"You did it again, didn't you?" Bobby asked Dean as they had gotten back inside.

"No! God, Bobby I didn't sell my soul again." Dean snapped, his hand tightly holding Jenny's. The three walked into the living room, sitting down again.

"Well... If you didn't sell your soul... Could Sam have done it?" Jenny asked, looking at Bobby and Dean. The two shared a look before shaking their heads. "Well then... Whatever got me back was bad."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked quickly, turning to Jenny.

"You should have seen my grave. It was like a meteor struck it. I mean... The trees were all knocked down in a perfect circle." Jenny shook her head in disbelief, looking back towards the window in thought. "And when I got to the gas station, there was this weird, loud ringing. And then I found this."

Jenny lifted her shirt sleeve to reveal the large handprint burned into her arm. Dean's eyes widened and Bobby stood up quickly.

"What in the hell—" Bobby mumbled and Jenny put the sleeve back down.

"I think someone... Something dragged me out of hell." Jenny corrected herself. She shook her head again. She looked around at all the empty beer bottles lying next to one of Bobby's chairs. "I see someone has been partying without me."

Dean looked to the chair, staying quiet. "So... You two still know how to track people? I think I should tell Sam the good news."

———

Jenny, Dean and Bobby walked through the dingy hallway of the Astoria Motel in Pontiac, Illinois, glancing around at the strange choice in colors. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think this is where people come to have a lot of sex." Jenny commented, running a hand on the wall. She grimaced when dirt was lifted into her finger. "Or to get tetanus."

"207. This is it." Dean said as they walked up to a door. Jenny looked to him nervously, not knowing what to expect. She was probing expecting Sam's hair to be even longer, or a beard maybe. Potbelly from lack of healthy food or maybe he was ripped as shit from trying to get his revenge.

Jenny raised her hand and knocked in the door loudly. A young woman with dark hair and wearing only a tank top and underwear opened the door. Jenny's brows rose.

"Where is it?" The woman asked. Bobby, Jenny and Dean shared a look.

"The uh..." Jenny trailed off.

"The pizza that apparently takes two guys and a girl to deliver?" Dean pressed his lips together awkwardly, turning to Jenny.

"I think you got the wrong room, Jen."

"I don't get things wrong. This is supposed to be—" Jenny stopped herself as Sam appeared, looking at the young woman rather than the people in the doorway.

"Hey is—" Sam's eyes met Jenny's first, a lump quickly forming in his throat as his eyes widened in shock. His eyes flicked between Jenny and Dean's, then to Bobby.

"Hey, Samurai." Jenny smiled, stepping into the room. "Thanks for not answering my calls, by the way. It's not like you didn't— HOLY—!" Jenny ducked as Sam lunged at her, Dean grabbing his brother and pinning him to the wall.

"Knock it off, Sam! It's Jen!" Dean shouted as his brother struggled against the force. Dean let his brother go, standing in front of Jenny protectively.

"As I was saying." Jenny fixed her shirt. "It's not like you didn't get this to happen." Sam turned back around, staring at Jenny in confusion.

"I don't understand. How are you... I mean you've..." Sam couldn't process his words. Just a few days ago, he was standing at her grave. Jenny was dead. How was she standing in front of him?

"Yeah. Time flies doesn't it?" Jenny smiled as Sam took a cautious step forward, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

Sam pulled Jenny into a desperate hug, clutching her tightly as he tried to hold back his cries of relief. Jenny hugged him back just as tight, still smiling.

"So... Are you two like... Together?" The woman asked Sam and Jenny, who pulled apart.

"No. No she's... uhm—" Sam looked between Dean and Jenny. Jenny's brows rose and she made a strange noise, turning around to face Dean. She rummaged through her pocket,
pulling out his ring. "My brothers fiancé."

Dean stared at the ring in Jenny's hand for a long time. He had completely forgotten about it. Sure, he remembered that they were engaged, and she had gotten him a ring, but after having abandoned it for so long it became a distant memory. He took it cautiously, slipping it back into his finger and Jenny smiled in relief.

"Good to know you'll still say yes." Jenny said softly. Dean smiled as the other woman in the room nodded oddly.

"Right... Yeah I'm just gonna go."

———

Sam, now wearing a white button down, shut the door behind the woman, turning back around to see Dean, Jenny and Bobby all had their arms crossed.

"So, Samster. What'd it cost?" Jenny started as Sam scoffed, shaking his head.

"I don't pay." Sam walked up to the three and sat down on a chair, who all had a bitchface. "What?"

"That's not funny, Sam." Dean snapped. Sam frowned in confusions

"To bring me back. What'd it cost?" Jenny repeated, dropping her arms to her sides. "Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?"

"You think I made a deal?"

"That's exactly what we think." Bobby shrugged and Sam shook his head.

"Well, I didn't." Sam rolled his eyes as Jenny stepped forward.

"Don't you fucking lie to me, Sam. You already broke my promise!" Jenny snapped.

"I never agreed to it, Jenny! You died so I couldn't have promised you anything! And I'm not lying!" Sam argued and Jenny glared at him intensely.

"So, what? Now I'm free from an eternity of Hell and now it's your turn? You become some demon's bitch so I can breathe fresh air? This isn't how I wanted to be saved, Sam!" Jenny advanced and Sam stood up, glaring down at her. She didn't back away.

"Look, Jenny, I wish I had done it, all right?" Sam argued and Jenny snapped, grabbing Sam's shirt and throwing him onto the couch he was just on.

"There's no other way I could have gotten out of Hell without a scratch on me, Sam! Tell us the truth!"

"I tried everything! That's the truth! I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Jenny, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Jenny, I'm sorry." Jenny took in a deep breath, turning away and leaned against the kitchen table. She swiped a hand over her face, thinking.

"It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, we believe you." Dean said quietly, turning to Jenny. "Right, Jen?"

She nodded. Bobby cleared his throat. "Don't get me wrong, I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question."

"Yeah." Jenny sniffed loudly, turning back around. "If he didn't pull me out, then what did?"