THEN

2 years ago

In a '57 pick up truck, Jenny blasted down the road listening to Motley Crüe, her thumbs hitting the steering wheel on the beat, waving her head around.

"Girls, girls, girls." She sang loudly, waving her shoulders. A car drove past her, the man behind the wheel giving her an odd look.

Jenny grabbed her coke bottle, taking a drink of it before turning down the radio, still humming. Her phone rang, answering it quickly. "Bobby! Hey, what's up?"

"Listen, Jenny... I got word that a couple of other Hunters already got to the case. They seem to be handling it." Jenny frowned in disappointment before she shrugged.

"Oh well. I got another case while I made a pit stop. Montana. I was heading there anyway since it sounded like a vamp nest and well— You know I enjoy vampire kills. I'm almost in the town, I'll call you later!" Bobby made a noise of disapproval before sighing.

"Alright. Be safe." Jenny hummed before hanging up the phone, tossing it in the passenger seat just as she entered the town.

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NOW

Jenny and Dean were passed out on opposite beds facing each other, the girl's hand gripping the gun under her pillow in her sleep, as if her body was still completely alert and wide awake.

The motel door jiggled for a moment, and Jenny's eyes shot open, whipping the gun out of her hand and aiming it at the door. It unlocked and Sam peeked his head in, knowing that either her or Dean would have taken his head off. Jenny sighed in relief, setting her weapon down.

"I got breakfast." Dean shot up with his gun in his hand, waving it around before Sam walked in, holding cups of coffee and pastries.

"Morning, sunshine." Sam joked to Dean, setting the food and drinks down. "Glad to know both of your reflexes are still good."

"Yeah, well, when everyone you ever meets tries to attack you at least once, you learn a think or two." Jenny yawned and stood up, leaning back to stretch. Her back cracked slightly and she let out an exasperated sigh, walking to the table.

"What time is it?" Dean said in a raspy morning voice, groaning as he stood up. Sam looked down at his watch.

"5:45." Jenny paused mid-bite with wide eyes, looking up at Sam.

"In the morning?!" The two asked as Sam nodded. Jenny dropped her pastry in annoyance, leaning back.

"I only got thirty minutes of sleep!" She complained as Sam chuckled.

"Did you get any sleep?" Dean asked his brother as Sam shrugged.

"Yeah I grabbed a few hours." He lied as Jenny frowned at him, shoving the pastry in her mouth.

"lifar." She said as Sam and Dean turned to her, seeing her mouth as wide as a chipmunks.

"Did you just... shove that whole pastry in your mouth?" Dean quirked a brow as Jenny nodded, smiling oddly as she washed it down with her coffee.

"Anyways... When was the last time either of you got a good nights sleep?" Jenny paused and looked at Sam, who looked at Jenny.

"I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal."
"2 years."

"WHAT?" Sam and Dean yelled as Jenny choked on he pastry. Waving her hand.

"It's fine. I get like eight hours of sleep a week max. It's fine." Dean gave her a guilty look, and Jenny frowned. "What?"

"You haven't slept well since we started working together?"

"We're always on cases, Dean. I don't mind, really." She chuckled, sipping her coffee as Sam sighed, sitting down.

Dean's phone rang, reaching for it and answered the phone. "Who is it? Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?" Jenny's head snapped to Dean, eyes wide as she remembered exactly what case he was talking about. It had been the second case they worked on together.

Dean frowned in confusion, looking over at his brother and Jenny. "What is it?" Silence. Dean hung up the phone.

"Guess where we're going." Dean asked as Jenny smiled playfully.

"A pet store?" She grinned as Dean frowned at her in disappointment. "It's better than Poltergeist Pennsylvania." She muttered her complaint, drinking her coffee.

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"Jennifer? No way I didn't think you'd still be stuck with Dean after this." Jenny smiled at Jerry, her hands shoved deep into her pockets as she, Dean and Sam walked up to the man.

"Good to see you, too, Jerry." She hummed, Jerry looking at Dean.

"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean, Jennifer and your dad really helped me out." Jerry said to Sam, who smiled.

"Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?

"Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie." A man said as he walked past the three, Jerry waving him away.

"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking. Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart." Jerry explained as Jenny recalled the memory and broken wrist she got after. Her wrist still cramps up sometimes. "Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?" Jerry looked at Sam, who nodded.

"Yeah, I was. I'm—taking some time off." Sam explained, the three walking through an airplane garage.

"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Jerry laughed at the memory, and shook his head.

"He did?" Sam furrowed his brows in confusion as Jerry nodded.

"Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?" Dean and Jenny paused, looking at one another.

"He's uh— wrapped up in a job right now." Dean said as Jerry nodded in understanding.

"Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh?" Jerry joked as Jenny and Dean cackled, Sam rolling his eyes

"No, not by a long shot." Sam spoke, and Jerry shrugged again, leading them to an office

"I got something I want you guys to hear." He opened the office door, walking in and grabbed a CD from the desk, putting it in the player.

"Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours." Jerry clicked Play, the recording whirred for a moment.

"Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britania 2485—immediate instruction help! United Britanis 2485, I copy your message—May be experiencing some mechanical failure" The recording stopped abruptly as whooshing frowned out the man, Jenny leaning forward in hopes to hear something.

"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault." Jerry explained as his voice broke, and Jenny gave him a soft reassuring smile.

"Hey Jerry uh— Is it possible for us to look at the wreckage? Maybe see if there's anything ah... Supernatural?" Jenny asked as Jerry sighed.

"The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage...fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance." Jenny nodded in understanding, looking at Dean, who was frowning.

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Jenny and Sam waited outside of a Copy Jack, the girls foot tapping on the cement rhythmically, looking around with a soft glare. Sam's foot reached over and tapped hers, making her foot pause.

"Sorry." She mumbled awkwardly, pulling out her phone. Sam's eyes flickered over to her screen, looking at her contacts.

Dean, Sam, Bobby and John's names were all at the top of her contacts with a star next to them, followed by past friends from cases. Dates were on the opposite side of their names, John and Bobby's being the most recent.

Sam frowned in confusion at why Jenny was still attempting to contact John, knowing he probably didn't have his cellphone on him. She left her contacts, about to open Tetris when Dean walked back out, whipping out three badges.

"Homeland Security?" Sam asked as Dean grinned and nodded. Jenny's eyes widened as she snatched her badge, looking at them.

"Oh we're definitely gonna spend a few years in jail for these." She muttered as Dean waved off her worry.

"She's right, Dean. This is pretty illegal, even for us." Sam gave his brother a worried glance, and Dean scoffed.

"Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." Dean nudged him as he took the badge from Jenny, who then pouted.

The three got in the car, Jenny sitting in the back and leaned forward, her head sticking between Dean and Sam. " So what'd you two find?" Dean asked as he revved up the impala, driving off.

"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." Sam said as he pulled out his phone. "Listen." Sam pressed play.

"No survivors!" An eerily raspy voice seethed before the recording stopped.

"No survivors?" Dean frowned as Jenny nodded. "What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors."

"I can bet you guys money that the seven crash survivors will be next." She outstretched her hand as the boys gave her a look, and she shrugged.

"So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?" Dean asked as Sam cleared his throat, shrugging.

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers." He explained as Jenny nodded.

"Spirit Airlines." She grinned, the boys looked at her again. "What? Would you rather I had said Flying Dutchman?" She leaned back in her seat as Dean tried to keep a straight face, rubbing his hand over his mouth and shook his head.

"Or remember flight 401?" Sam asked as he turned to his brother, who nodded.

"Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights." Dean recalled as Jenny stayed quiet, thinking with a furrowed brow.

"All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?" Dean turned to Sam, who cleared his throat.

"Third on the list: Max Jaffey."

"Why him?" Dean asked with a tilt of his head.

"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did."

"What makes you say that?" Jenny asked, looking up at the two boys quizzically.

"Well, I spoke to his mother."

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Jenny, Sam and Dean walked towards the hospital, Jenny wearing a plain grey t-shirt covered by a plaid jacket. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing the healing scratch on her arm from Bill.

Dean frequently looked over at the girl, his eyes following onto the cut before frowning, and shook his head.

"It's healing fine, if that's what you're thinking." She spoke out of the blue as Dean looked at her.

"I know that." He replied as they entered the hospital garden. The trio walked up to Max, who was walking with a cane.

"Max Jaffey?" Jenny called out and the man whipped his head around, looking at Jenny, Sam and Dean as they pulled out a wallet, opening it to show him their fake Homeland Security badges.

"God, what is it?" He complained, walking away. The trio looked at one another before following him.

"We just need to ask you a few questions."

"I already talked to Homeland Security. I don't know what you guys want again." Max said with a scoff as Jenny sighed.

"We're very sorry to bother you again... But some new information rose up when we were at the crash site" Dean apologized as Max shook his head, staying quiet.

"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything... unusual?" Sam asked as Max paused, looking at them.

"What do you mean?"

"You know... Lights flickering. Strange noises... voices?" Jenny quirked a brow as she flipped her glasses onto her head, pushing her hair out of her face. Max stared at her for a moment, then shook his head.

"No— Nothing." The look on his face said otherwise, and Dean sighed.

"Me. Joffey—"

"Jaffey." Max snapped at Dean, who raised his brows.

"Jaffey. You checked yourself in here right?" Dean asked as Max hesitated to nod. "May I ask why?"

Max stayed silent, cleared his throat. "I was a little stressed. I-I survived a plane crash."

"Uh huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?" Dean shrugged, gesturing to the man in front of him.

"I don't— I don't want to talk about this anymore." Max started wobbling away, and Dean stopped him.

"See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what." Dean ordered as Max looked everywhere but at Dean. He met Jenny's eyes for a moment, who gave him a reassuring look.

"I was— I was delusional. I was... seeing things." Max stated as Jenny put her glasses over her eyes only to roll them.

"Seeing things." Dean and Jenny spoke in unison as Sam glared at them, looking back at Max.

"It's fine, Max... Just— Tell us what you thought you saw." Sam asked, the man looked away.

"There was...this—man. And, uh, he had these...eyes—these, uh...black eyes. And I saw him—or I thought I saw him..." Max shook his head in confusion as Jenny removed her sunglasses quickly

"What?" Dean and Jenny asked in unison as Max frowned at them.

"He opened the emergency exit. But that's...that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door." Max stated as Jenny looked at Dean and Sam.

"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?" Sam asked as Max scoffed.

"What, are you nuts?" Max looked between the three. "He was a passenger. He sat right next to me."

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Jenny had chosen to stay back at the motel to do research as Dean and Sam went to talk to the next survivor, her eyes flickering back and forth between the pages of her journal.

After what felt like an eternity of research, Jenny's phone rang, and she snatched it up, answering. "You guys find anything?" She asked, taking a bite of the sandwich she made herself.

"Jennifer." The woman inhaled sharply, choking on her sandwich before coughing it back up, her throat now burning.

"John?!"