² Deception - Dean Winchester

Twenty

if (and it's a fairly large if) I were to make a smut fanfic filled entirely with just Jenny and Dean going at it— bc i never know when to just throw smut scenes into this book and only do it when there are scenes in the transcripts 💀

anyways, back to our regularly scheduled program—

Jenny, Sam and Dean walked up a large set of stairs leading to the fourth floor of an apartment building. The three strode together side by side, just to show how large the stairs were.

Jenny looked to Sam and Dean and glared softly, waiting. After a few seconds of the two rambling about George Darrow, they finally paused in place. Jenny let out a breath, gripping onto the railing and quickly turned to the reader.

"All right. I'm really bad at secrets. Like, really bad. At that will probably haunt me one day when somebody or myself tells me something I can't tell Sam or Dean. So that whole 'I wasn't in a trance' thing was completely horseshit. And i'm talking like a big pile of shit. Turns out, my brother, Nathaniel? You remember him. Hasn't been seen in like, a hundred chapters, was possessed by the demon that killed Mary and Jessica.. And my grandma. Yeah that guy. One second." Jenny turned, inhaling sharply.

"Sorry. Rambling. Anyways, turns out, because of how long that demon was stuck inside my brother, he got some of his powers? Because that's a thing now. He can somehow mind control me or whatever. He got into my head and told me the demon was coming to find him blah blah blah blah blaaah. And now he wants my help. Really? Like dude, you left me after our parents died and our grandma died in front of me? And you want my help? Absolutely not." She took in another harsh breath, shaking her head. "Just thought I'd fill you in. Confused? Me too."

Jenny turned back to Sam and Dean as they were reanimated, walking up the last step. "So, Jen, what do you think?"

Jenny raised her brows, unsure of what the Winchester brothers were talking about. "I— Uhm... I think that looks like goofer dust." Jenny pointed to the door at the end of the hall. At the crease of it was a line of black dust that appeared to look like a salt line.

"What the hell is goofer dust?" Dean frowned as he walked over, kneeling down in front of the door.

It suddenly swung open, startling Dean that he fell onto his ass. A middle aged man was wearing an open button-down and stained shirt, his hair graying.

"Who the hell are you?" George asked, eyeing Dean suspiciously.

"George... Darrow?" Jenny slowly approached with her hands slightly raised in question.

"I'm not buying anything. Especially girl scout cookies." George spat, going to close the door. Jenny jumped forward, slapping George's door and held it open.

"Please sir! You got goofer dust on the door, you gotta be hiding from a hellhound, right?" Sam and Dean looked at one another, and George's brows raised.

"I don't know what the hell you talkin' about." He tried to close the door again, but Jenny was persistent, putting all her weight into the door to hold it open.

She reached for the photo in her pocket quickly, holding it up to George. "This is you, isn't it?" George looked shaken, staring at Jenny with fear.
"We just want to help. Five minutes, and we're gone."

———

Jenny looked around George's apartment, which was lined with half finished artwork or completed ones. A table by the window had a partially started art piece.

George poured himself a glass of Whiskey as Sam and Dean looked out the window.

"So what is that stuff out front?" Sam asked as George snickered, sipping his whiskey.