² Deception - Dean Winchester

Fifty-Three

Jenny was staring out the window of their newest motel room, a worried expression on her face. Her under eyes were slightly bruised now due to her nose being broken two times in the course of a few months. The bandage did nothing to conceal that, and the makeup she bought was no where near her color, so what was the point.

"The cop is still outside." Jenny turned to Sam, who gave her a worried look. "You think it's for us?" Sam shrugged, setting his phone down so Dean could hear Jenny.

"I don't see how. I mean we ditched the plates, the credit cards." Dean spoke loudly over the phone, the Impala almost drowning his voice out. Jenny turned back to the window, letting out a soft sigh of relief as she watched the squad car drive off.

"They're leaving. False alarm." Sam told his brother, who stayed quiet for a moment.

"Well, see? Nothing to worry about." Dean laughed as his brother scoffed.

"Yeah, being fugitives? Fucking dance party." Jenny raised her brows at Sam. "What?"

"Nothing. You just never really swear." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Hey man, chicks dig the danger vibe, Sammy. They'll be all over you." Dean chuckled as Jenny walked over to the bed, picking the phone up. She moved a book away so she could sit down, picking it up with a frown.

"So you got anything yet?" Sam asked Dean, who scoffed in annoyance.

"Are you kidding me? How could I? You got me sifting through like 50 square miles of real estate here."

"Well, that's where all the victims disappeared, Dean." Jenny stated, Dean sighed.

"Yeah well, I got diddly-squat." Jenny chuckled at Dean's use of words, continuing to read the book. "What about you?"

"Just one thing. I'm pretty sure of it now." Sam took the book out of Jenny's hand, earning an offended look. "We're hunting a Djinn."

"A fucking genie?"  Dean asked, Sam and Jenny humming in confirmation. "What? You think these suckers can really grant wishes?"

"I don't know. I guess they're powerful enough. But not exactly like Barbara Eden in harem pants. I mean, Djinn have been feeding off people for centuries. They're all over the Koran." Sam explained as Dean sighed loudly.

"My God. Barbara Eden was hot, wasn't she? Way hotter than that Bewitched chick." Jenny frowned, looking off to the side as she tried to debate if she should be offended or not. "Sorry, Jen."

"Uhm... Apology accepted." She answered, nodding. But she still wasn't sure.

"Yeah. So uh, where do the Djinns lair up?"

"Ruins usually. The bigger the better – more places to hide... Bodies." Jenny responded as she snatched the book out of Sam's hand, reading it.

"You know, I think I saw a place a couple miles back. I'm gonna go check it out." Sam and Jenny's eyes widened immediately.

"Wait – no, no, no, no, no. Come pick us up first." Sam demanded, his brother scoffing.

"Nah, I'm sure it's nothing. I just wanna take a look around."

"And end up with your blood getting drained as you dream about a fake fantasy world? No way." Jenny snapped, getting up to out her shoes on. "Come get us, Dean Winchester."

"Wow had to use the full name, did you?"

"Dean—" Jenny stopped short as she heard the line click, her mouth dropping open as she turned to Sam. "He hung up on me! Oh my god I'm going to kill hon before the Djinn does."