² Deception - Dean Winchester

Eight

Jenny sat in the backseat, playing Tetris on her phone as Dean argued with Sam.

"This is stupid." He grumbled, Sam looking at his older brother.

"Why?"

"Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave— there, there was no body left after the fire." Dean reminded as Jenny sat up for a short moment, wanting to speak but decided against it. Sam shrugged.

"She has a headstone."

"Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you wanna, go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on." Dean scoffed at what he believed was Sam's idiotic idea, his brother holding his frown.

"Dean, that's not the point."

"Well then, enlighten me, Sam."

"It's not about a body, or, or, a casket. It's about her memory, okay?" Dean hummed in annoyance, shaking his head. "And after Dad it just... just feels like the right thing to do."

"It's irrational, is what it is."

"Look, man. No one asked you guys to come." Jenny looked up from her phone for a moment, a frown on her face before she returned to her game.

"Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down." Dean asked, looking over to his brother before back to the road.

"That's a good idea, you should. Just drop me off, I'll hitch a ride, and I'll meet you there tomorrow."

"Right. Jen and I stuck... stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks."

...

Jenny stood in front of a large gravestone, staring down with a desolate look, hands shoved deep into her pockets. Sam and Dean were somewhere further off, unaware of where she had been headed.

After a few moments of long, calming silence, Dean had found Jenny, walking over to her quickly. "Hey, Jen. Think I found us a case! Girl had her funeral a few days ago and her grave was—" Dean cut himself short when Jenny didn't look up, which made him frown. He stopped next her to, turning to the gravestone.

Henry and Phoebe Price
1957 -1984

"Oh... I didn't know your parents were buried here." Jenny nodded slowly at Dean's quiet comment, sighing through her nose.

"Yeah. I didn't either. I didn't go to their funerals. Didn't want to, actually. Guess I forgot so much that I forgot they grew up here." Jenny looked to Dean, giving him a half-hearted smile. "What we're you saying about this case?"

Dean gave Jenny a look before gesturing for her to follow him. When they got to the girls grave he was talking about, Jenny frowned in confusion.

There was a perfect circle of dead grass around the girls grave, and the flowers that rested in the headstone were dry and withered. "When did you say she was buried?" Jenny asked, turning to Dean.

"Three days ago. What are you thinking?"

"I don't know. Witchcraft, maybe? Or a vengeful spirit. But I've never seen a spirit be able to do this." Sam walked over to the two, his arms crossed.

"Maybe it's unholy ground." Dean assumed, Sam frowning at his brother.

"Un—" Sam stopped himself, speechless

"What? If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the, the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?" Jenny gave Dean a strange look, wondering if it was a case from before they worked together.