² Deception - Dean Winchester

Fifty

Jenny looked up at the museum with a look that had basically explained it all. This had to be the worst idea Dean has ever spoken. An idea so terrible that she truly debated on stopping Hunting right then and there. An idea so ungodly stupid that Jenny wanted to strangle Dean until his last brain cell put some sense into him.

This was, and will forever be, the worst idea she agreed to.

"This is such a stupid idea." She grumbled while picking the lock to the museum. While Sam nodded in agreement, Dean rolled his eyes, scanning the road behind them.

"Yeah, I heard you two the first nine times." Dean snapped bitterly, gesturing for Jenny to hurry up.

"Don't rush me, Dean. I'll just go slower." She told him, hearing the lock click. She huffed quietly, opening the door.

Dean was holding a map and flashlight, Sam and Jenny holding just flashlights. Dean opened the map up and read it for a moment before pointing ahead.

"This way." The trio walked down the hallway slowly, Sam shaking his head.

"I hate this plan, Dean." Sam repeated again, his brother rolling his eyes once more.

"Yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it." The three rounded a corner, Jenny waving her flashlight in every possible direction as a stone expression laid on her face. She wanted to keep bugging Dean that there were other ways to do the case, but she guessed he wasn't that smart to think of one if he already had this plan set in motion.

Jenny walked up to a glass exhibition case, humming a song from Motley as she picked the lock on it.

"Are you humming Motley Crüe?" Sam frowned at Jenny, who slowly took the decorated axe out of his glass cell.

"It keeps me calm when I'm about to blow a fuse." She whispered, turning to see Dean holding a hooked dagger he snatched from another case.

A noise echoed through the quiet museum, alerting the three hunters. They each shared a look as Sam inclined his head. Jenny put the axe down, quickly leaving.

As they rounded a corner, three guns cocked, flashlights blinding Sam, Dean and Jenny as three cops aimed their guns at them.

"Freeze!" The first cop yelled, and the three hunters turned to run, but two more cops were blocking their path.

"Don't move!" The second cop yelled, but the trio still tried to make their exit down the last hallway, another pair of cops blocking them. They were surrounded.

"I said freeze!" The first cop repeated. Jenny glanced to Dean with an annoyed glare, slowly raising her hands up in surrender.

"Hold it right there!"

"Put your hands on you heads! Get down on your knees! Now!" The Winchester brothers complied, whilst Jenny struggled to get onto her knees, her leg still healing.

A cop came up behind Jenny and shoved her down, causing the woman to hiss in pain. "Jesus, if I wanted to be man-handled I'd just—"

"Quiet!" The cop silenced her. Dean looked to Jenny as she clasped her hands behind her head, a wave of pain crossing her face.

Dean was smirking when he turned to Sam, who didn't have a pleased look on his face. Jenny was bitter and in pain, the cop not being so kind as he tightened the handcuffs around her wrists. She kept her mouth shut, wincing as she was forced to stand.

"You three are all under arrest."

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Jenny stood in front of a mugshot board, eyes droopy from getting no sleep, holding up a small sign.