Jenny stared down at the hood of the impala, squinty harshly in the sun. There was a cream underneath, Jenny leaning over to see Dean's legs sticking out from underneath the car.

It was still in the worst condition possible, but she had Dean had spent the last week in silence fixing Baby.

Jenny popped the hood open slowly, grimacing at the view. "I'm going to go see if any of the batteries in these other cars are useful. Maybe a new engine, too."

"Alright. Watch out for glass." Dean said, still working underneath the car as Jenny walked away.

After a few minutes of searching, Jenny turned at the sound of footsteps, Sam trailing behind her.

"Hey, Samurai." She held her squint, looking up at Sam as he stood next to her.

"Hey. You got a second?" Sam asked and Jenny looked around, shrugging.

"Actually I was just looking for a new engine for the Impala. What's up?"

"I uh— found an old phone of my dad's... And there's this voicemail from four months ago from a woman named Ellen. Said she could help him with something." Jenny turned away for a moment and shrugged.

"Well, nothing to help him with anymore." She said as Sam gave her a look before shaking his head. "You get her address or anything?" Sam nodded, Jenny giving him a small nod.

"Well, I know just the car we can use."

...

Jenny's car was about as nice as it could get. Considering she hasn't driven it in the last two years, it was still in great condition for being 50 years old. Older than the Impala by a little over a decade.

"This is a very blue car." Dean commented as he ran a hand over the blue leather seats. "How the hell did you keep it like this when it's been sitting with those rust buckets."

"It's the Chevy genes, Dean." Jenny grinned, looking to him. "I've had my car wrapped in Bobby's garage for the last two-three years. I'm not letting it rust." Jenny turned on the radio, still smiling as she looked back to Sam.

"Besides. If you guys didn't have me, you'd be driving a minivan right now."

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