Jenny jiggled the handle to Olivia's door. It clicked open and Jenny turned back to Bobby, Dean and Sam, who gave her a worried glance. The four all pulled out their weapons and Jenny poked her head into the home.

"Olivia?" Bobby called out as the four parted ways. Jenny went down a hall, freezing in her tracks when she looked into another room.

Blood coated the walls of floor, Olivia lying in the ground, dead. Her chest was completely ripped open and blood was pooled around her.

Olivia's eyes were fixated on the doorway Jenny stood in, staring right through the young Hunter.

Dean walked past the hallway, pausing and backed up when he noticed Jenny hadn't moved. His eyes suddenly widened with worry and he rushed over, nearly slamming into Jenny as he came to a halt in front of the door. He turned to Olivia, letting out a small gasp.

Sam and Bobby were next to enter the room. But, only after a few seconds, Bobby walked out quickly. Jenny walked over towards Olivia, avoiding the blood as she knelt down, shutting Olivia's eyes as she bore no expression.

She knew Olivia. Not that well, but we'll enough to call her a friend. But not the kind of friend that you cry over when they die, apparently.

"You doing okay, Jenny?" Sam asked quietly as she stood up. She nodded, staying quiet. After a moment, Sam gestured to the doorway. "There's a salt line."

Jenny looked towards the door before kneeling down again, picking up an EMF reader. "Olivia was rocking the EMF meter." Dean commented to Jenny, who nodded.

"Looks like this spirit took some drugs." Jenny looked back down at Olivia's torn open chest.

"I've never seen a ghost do this to a person." Dean mumbled. Jenny shook her head and looked up at him.

"I don't think any of us have." The three Hunters turned as Bobby entered the room again with a solemn expression and phone in his hand. "You okay, Bobby?"

Bobby was quiet for a moment before gesturing towards the door. "I called some hunters nearby..."

"Good. We can use their help." Dean smiled, which dropped when Bobby didn't look the least but pleased.

"...except they ain't answering their phones either."

"Something's up, huh?" Sam stated the obvious as Jenny stood up, giving Bobby a worried look.

"You think?" Bobby asked Sam before leaving the room again. The three other Hunters shared concerned looks.

———

Jenny, Sam and Dean were walking down the stairs, exiting a house with grim looks. Jenny turned back to the house for a moment, talking into her phone.

"We're in Jackson. He looks even worse than Olivia. What about you, Bobby?" Jenny asked as she followed Sam and Dean to the Impala.

"R.C. I checked on Carl Bates and R.C. Adams. They've redecorated... in red." Bobby sighed in defeat and Jenny frowned in thought.

"What the hell is going on here? Ghosts suddenly start going after Hunters one by one for what reason? It can't be just for fun if they end up like a thanksgiving turkey."

"I don't know, but until we find out, you guys better get your asses to my place." Bobby demanded and Jenny nodded, sliding into the drivers seat of the Impala.

"We're on our way."

———

Jenny pulled up to a stop at a gas station. She turned to Dean, who was knocked out cold next to her. She turned to Sam, who gave her an odd smile before stepping out of the car.

Jenny got out next, walking over to the gas pump and started pumping gas into the Impala. She looked around for a moment before following Sam i to the gas station, walking towards the drinks.

Jenny grabbed a pack of beer and an energy drink, turning around to stare at the food for a moment. She hadn't eaten in a while, and even though her stomach was empty, she didn't feel hungry one bit. Staring at the food made her feel sick, turning away and walking towards the cashier, who was no where to be seen.

As Jenny set the beer box down, she paused. Her breath was visible. She looked around with a frown, a quiet ring starting to echo in her ears. Jenny glanced up at a security camera, slowly walking towards the bathrooms.

She raised her hand to knock on the men's, where Sam had been, but paused for a second. There was suddenly a loud crash, followed by a hard thud and Jenny swung the door open as Dean had somehow appeared behind her, both of their guns drawn.

Sam was on the ground, his head bleeding as a man stood above him. Jenny's eyes widened at the reflection in the mirror before she pulled her trigger and the ghost disappeared.

Jenny lowered her gun quickly. "Was that Agent Henriksen?!" She asked loudly as Sam held his head, breathing heavily and groaning in pain. Dean and Jenny shared a look.

———

"Bobby's not picking up his phone. You don't think..." Jenny glanced to Dean from the passenger seat and he shook his head.

"No. Bobby's alright. He's gotta be." Dean mumbled as Jenny kept on driving. Dean opened his phone and dialed Bobby's number.

"Damn it, Bobby! Pick up!" Dean shook his head in defeat after a moment and shut his phone and turned around to face his brother. "How you feeling, huh? How many fingers am I holding up?" Dean raised three fingers before he slowly lowered his index and ring finger, flipping Sam off. The younger Winchester gave his brother a bitch face.

"One. I'll be fine, Dean." Sam turned to look out the window and Jenny glanced to him in the mirror.

"Henriksen? Of all people?" She asked a little bluntly, Sam shooting her a soft glare.

"But why? What did he want?" Dean frowned. There was silence for a moment before Sam sighed quietly.

"Revenge, 'cause we got him killed." Dean stared at his brother for a moment before quickly looking at Jenny. She already knew what was going through his mind, shaking her head.

And yet, she didn't say anything. Because she couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't have happened. She couldn't reassure Dean that, if she were still dead, that she would have come back as a vengeful spirit and blame him for her death.

Even if she didn't blame him. It was all her doing. Jenny didn't have to sell her soul for Dean, but she still did it. And he would have, too.

Jenny continued ti shake her head. "Sam that's not—"

"Well, we did, Jenny." Sam interrupted her. Dean raised a hand to silence his brother.

"All right. Stop right there. Whatever the hell is going on, it's happening to us now, okay? I can't get ahold of Bobby, so if you're not thinking answers, don't think at all." Jenny looked to Dean and then into the mirror to look at Sam. A thought crossed her mind for a moment before she shook her head for a third time.

Dean noticed that it had been a thoughtful shake, raising his brows. "What is it?"

"Well... These spirits have to mean something, right? Sam was attacked by Henriksen, who said he blamed us for his death." Sam nodded slowly, awkwardly. "So maybe these spirits are going after Hunters that feel guilty for not saving them in time. To get revenge."

"So, what? You think there's a ghost that's out to get Bobby?"

"I think there are a lot of ghosts out to get Bobby." Jenny answered Dean, who shrugged and nodded.

———

Jenny cocked her gun before entering Bobby's house, looking around slowly. "Bobby?" She called out. No one answered. She turned to Sam and Dean, who were glancing around quickly. "I'll check upstairs."

"I'll look outside." Sam offered and Dean shrugged.

"I'll join you." Dean told Sam and Jenny gave a quick nod before slowly walking up the stairs.

The house was eerily quiet except for the creaking of the floorboards when she took each step. Jenny stood in the middle of the hallway, next to the door to her bedroom.

Something crashed to the ground inside her room and she threw the door open, pausing to see it had been a picture frame. She looked around for a moment to see no one was inside, keeping her gun gripped tight in her hand as she knelt down, turning the picture frame to lay it upright on the floor.

The picture inside was untouched as it had been for nearly a decade. A photo of her and Sam, who was wearing a graduation cap and gown.

"Jennifer Price. Well, Winchester soon." Jenny spun around, now face to face with her brother, Nathaniel.

"Nate." Jenny said quietly with a confused frown. She hadn't seen him in so long.

"Yeah. It's actually me this time, too. Not the demon that pretended to be me for twenty-something years." Nate barely gave Jenny a joking smile. "It's actually nice to talk to my little sister when I'm not choking on my own blood." Jenny opened her mouth to speak, but Nate cut her off. "It's actually kind of funny. I guess life had other plans when I became possessed. And what do you know, I'm awake for 20 years straight and I just watch as this demon pretends to be someone I'm not. And then he starts killing with my hands."

"Nate... I'm so sorry." Jenny muttered. Nate raised his brows, scoffing.

"Really? So sorry that you stabbed me? So sorry that you never once tried look for me? Or even bothered to tell people I existed?" Nate stepped forward and Jenny stepped back, stepping on the picture framed, shattering the glass even more.

"I thought—"

"Exactly! You thought. That's all you have ever done is think the wrong ideas, Jennifer! You think, and then you get people hurt or worse. And you always do it for yourself."

"How would you know?! You missed my entire life because you ran away! From your own sister!" Jenny raised her voice, but Nate raised his louder.

"And you killed your own brother!"

"Who I killed was never my brother! Brothers don't abandon their sister when their parents are murdered!" Jenny shouted, shaking with an uncertain emotion. She wasn't crying at all, but she wanted to. She wanted to show Nate that he had hurt her more than she hurt him.

"You knew you could have saved me. You could have exorcised the demon out of me! You're supposed to help people! Why didn't you help me?!" Jenny fell quiet.

"I'm sorry." She finally spoke after a moment. Nate backhanded Jenny and she collapsed next to her bed, holding her cheek.

"Stop saying you're sorry!"

"Nate.... Please—" Nate slammed his boot into Jenny's leg and she let out a loud yell of pain. "I didn't... I didn't know." Jenny grunted as she tried to lift herself up. Nate knocked her down again.

"No... You just attacked. Did you ever think your brother was in here? No. You just charged in, slashing and burning. You think you're some kind of hero?l for doing that?" Nate grabbed Jenny by her arm and lifted her up in one quick movement.

"I don't." She admitted in a cold voice, staring up at her brother in an attempt to look less afraid.

"Did you feel like a hero when you sent yourself to Hell over Dean Winchester?"

"No." She answered. Nate hummed. She glanced to the hand that was clenching her shirt, noticing a brand before looking back up at him.

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be ridden for years by pure evil... And no one cares where you went?" Nate asked. Jenny sucked in a sharp breath through her nose and stayed quiet. "I used to hope that you and Bobby would find me. Now I see that you care more about two men that put your life in danger are more important to you than your own brother."

Nate shoved Jenny into her night stand and she once again fell to the ground. "What did they teach you in Hell, Jenny? That you're actually weak and not a strong Hunter like everyone says you were?" Nate raised his hands out.

Jenny stayed quiet as she stared down at the ground, hair covering her face. "You were strong enough to kill your own brother but you can't do it again?!"

Jenny slowly stood up with a blank expression on her face. She looked at Nate, then glanced to her gun on the ground. "Do you want to die a Price or have the legacy of the Winchester's?"

Jenny looked back to Nate. "Why not both?" Jenny charged at Nate and he had done the same. Despite the small amount of room they had, Jenny was able to drop down and slide out of Nate's way, grabbing her gun and slid onto her knees. She turned back around as Nate did, and he laughed at her.

"Bullets don't work on me, Jenny. I thought you were a good Hunter?"

"Oh, these aren't normal bullets." She said while cocking her gun. "They have iron in them."

Nate's eyes widened as Jenny pulled the trigger, shooting him square in the forehead and he disappeared in an instant.

Jenny paused for a moment, eyes widening in pure shock. Bobby, Sam and Dean had then rushed in, guns drawn.

"That. HOLY SHIT you guys just missed the coolest kill I've ever done. OH MY GOD. That was so cool. That was like... I don't even know who to reference but that was so cool." Jenny collapsed onto her bed, breathing heavily.