² Deception - Dean Winchester

Fifty-One

Sam stared down at the spaghetti on his fork and sniffed at it disdainfully. Jenny gave her oddly colored meatball a strange looks slowly sliding her plate away as Dean gnawed on his chicken.

"You know, this chicken isn't half bad." He hummed, looking to Jenny, who sat next to him. She raised her brows, nodding, though she didn't fully believe him.

"I think I might skip breakfast, lunch and dinner." She mumbled to herself, Sam sighing as he put his fork down, sliding his plate to Dean.

"Finish mine. All right, so let's go back over this." Dean stabbed Sam's chicken, moving it to his plate as Jenny looked around. "Spirit suspect number one is Mark Moody, right?"

"Yeah, he was arrested for ritualistic murders. Satanic kind of stuff. He died here." Jenny said as she slouched a little bit, frowning. "Why am I the only woman in here?"

Sam and Dean then looked around, now noticing that it was true. Jenny was the only female inmate in the dining hall. They all shrugged, assuming that the women around the area weren't really known to be arrested. Or, Jenny was just lucky enough to get stuck with Sam and Dean.

"You sure it's him?"  Sam asked Jenny, who nodded. "Okay, considering our circumstances, I'm gonna need a little bit better than a simple nod."

"Really pretty sure." Dean told his brother whilst biting into the chicken. "Moody died of a heart attack, which is what all the victims in here are dying of. He died in the old cell block, which they closed after he croaked, 30 years ago. They just opened that back up. That's when the killings started."

"So you think his spirit was released somehow?" Sam frowned. Dean was chewing on his food, nodding as Jenny did.

"There's no other explanation as to how all the inmates are having heart attacks."

"But what if he was already cremated?" Sam questioned. Jenny was still looking around, staring at everyone. "Jenny."

"I'm guessing there's something in the old block that's keeping him around." She assumed, turning back to Sam. "And whatever it is, we got to find it. Then get rid of the ghost." Dean clanged his fork into his plate, clearing his throat.

"I'm done." Dean got up, taking the three plates and started walking away.m, Jenny and Sam following. Sam then bumped heavily into a large tattooed prisoner.

"Sorry. I—"

"Watch where you're going." The large man seethed, Jenny pausing and turning her head to the man. Dean kept walking, not hearing the conversation as he dumped the remains of the food.

"Yeah. Sure. I just—"

"He said he was sorry." Jenny spoke up, Sam's eyes widening as she walked over next to jinx

"Jenny..." Sam warned, the prisoner talking a step forward.

"You talking to me?" Jenny clenched her jaw, looking up at the man with a stone cold face. "You talking to me, little lady?"

"Little?! I'm average height for a woman my age!" Jenny snapped in offense, looking the man up and down. "Yes, I'm talking to you. He said he was sorry, you don't gotta act all tough just because you're big and have tattoos."

"Jenny, let's go." Dean suddenly appeared, grabbing her arm lightly and pulled her away as the tattooed inmate walked away.

"Cliche tall tattoo guy thinks he runs the place." Jenny scoffed under her breath, turning away. Sam slapped Dean's arm nonchalantly, to which he and Jenny turned to see an even larger prison standing up, walking towards them.

"Oh shit." Dean mumbled, but Jenny didn't seem too worried as the larger prison walked over, the other prisoners now paying attention.

Jenny walked forward as the large prisoner started towards her, Sam and Dean's eyes bulging out of their heads as the giant prisoner swung at Jenny.