² Deception - Dean Winchester

Forty

"I'm telling you, Dean, This was made by some kind of jet engine." Sam said as he, Dean and Jenny stood in the center of a giant circle of burnt grass.

"You mean some saucer-shaped jet engine?" Dean corrected, Jenny turning to the brothers.

"You mean UFO, right? Because this was definitely a UFO." Sam frowned at Jenny and Dean, flailing his arms up.

"So you believe in aliens but you don't believe in angels?" Jenny scoffed at Sam, laughing.

"Sammy, creatures from a different galaxy are far more believable than little dudes in diapers with harps that live in the clouds." Sam's frown dropped to a bitchface, looking to Dean.

"I agree with Jenny." Dean gestured to the woman, who did her best attempt to hold back a victorious smirk. Sam rolled his eyes.

"What else could it be?" Sam asked as Sam looked at his watch, humming.

"I mean, first the haunting. Now this? The timing alone – There's got to be some kind of connection." He spoke, looking around.

"You mean between the angry spirit and the sexed-up E.T.? What could the connection possibly be?"  Dean asked, and Jenny shrugged.

"I don't know. But maybe Curtis or someone else can help."

———

The three hunters made it to the college, now talking to a student, who didn't look like he wanted to be talking to the three strangers.

"So, you and this guy, Curtis— You were in the same house?" Dean asked as they all sat at a table, the boy nodding in confirmation. "You heard what happened to him, right?"

"Yeah, he says it was aliens, but, you know, whatever." He shrugged it off, clearly not believing his friend.

"Look, man, I – I know this all has to be so hard." Sam told him in an exaggerated tone, the student frowning and shook his head.

"Um, not so much."

"But I want you to know... I'm here for you." Jenny gave Sam an extremely confused look as he placed a hand on the college student. "You brave little soldier. I acknowledge your pain. Come here." Sam pulled the student into a tight hug, Jenny's brows raised in concern as Sam sniffles, looking up to the sky. "You're too precious for this world."

"I never said that!" Sam interrupted Dean's rendition of the story, Jenny and Bobby looking back and forth between the brothers with equal amounts of confusion.

"You're always saying pansy stuff like that." Dean scoffed, Sam glaring at him. "Anyways—"

"Well, um... Yeah, uh, thanks." The college student pulled away from Sam, who stood next to Dean and Jenny. "Thanks for the hug, but, uh, I'm okay. Really. To tell you the truth, whatever happened to Curtis, he had it coming."

Jenny then frowned at the student. "Why is that?"

"He's our pledge master. Put us through hell this semester, and got off on it. So now he knows how we feel." The boy answered, now walking away.

———

Sam, Jenny and Dean all walked into their motel room, Dean shaking his head. "Still doesn't make a lick of sense. But, hey, at least there's one connection."

"Between what?" Sam frowned, turning to Dean.

"The victims. The professor and the frat guy – They're both dicks." Jenny sighed loudly at Dean's answer, sitting down.

"That's a connection?" Sam held his confused frown, and Jenny snorted as she kicked her feet up into the dining table, grabbing the closest magazine. She flipped through the magazines and paused, frowning in confusion as she turned to Dean.