Jenny turned into Bobby's driveway with a nervous, shaky look. Bobby's car was sitting in the driveway, looking as if it had been collecting dust. She assumed he hadn't left since she supposedly died.

Jenny slammed the truck door shut and looked around. Rumsfeld's chain was still hooked in the ground, despite the dog being dead for three or four years now, or missing. She turned to the house, which looked the same since she had left.

She hesitated to walk up to the door. She knew how paranoid Bobby was. She knew he'd slice her arm with a silver knife, waterboard her with Holy Water. Any proof he needed to make sure she wasn't a monster. She already had everything ready in her pockets.

She stepped up the stairs, the floorboards creaking loudly as she approached the door. She didn't feel like she was at home. It felt like she was walking up to someplace familiar, yes. But she forgot what home had felt like.

She slapped the door a few times, loudly, and waited. After a few seconds, the security door swung open, Jenny's brows raising at Bobby's beard, which had grown longer.

"Bobby." She said breathlessly, happy. She preferred it was Bobby she saw first rather than Sam or Dean. She still needed time to understand she was alive again. Maybe Bobby would remain calm.

"I... I don't..." Bobby shook his head in pure disbelief. Jenny stepped inside.

"I don't, either. But I'm here, Bobby." Jenny scoffed a small chuckle, quickly ducking as Bobby attempted to slice her with a knife. "Woah! Bobby hold on a second!"

Jenny grabbed Bobby's wrist and pinned it behind his back, shoving him away. Bobby went after her again, but Jenny used a chair to block him. "Bobby! It's me! It's Jennifer!"

"The hell you are!" Bobby shouted and Jenny held her arms up in defense.

"Bobby please! You have to believe that it's me! Look!" Jenny dug through her pockets and pulled out a small silver knife, cutting her arm. Bobby stared down at it quizzically. "No reaction to silver." She dropped the knife, pulling out a flask. She splashed it on her hand. "Holy water."

Bobby stayed quiet as he lowered his weapon, looking at Jenny, even more shocked. "It's me, Bobby." She repeated again, slowly pushing the chair out of the way.

"Jennifer?" Bobby finally spoke, and she nodded slowly. Bobby dropped his weapon in shock before pulling her into a tight hug. She felt him tremble as he tried to hold back tears of relief.

"Yeah... It's Jenny." She chuckled, hugging Bobby back.

They pulled apart, Bobby quickly noticing that she didn't have a scar on her neck. Jenny nodded. "Yeah... Yeah I noticed it, too."

"How did you bust out?" He asked. Jenny shrugged, shaking her head.

"I don't know." Jenny turned to the door. "I just woke up in a box. Thankfully you guys left me a lighter and—" As Jenny turned, she was splashed with cold water, flinching and shut her eyes. She spit out some of the water. "I already said I'm not a demon."

"Well, can't be too careful." Bobby mumbled. He gestured for Jenny to walk into the living room, and she sat down on a chair. "What do you remember?"

Jenny stayed quiet for a few moments, glancing up at Bobby. "Uh... Not much. I remember getting ripped apart... Then I woke up in the dark."

"It just don't make a lick of sense." Bobby frowned and Jenny nodded in agreement. "Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit—"

"I know. I'd be the new and improved Jason Vorhees." Jenny interrupted with a small smirk, shaking her head again. Bobby sat down. "I tried calling Sam and Dean but their phones aren't working. They... They aren't—"

"No. No uhm... Dean's been staying here." Bobby answered quickly before shrugging. "Sam's alive. As far as we know."

"As far as you know? He didn't listen to my note?" Jenny frowned, a tinge of anger rising up. "I told him to stay with you guys."

Bobby shook his head. "Jenny Bug? you gotta understand. You three have been together since Sam was still potty training. We've all changed."

"I know that, Bobby! I just hoped Sam would finally listen to me." Jenny huffed, sinking in her chair. "Where's Dean?"

"He went out. I don't know when he'll be back..." They were quiet for a moment and Bobby wiped his face. "You hurt him, Jenny. You hurt him real bad."

Jenny stayed quiet, turning to the window. "I have never seen a man so broken. Not even John was this broken, from what Dean has told me. He hasn't taken care of himself in months. Hell, this is the first time he's gone out in weeks."

Jenny glanced back to Bobby with a heavy look of guilt. She hated what she had done. She hated that she left her boys to suffer like this. But she couldn't imagine a world without Dean.

"I messed up, didn't I?" She asked quietly, fidgeting with a string that was falling out of the chair. Bobby nodded after a minute.

"I can't lie to you, Jenny. You messed up really bad. You hurt us. But I think you hurt Dean beyond repair." Jenny nodded, sucking in a sharp breath.

"Does he hate me?"

"God, no. You could crash his car and he'd still love you. There's no breaking the kind of love Dean's got for you, Jenny Bug." Bobby couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Jenny's head suddenly snapped to the window at the sound of the Impala roaring up to the driveway. She stood up quickly, rushing to the window.

Dean stepped out of the Impala, carrying a box of beer and a plastic bag. He stopped to look at the truck, frowning in confusion. Jenny rushed back to the door. "Jennifer wait a minute—"

Jenny threw the front door open, Dean turning at the sudden noise. His breath hitched, eyes widening so much they were close to popping out of his skull.

Maybe his heart had stopped too at the sight of Jenny standing in the doorway. He was quite a distance away, but he could recognize her in a crowd full of people. It was like he could smell her from right where he stood.

The box of beer and bag slipped from his hands, a few of the bottles shattering. He stood there, frozen in shock as Bobby appeared in the doorway. That was already a clear sign for Dean.

That was Jennifer standing there. His Jen. She was alive.

Dean didn't know if he was about to cry or start beaming with excitement as Jenny sprinted at him with a giant smile. He started running at her. "Jennifer?!"

Jenny jumped into Dean's arms, laughing through her tears as he hugged her so tightly. She was so scared it was a dream. A dream that felt so real.

Dean inhaled sharply, taking in her scent. She smelled more like dirt now, but she still smelled so familiar. She was back with him.

"I don't understand. How are you—?"

"I don't know." Jenny answered as they still held each other. "But I'm here, Dean. I'm here." She ran a hand through his hair, stepping back to look at his face. He looked so tired, and his eyes were red and puffy. "I'm here."

"You're alive." He said breathlessly. Dean grabbed Jenny's face and pulled her into a long overdue kiss, Jenny draping her arms around his neck. There was a smile on Dean's lips. A smile of disbelief. He was still afraid to let her go.

Would she leave him again if he did?