² Deception - Dean Winchester

Twenty-One

and we have a new case not in the show! i'll deeply try my best to incorporate my own cases based off of movies and shows bc i'm still not the most creative person, so bare with me since my last case was absolute horse shit.

Jenny, Sam and Dean had been on the road for the better half of a day trying to find a case. It had been a little over a week since the hellhound ordeal, so now Jenny was decently less traumatized and no longer angry at Sam or Dean. Now she was just bored and wanted to gut a ghost.

The three of them had made a stop at some local diner in Springfield, Illinois. Jenny was reading the local newspaper, a concentrated frown on her face.

"Find anything yet?" Dean asked... For the third time. Jenny dropped the newspaper with an annoyed smile, squinting her eyes.

"If I find anything, I will let you know." She sighed heavily, picking the paper back up to read the back. "All I can find here is that some woman was murdered yesterday morning in some motel called 'Mainchester.' But it doesn't scream 'hey, big scary spirit' to me."

"Mainchester? Nice." Dean snickered, Sam and Jenny frowning at him. "What?" He rolled his eyes, picking up his cup of coffee. "Does it say anything else?"

"Uhh... Just says she had severe lacerations to her stomach and face... Bruises on her wrists... Closed casket kind of lacerations." Dean bared his teeth, shaking his head. "Oh... And there was no sign of a real struggle or break in. She was asleep when she was killed." The brothers raised their brows in unison, glancing to one another.

"We should at least check it out. See if it's anything we can stop." Sam suggested, the other two shrugging in agreement.

"Might as well. I love Baby, but my ass is leaving a dent in her front seat." Jenny folded the newspaper up and chugged the rest of her orange juice, slapping a few bills and a large tip on the table before getting up.

The three didn't take long to find the motel as it was still surrounded by cops and police tape. Jenny rummaged through her bag, slipping off her flannel and rolled the sleeves of her button down up, taking her FBI badge out.

After the three had very quickly gotten ready, they walked over to a cop, flashing their fake ID's before ducking under the police tape. Going up to the second floor, a sheriff was talking to three teenagers, who eerily looked like the Winchester brothers and Jenny.

The three paused in their tracks to stare at them, confused. "Sam, Dean... Am I seeing double?" Jenny whispered, the two shaking their heads. "Okay."

"Can I help you three?" Jenny glanced at the man's badge. Hopper.

"Uh, yes you can, Sheriff Hopper." Sam raised his ID up, and Hopper frowned, crossing his arms.

"What's the FBI doing here? This doesn't seem like your kinda business." He spoke, glancing into the open motel room.

"Well, Sheriff, we just got where the big man tells us to." Jenny smiled, walking towards him as the brothers followed. She outstretched her hand, which Hopper firmly shook. "I'm Agent Baker, these are my colleagues, Agent's Hamill and Ford." The Sheriff glanced at the three suspiciously for a moment before nodding, shaking Sam and Dean's hands.

The three teenagers continued to stare at the Hunters nervously, Sheriff Hopper gesturing to them. "This is Genevieve, Stuart and Daniel. They were here last night when Kelly Callahan was murdered." The three Hunters eyes widened, Jenny speaking quietly to Sam and Dean.

"If it couldn't be creepier." She mumbled, nodding. "Uh, do you mind if we speak to them? After looking over the scene?" Sheriff Hopper raised his hands up, the four strangers walked back downstairs.