² Deception - Dean Winchester

Thirty-Seven

Jenny laid in the back of the Impala, resting against the giant stuffed dragon, fiddling with its crinkly wing as Sam and Dean were up front.

Sam was looking around almost frantically, trying to see if he could remember anything as Dean drove.

"What's going on with you, Sam? Hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean, that sounds more like me than you." Dean finally broke the silence as Jenny scoffed, sitting up.

"I don't think I've ever seen you even try to smoke a cigarette." She smiled, leaning against the back of the front seat. Sam sighed, shaking his head as he continued to look out the window.

Sam's demeanor suddenly changed and he pointed ahead. "Dean, wait, right here. Turn down that road."

"What?" Dean frowned, Sam's shrugged, shaking his head.

"I don't know how I know, I just do." Jenny gave the young Winchester an odd glance as Dean turned down a backroad and onto private property.

"Did you rent a cabin or something?" Jenny frowned as a large house with plenty of emergency lighting and security cameras outside came into view.

The three got out of the Impala, walking up to the door. Sam shook his head softly, thinking to himself. "Whoever lives here, I'd say they don't like surprises."

"Should we knock? I feel like it'd be impolite to just waltz in." Jenny suggested as the two brothers deadpanned at her. She hummed, knocking on the door while Sam poked around the corner.

"Hey, guys." Dean and Jenny walked around to where Sam was, waving a flashlight at a window. It was shattered, the ledge covered in glass.

The three examined the broke window, confusion written across their faces as Dean cleared his throat quietly.

"I'm surprised the cops didn't show. Place like this you'd think it'd have an alarm." He spoke as Jenny nodded in agreement, looking inside the home.

Sam huffed loud enough to get the older two's attention, gesturing to a disabled alarm on the wall.

"Yeah, you would."

After a moment or two, Jenny shrugged off her flannel, throwing it over the window sill and slid inside. Sam filled after Dean. The three flicking their flashlights back on again and started looking around cautiously.

Jenny's flashlight flickered before turning off and she grumbled in annoyance, walking around aimlessly.

Entering a different room, Jenny grunted loudly as she tripped over something heavy, landing in a liquid. She could already sense what it was, grumbling even more.

"Jen? Jenny?" Dean called out rushing into the room with his brother. "Sam, hit the lights."

Sam walked over to the front door, flicking the home's lights on. Sam and Dean froze at the new sight of Jenny, who was sitting in a pool of blood, her chin and part of her jaw dripping in it as well as some of her hair. She looked disgusted, as one would, flicking her hands and splattering the blood everywhere.

"Oh Jesus." Sam gagged, watching Jenny stand up and flip the dead man over onto his back. His throat was slid open, Dean slowly putting a hand over his mouth as Sam's disgusted look turned horrified.

"I... I did this." Sam whispered, Jenny stepping away from the man. She looked around, not finding anything to clean herself with.

"We don't know that." Dean told his brother, Jenny looking down at her shoes, which were also covered in blood. She took off her shoes, stepping away from the blood and abandoned them in it while she went to search for a sink.