² Deception - Dean Winchester

Thirteen

Jenny folded the newspaper she was reading and stepped out of the Impala, rounding it to catch up to Sam and Dean.

"I found a case." Jenny mused, smiling partially. "A girl was supposedly kidnapped by a cult."

"Doesn't sound like our kind of gig." Dean frowned as Jenny shrugged.

"Does the girl have a name?" Sam asked as Jenny read the paper again.

"Katie Holmes." A crash from inside the roadhouse caught the threes attention, all quickly walking in to find Ellen and Jo yelling at one another.

"I am your mother, I don't have to be reasonable!" Ellen yelled at Jo, who looked as furious as her mother.

"You can't keep me here!"

"Oh, don't you bet on that, sweetie." Jenny and Dean shared an awkward look, slowly turning their heads to Sam, who looked at them with the same expression.

"What are you going to do, are you going to chain me up in the basement?"

"You know what, you've had worse ideas than that recently. Hey, you don't wanna stay, don't stay. Go back to school."

"I didn't belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection." Jenny inhaled quietly, remembering her very short few years of high school.

"Yeah, and getting yourself killed on some dusty back road, that's where you belong?!" Ellen shook her head, spotting the three standing awkwardly. "Guys, bad time."

"Yes, ma'am." Jenny and Sam spoke quickly and in sync. Dean laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway."

"Wait. I wanna know what they think about this." Jenny's eyes widened nervously, clasping her hands together.

"I don't care what they think!" Ellen yelled as a small family walked into the roadhouse, all blinding Jenny with their brightly colored, matching t-shirts.

"Are you guys open?" The father asked, Ellen and Jo turning to him.

"No!"

"Yes!" The two children looked petrified, the mothers eyes widening as the father slowly stepped back.

"We'll just... check out the Arby's down the road." The four quickly rushed out as the phone rang. Ellen stalked over to the phone as Sam, Dean and Jenny cautiously made their way to a table.

"Harvelle's. Yeah, Preacher." Jo rushed over to the table the three hunters were sitting at, dropping a folder in the table.

"Three weeks ago a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment." She slid the folder to Jenny, who didn't take it. "Take it, it won't bite."

Jenny glanced over to Ellen, who had her back turned in the four. "No, but your mom might." Dean shuddered a breath. Jo pinched her lips, still holding the folder out to Jenny, who slowly took it.

"If your mom kills me, don't touch my bones because I'm coming back to haunt you, Jo." Jenny glared at Jo, who waved her hand away.

"This girl wasn't the first. Over the past eighty years, six women have vanished. All from the same building, all young blondes. Only happens every decade or two so cops never eyeball the pattern. So we're either dealing with one very old serial killer, or—"

"Who put this together? Ash?" Dean interrupted as Jo plopped down, frowning.

"I did it myself." Jenny hummed, impressed by how put together the folder was for someone who had never been in a hunt.

"I gotta admit. We hit the road for a lot less." Sam shrugged as Ellen walked over, causing Jenny to jump out of her skin and toss the folder at Dean.

"Good. You like the case so much, you take it." She suggested, Jo's mouth dropping to the ground.