Dean sighed quietly as he hung up his phone, shaking his head. "Voicemail?" Sam assumed as he walked back into the motel room, dropping an open bag full of weapons on his bed.

"Jesus we aren't going into a damn war." Jenny commented, staring at the bag. She sat down next to Dean at the table, who started to take apart his gun.

"I ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that I could think of, exorcism rituals from about a half dozen religions. I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything." Sam said as he joined them at the table. The three started to clean their guns in silence, the metal clicking together being the only thing to hear.

After a while, they all had their guns ready. "Big night." Dean spoke, packing his bag next to Jenny.

"Yeah." Sam answered quietly. "You guys nervous?"

Jenny hummed in amusement and shook her head. "No. Why, are you?" Dean turned to his brother, who mimicked Jenny.

"God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?" Sam smiled at the thought as Jenny nodded.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?" Dean mumbled, and Jenny looked to him.

"What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school—be a person again." Sam scoffed, sitting down.

"Well. I think I'd like to sip a margarita in the Bahamas after all of this." Jenny joked. Dean paused for a moment and turned to her, frowning.

"You wanna go back to school?" Dean frowned. Sam shrugged, nodding. Dean turned to Jenny. "A margarita in the Bahamas?"

"Yep! Feet in the sand. I would love to get a tan for once." Sam nodded in agreement, still smiling.

"Yeah, once we're done huntin' the thing." Dean looked away for a moment and hummed. "Why, is there somethin' wrong with that?"

"No. No, it's, uh, great. Good for you guys." Dean shook his head, smiling forcefully.

"I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?" Sam asked, zipping up his bag.

"It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt." Dean spoke harshly, Jenny and Sam looking at one another in confusion.

"But there's got to be somethin' that you want for yourself—"

"Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam." Dean commented, walking over to the dresser. "And I don't want you leaving either." He continued, looking to Jenny.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Dean fell silent for a moment.

"Why do you think I drag you and Jen everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think we came and got you at Stanford in the first place?"

"'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom." Sam argued, waving his hands around.

"Yes, that, but it's more than that, man." Dean walked back over to his bag, moving it to the table and fell silent for a moment again. "You and me and Jen and Dad—" Jenny turned to the two brothers, eyes glossy. "I mean, I want us....I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again."

"Dean, we are a family. You. Me. Jenny." Sam glanced at Jenny, who looked away quickly. "I'd do anything for you guys. But things will never be the way they were before."

"Could be." Dean whispered sadly, looking away.

"I don't want them to be!" Sam raised his voice. "I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way. Let me live a normal life." Sam looked over to Jenny, who started to shove her things in her bag a little more aggressively, zipping it up.

"I always wondered what a normal life was like." Jenny commented, grabbing the Winchester brothers' attentions. "Going to college. Living in those freaky suburban neighborhoods. Having a 9-5 and coming home to my kids."

Dean's eyes widened, looking over at his brother then back to Jenny. She shrugged. "But I know that I'll never have one. These monsters—" She paused, shaking her head. "They'll always be around. And someone has to take care of them."

"So... That whole Bahamas thing—" Dean cut himself off.

"It would be nice. But we live this life to keep people safe. And... Even if I die doing what I think it's right... That's better than living a normal— apple pie life." Sam had fallen quiet, his small hope that Jenny would maybe join him in the normal world being crushed by her small speech. She turned to Sam.

"You can try all you want, Sam. Honestly. I would love to live a normal life with you guys. A picture-perfect world where demons, and vampires and everything in between didn't exist.. But we just can't." Jenny grabbed her bag, walking out of the motel.

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The drive to the warehouse was quiet. Awkward, to say the least. But once they had gotten there and climbed up that ladder, hearing Meg chant those ancient words, they had forgotten about it.

Mostly.

"Guys." Sam, Dean and Jenny all looked at one another, stunned. "Hiding's a little bit childish, don't you think?"

"Well, that didn't work out like I planned." Dean mumbled, and Meg turned to face them.

"Why don't you come out?" The hunting trio came out from behind the crates. "Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship."

"Yeah, tell me about it." He scoffed, shaking his head.

"So, where's your little Daeva friend?" Dean asked, looking around.

"Around. You know, that shotgun's not gonna do much good."

"Oh, don't worry. The shotgun's not for the demon." Jenny raised her shotgun up to Meg, who smirked.

"So, who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?"

"You." She answered, Jenny's eyes widening partially as she felt an eerie sensation form in her gut. She turned around, just in time to see the shadow demon that had formed on the wall, before getting thrown into a wall.

Dean was then thrown into the crates as the demon scratched Sam's face. Jenny slammed into the ground with a hard thud, unconscious.

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When Jenny had finally woken up, she, Sam and Dean were tied to separate posts. Jenny was quick to try and wiggle free, the rope around her wrists rubbing against her skin uncomfortably.

Jenny looked to Dean, who was grimacing as Meh had kissed Sam's neck. Jenny started to wiggle her arm, trying to get the knife hiding underneath her flannel out of its hold. She grunts softly as it sliced her finger, meg turning to look at her.

The. linden woman stood up slowly, stalking towards her. Jenny wriggled again, attempting to cut her rope as fast as she could and failed. Meg kicked her hands, knocking the knife out as Jenny groaned in pain.

"Now, were you just trying to distract me while your little friend cuts free?" She asked, turning to Sam and Dean and walked back towards the younger Winchester.

"No. No. That's because we have knives of our own." Sam cut free of his ropes, grabbing Meg by the shoulders and groaned in pain as Meg fell to the floor. Dean was next, standing up quickly as Jenny ran her rope up and down the pole, still trying to cut free.

"Sam! Get the altar." Dean ordered, running over to Jenny and helping her get free.

After Sam had overturned the altar, Jenny's eyes widened as the shadow demon grabbed Meg by the ankles, dragging her across the room. "No! No!" Meg screamed before crashing through a window. Jenny ripped the ropes off of her wrists in time to hear a loud thunk.

After the three had shared a relieved look, they all slowly walked over to the shattered window and looked down. "Oh boy." Jenny mumbled, staring down at Meg's body, broken in all the wrong places. Blood was looking around her head.

"So, I guess the Daevas didn't like being bossed around." Sam suggested

"Yeah, I guess not. Hey, Sam?" Dean spoke, turning to his little brother, who hummed.

"Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets-o'-crazy, huh?"