One month ago

She wasn't just crawling out. She was escaping. She was fighting so damn hard to climb her way out of Hell.

The real world sounded like bliss. Ecstasy compared to what she endured down there. Sure, she wasn't tortured everyday, but she lived down there for far too long. 24 years of crumbling under someone else's power. Doing every task needed even if she didn't want to.

But she had had enough of that, and she wanted out. And somehow, someway, she escaped.

But not on her own.

———

Jenny tapped her pen between her fingers in a rhythmic beat as she stared at her journal. It was a blank page and she didn't know what to write. Did she write their last case with the rougarou? The pain she went through in Purgatory? She didn't know.

"I think I got a case for us." Sam said as he walked into the motel room. Jenny slapped her journal shut, standing up and outstretched her hand as Sam handed her a file. "There have been 43 murders over the last decade in Witchita. All men in their early 20s with dark hair. Locals think it's some psycho serial killer."

"And what do the crazy locals think?" Dean asked as he sat up in his bed. Sam shrugged.

"I don't know. Reports said that they ignored all of the people that think something is wrong with their town." Jenny sighed quietly.

"We're there any names to the people that think otherwise?" She questioned and Sam nodded.

"Yeah. Wife of the most recent victim. Her husband said something was following him for weeks, telling him to go somewhere. He went missing for a few days, police found him dead in the river." Jenny glanced up at Sam from the file.

"If you're about to say 'get this' I will smack you with this." Jenny raised the file. Sam smiled awkwardly, clearing his throat.

"Well, fill us in on the details on the car ride, Sammy." Dean slapped his brothers arm as he started packing quickly. Jenny frowned at Dean a she started packing her bag. Sam and Jenny exchanged a glance before shrugging.

———

"Do you think we should invite Bobby on this hunt? He's always up to hunt some ghosts." Jenny suggested and Dean shook his head.

"He's on some witch case. Said he might be back when we finish this one. We can just drop by when it's over." Dean suggested. Jenny smiled at the idea, considering that she hadn't seen Bobby in a while.

"How much farther to Witchita?" Sam asked from the backseat, looking like he had just woken up.

"Still a few hours. I'm almost out of gas, too. Anyone hungry?" Dean turned to Jenny and Sam, smiling at the thought of food. Jenny thought for a moment before nodding a little. "Great! Because we're almost to the best damn restaurant in America!"

"Dean, if you say McDonald's I'm going to punt you to next year." Jenny said with a glare and Dean immediately shook his head.

"No! We're going to Harvey's Diner." Jenny frowned at the name. She had never heard of the place and assumed it was a local family owned business, turning to Sam, whose eyes widened.

"Not Harvey's. Dean anywhere but Harvey's." Sam begged. Dean gave his brother an offended look.

"C'mon, Sam! It's not the worst place to be."

"I almost died there!"

"You took too big of a bite. That's your own fault." Dean argued as he pulled into a gas station. "Besides, Harvey's got the best curly fries to ever exist."

"Better than Arby's? Because Arby's has some fucking good curly fries." Jenny wondered and Dean nodded, still grinning.

"I'm going to fill up on gas. Jen, could you run in and grab some beer?"

"Why not get beer at Harvey's?" Sam asked. Dean grimaced and shook his head.

"Harvey's has bugs in their beer. Absolutely not." Dean pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it to Jenny, winking. "Buy yourself something pretty."

"With ten dollars? You must think we're in the 1900s." Dean's smile dropped as Jenny smirked, the two stepping out of the car.

Jenny paused at the passenger door, squinting as she looked around. It felt as if someone was watching her, but she couldn't see anyone. There was a beat up Volkswagen and a new Honda parked in front of the gas station, but when Jenny walked in, the only person around was the clerk.

"Nice car you got there." The clerk complimented, gesturing to the Impala. Jenny smiled softly, nodding.

"Thanks. It's my fiancé's." The clerk nodded, watching Jenny walk over to the fridge and grab a pack of beer.

"You got an ID?" He asked. Jenny paused for a moment, patting her pants before pulling out her wallet. She handed him her ID cautiously and the man stared at it for a moment, growing a bit nervous.

"There a problem, sir?" Jenny raised her brows as the man shook his head quickly, glancing somewhere before handing the ID back as she gave him her money.

"You.. You have a nice day." The man said in a someone trembling voice. Jenny gave him a suspicious look before taking the change and beer, walking out of the gas station.

"What's with the look?" Dean asked as he was leaning against the Impala. Jenny turned back to the gas station, then to Dean.

"I don't know. That dude was all nice and then he got really nervous." Dean frowned, looking through the window to see the man was on the phone, staring at Dean and Jenny. Dean's eyes widened.

"Oh shit. Jen, get in the car." Jenny turned back to the gas station again, her eyes widening next. Off in the distance, she could hear police sirens.

"Jesus Christ do they speed here?! Jen, get in the car!!" Dean shouted as he quickly put the gas nozzle away, rushing to the drivers side as Jenny hopped into the front seat.

"What's going on?!" Sam wondered, looking through the back window as he heard sirens.

"I think the clerk recognized Jenny." Dean said as he started up the Impala. The car skidded for a moment before rushing off and back onto the road. "Guess we won't be having Harvey's."

"Out of all the gas stations I've given my ID to, that guy is the only one to call the cops on us." Jenny looked through the back window to see if the cops had started following them, but spotted no one.

———

"In one of the reports, you said your husband had been hearing things a few weeks before he was killed?" Jenny asked Maria Hudson, who nodded slowly as she teared up.

"I don't understand. My husband died months ago why is the FBI doing an investigation now?" Maria frowned. Sam, Dean and Jenny glanced to one another.

"There have been a number of murders around this area for a few years now. We've been trying to find out who it is for a long time." Jenny answered, clearing her throat awkwardly. "Did you husband ever say what he was hearing?"

Maria nodded again. "He said some woman was trying to lure him to the abandoned warehouse a few miles out of town. But I don't understand. My husband never did anything wrong..." Maria cried. Jenny slowly pushed the box of tissues towards the woman.

"Before your husbands death... Did you notice anything else strange? Cold spots, a weird smell?" Maria thought about Dean's question for a moment before nodding again.

"Actually, yeah... A few nights before he.. You know.. He started smelling strange. And no matter how many showers he took the smell just wouldn't come off. Like he had been sprayed by a skunk with a gross disease... And chemicals."

Sam, Dean and Jenny frowned in confusion, looking at one another before they all stood up. "Thank you for your time, Miss Hudson. We're sorry to have bothered you."

———

"I can't find anything about anybody coming up dead and smelling like skunk from before the murders started." Jenny complained, throwing her head back in annoyance. "I thought ghost cases were supposed to be easy."

"We're not even sure if it is a ghost, Jenny." Sam said and she nodded slowly. "Here, listen at this." Dean and Jenny sat up straight as Dam read from his computer. "In 1997, a woman named Karina was found mutilated in a river near the Chemtool warehouse, which was abandoned a about two years later after workers with dark hair kept showing up dead in the river. Sources said she had been kidnapped and taken there by a worker, which they never found. They still assume he was around his early 20s and had dark hair..."

"Just like the victims. So it is a ghost." Jenny hummed, gesturing for Sam to read on.

"Yeah. When cops found her body, they said it smelled like a rotting skunk, and chemicals. Exactly like what Maria described."

"Great. We know whose killing these guys. Where's her body?" Dean slapped the table and Sam sighed. Dean's smile dropped. "She was cremated, wasn't she?"

"Nope. Her family had her buried but she wasn't the nicest person when alive... They buried her in an unmarked grave at the Resurrection Cemetery." Dean and Jenny looked at one another.

"Of course they bury her there." Dean joked, shaking his head. "So. Quick and easy case, let's go salt some bones and roast some marshmallows." Dean rubbed his hands together as Jenny raised her brows.

"Roast marshmallows? Shit, I haven't done that in forever count me in." Jenny got up quickly and Dean smiled, turning to his brother. Sam sat still for a moment before sighing and slapped his laptop shut. He followed Jenny and Dean out to the Impala.

———

Jenny's ears had started to ring the closer they got into a deep part of al the cemetery. She paused when it started fading away, turning and walking the opposite direction of Sam and Dean. "Hey, woah Jen where you going?" Dean called out and she paused, turning back around.

"It's this way." She answered. Sam and Dean shared an unsure look as they slowly followed her.

"How are you sure?" Sam wondered and Jenny tapped her head.

"Putting that supernatural GPS to good work, Jen." Dean grinned as they all stopped at a small unmarked grave. "Yahtzee."

———

Jenny wiped a bead of sweat from her face and threw dirt above her head, which landed in the pile near her. "Didn't I say I was done digging up graves? It's so much work." Jenny rested against the dirt wall, panting. Sam and Dean laughed at her, stopping when her shovel hit something hard.

"Bingo. You guys are buying me a milkshake." Jenny grinned. Sam and Dean frowned at her in confusion as she started swiping away at the dirt.

"A milkshake? We never agreed to that." Sam mumbled and Dean raised his hand up.

"She wants a milkshake we get her a milkshake. Shut up, Sam." Dean warned and his brother rolled his eyes, shaking his head. Dean swiped at the dirt before attempting to open the casket.

"Ah, gross." Dean gagged, frowning at the very fried up skin that was attached to the corpse. "Shouldn't she be nothing but bones?"

"It was the late 90s. Wasn't that long ago." Jenny shrugged it off. She jumped, climbing out of the hole in the ground and stood up straight. There was a loud twig snap, turning her head and raised her gun up.

She lowered it when she spotted a rabbit dashing off. But she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching them.

"I got s'more makin's." dean raised a box of graham crackers and chocolate in one hand and the bag of marshmallows in the other, grinning.

"Isn't it a little unhealthy to be eating that? I mean, this corpse is only burning because of lighter fluid." Sam said as he drenched the corpse in salt and sprayed the fluid over it. Dean shrugged as Jenny grabbed her matches and lit one up.

"It's not like we don't have alcohol in our livers every minute of the day."

———

"Bobby, you are back." Jenny grinned as Bobby opened the door to find her, Sam and Dean. A small smile played on his lips for a moment.

"Good to see you three again. Heard you went on an easy ghost case." Bobby limped into the living room and the three young Hunters froze, eyes widening.

"Bobby— You alright?" Jenny asked in a worried tone. The old man waved her off, sitting down on a chair facing the kitchen.

"Yeah, nothing I haven't had before. What's with the drop by, anyway?" Dean shrugged and walked into the living room.

"You know, Jen wanted to see what you were up to. None of us have seen you in a few weeks." Dean slapped Bobby's shoulder gently, turning to face the window. "Thought we could all catch—" Dean froze in his spot, staring out the window.

"Dean?" Sam frowned, walking towards him. "Dean what's up?"

Sam looked out the window, his eyes widening in shock. Instead of Jenny walking towards the window, she grabbed a shotgun near the door and swung it open, ready to fire.

"OH MY GOD DON'T SHOOT ME!" A woman screamed. Jenny stopped as the woman had dropped to the grass, one arm over her head protectively as the other was stretched out to Jenny.

"Who are you?!" Jenny asked loudly as Sam, Dean and Bobby all walked out. Jenny slowly walked down the steps. "Are you the one that's been following us?"

"Yes! Yes please let me explain—"

"Then explain!" Jenny shouted. The woman slowly looked up, Jenny now standing close enough that the shotgun was aimed down. She frowned for a moment, examining the woman's features.

She had fairly dark hair and eyes. She didn't look the least but familiar, but Jenny's ears did ring in her presence. "What are you?" She asked quietly, gripping the shotgun tighter.

"I'm human, if that's what you mean." The woman slowly stood up and Jenny flinched, fixing her hold on the gun. The woman raised her hands up. "I'm not trying to kill any of you. He sent me here."

"Who?" The woman didn't say anything for a moment, glancing away. "Who sent you here?!"

"He said his name was Castiel." Jenny froze, turning to look back at Sam, Dean and Bobby. They all looked equally as shocked. "He said I could help you guys?"

"Help us? We don't know who you are." Sam stated as he walked closer. The woman faced him, then looked over Jenny's shoulder to Dean.

"What's your name?" Dean asked as he started approaching them all, looking ready to fight if necessary.

"Molly." Dean stopped dead in his tracks. Sam turned back to him, confused. Dean glanced to his little brother, then to Molly.

"Molly who?" Jenny wondered. Molly stared at Jenny for a minute.

"Winchester. My name is Molly Winchester."