² Deception - Dean Winchester

Fourty-Four

I could not fall asleep until I at least started this chapter. I am five episodes away from finishing this book then i'm on to NUMBER THREE WOO (y'all have no idea how excited I am about that.)
anyways get ready because we are going to be dealing with a new side of Jenny. if i were you i'd grab a tissue box.

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"Sam, I really don't think she should be on this case with us." Dean whispered, to which Sam scoffed.

"Dean, you can't protect her from every bad thing out in the world. She's the best hunter we know, she knows how to kill these things, I say we let her work it."

"No, Sam. You know how she is with these. She'll freak out at the last second, and then we're sitting around her in a hospital bed. Just like last time."

"This won't be like last time, Dean!"

"Will you guys stop talking?" Jenny groaned, turning over in the bed. Sam and Dean quickly looked at her as she sat up, yawning. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Uhm, nothing, Jen you can just go back to sl—"

"We found a new case." Sam interrupted his brother, who shot a deathly glare at him. "And... the victim's heart was missing."

Jenny immediately froze in her spot. She didn't bare an expression, but her body language alone told Dean that she wanted nothing to do with whatever Sam was talking about.

"Sam, I already told you we should find a different case." Dean muttered angrily to his brother. Jenny shook her head.

"No. No I think... I think this can be good... For me." She spoke hesitantly, still not moving from her position on the bed. Dean raised his brows in surprise.

"Really? Are you sure?" Sam asked, just as surprised as Dean, and Jenny, who nodded slowly.

"Yeah. I've been afraid of something for too long. It's an unnecessary fear, really, given that I've hunted way worse." Jenny stood up. "I'm just going to uh... Take a shower. And then we can go?"

Sam and Dean nodded, watching as she briskly walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Jenny stared at herself in the mirror for longer than she anticipated. At the scar on her neck, mostly. Reminiscing in the horrible memory that the scar gave her. The time that almost made John stop taking Jenny on cases altogether.

"It's okay." She told herself, gripping onto the sink with every bit of force she could to keep herself standing. She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes, only to be flashed back to that hospital bed. Back to when she was younger, and basically a rookie cop compared to a lead detective.

"It's just another case." She whispered, walking towards the bathtub. She turned on the shower, hoping the heat would snap her out of everything. "A werewolf case."

Werewolf. The last case her parents went on. The first case she went on. The case she almost died on. The one that gave her that horrendous scar on her neck. The case that made her fear werewolves.

Most people assumed it was her parents death that made her fear the hideous monsters that lurked in the night. They knew she feared something.