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"Time is valuable. For all the time we've lost by not being together, it has made you the most valuable thing to me." - Courtney Peppernell

Nathaniel Price had been running around America for the last decade trying to kill every werewolf he could find, hoping one day he'd find the one that killed his parents. He hadn't talked to his sweet little sister in so long, he hoped she thought he was dead.

His time with had been wasted away by his need for revenge. His longing for justice. He needed to spend what little time he had on this Earth fighting every monster he came across.

He thanked John Winchester for the things he was taught all those years ago. Though the two had spent only a few months together training, he had used a different name in the case that Jenny may one day come across the father of Sam and Dean.

Nathaniel knew what would happen if Jenny discovered John had met her brother. Her anger would boil up to the point she would punch anyone she saw. Split her knuckles on a brick wall so much you'd see the bones. Empty her gun on a tree or a pumpkin. She would be livid of such a secret.

But John knew. He knew it was Nathaniel Price. How could he not? He met the boy before Jenny was even a thought in her parents mind. And yet, he never told Jenny her brother was alive. Never told her he's the reason he's a Hunter. Or the reason Nathaniel finally tried to find his baby sister.

But he was too nervous. After over a decade of never speaking to her, he couldn't walk up to her at that bar, apologizing profusely for leaving her after their grandmother was killed. He couldn't pretend he had lost such a long time with her.

And to Jenny, she didn't even see him as a brother. Just another family member she had lost in the fire of her mind.

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NOW

Jenny threw a dart at the board, hitting it just off the bullseye as Sam waved her and Dean over. The two sighed quietly, joining the young Winchester. "I think I found us a case."

"You always find a case." Jenny commented, plopping down in her seat. "What is it this time? Another Wendigo? Oh! Or are we finally going to kill a fairy? You know, I've always wondered what fairies look like—"

"No. Not fairies." Jenny's smile dropped, slumping slightly. "Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their own home, a few days ago. Throats were slit. There were no prints, no murder weapons, all windows and doors were locked from the inside."

"Ritual sacrifice? So are we thinking witches, then?" Jenny suggested as Sam shrugged.

"Maybe? but that wouldn't explain how they got inside." Sam said as Dean drank his beer.

"Could just be a garden variety murder you know, not our department." He sat down next to Jenny, who then drank her own beer.

"No. Dad says different." Sam shook his head as Dean frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Sam pulled out a map, pointing to a marked spot. "Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York. First one here in 1912, second one right here in 1945, and the third in 1970, the same M.O. as the Telescas. Their throats were slit, doors were locked from the inside. Now so much time had passed between murders that nobody checked the pattern, except Dad. He kept his eyes peeled for another one. "

"And now we got one. All right, I'm with ya. It's worth checking out." Dean scooted his chair closer to Jenny, who was fidgeting with her ring as she stared at a hooded man. "Jen?"

She turned to him quickly, raising her brows. "You alright?"

"What? Yeah. Yeah I'm okay." She reassured, glancing back over to see the hooded man had disappeared. She looked around quickly, frowning when she didn't spot him. "Alright. So, are we picking this thing up now or tomorrow?"

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Jenny and Dean were passed out in the Impala, Dean wearing sunglasses as Jenny used one of his flannels to cover her eyes. Sam knocked loudly on the drivers side window, startling the two awake. The young Winchester laughed and got into the driver's seat.

"Man, that is so not cool." Dean grumbled, taking his sunglasses off and checked himself in the sun visor mirror. He rubbed at his neck, bruised with a small hickey.

"I just swept the Telescas with EMF. It's clean. And last night, while you two were... well.. out..." Jenny hummed in amusement, stretching.

"Good times." Dean smirked, looking back at Jenny through the visor. "Hey. Your shirt is buttoned wrong." She looked down at her shirt, frowning.

"Dammit. I knew I did it wrong." She grumbled, fixing it quickly.

"Yeah. Anyways... I checked the history of the house. Nothing strange about the Telescas." Sam glanced between Jenny and Dean, shaking his head.

"All right, so if it's not the people and it's not the house, then maybe it's the contents. Cursed object or something." Dean suggested, flipping the sun visor up

"The house is clean." Sam repeated.

"Yeah I know, you said that." Dean griped, turning to his brother as Jenny flattened her shirt.

"No, I mean it's empty. No furniture, nothing."

"Where's all their stuff?"

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Jenny looked at the paintings in the auction house taking a long look at a strange family portrait before turning to see Dean shoving his face full of finger food. "Dude." She slapped her hands to her thighs, Dean slowly turning to her with his cheeks stretched like a chipmunk.

"What?" He muffled, looking at his brother, who grimaced. A man walked over to the three, smiling.

"Can I help you three?" He asked, Sam spinning around to the man. Dean looked the man up and down before stuffing his face full of more food.

"I'd like some champagne, please." He smiled with a posh accent, Jenny slapping him in the arm. "Hey!"

"He's not a waiter." Sam snapped, smiling apologetically to the man before stretching his hand out. "I'm Sam Connors." The man didn't shake his hand, Sam slowly going to point at Dean and Jenny. "This is my brother, Dean. And my sister, Jennifer. We're art dealers, with Connors Limited." Jenny raised her brows to the man, smiling.

"You're... Art dealers." The man repeated, and they nodded. "I'm Daniel Blake, this is my auction house. Now gentlemen this is a private showing, and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list.

"We're there chuckles, you just need to take another look." Dean commented, both Sam and Jenny shooting him a warning glare. A waiter passed by with drinks, and he chuckled, taking one. "Finally!"

dean turned back to Daniel, sniffed his glass before walking away. Jenny rolled her eyes and followed Dean. The three walked back up to the strange painting Jenny had stared at.

"A fine work of American Primitive, wouldn't you say?" The three turned around to see a young woman walk down the stairs, Sam staring for a little too long. Jenny nudged the young Winchester, who cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Well I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses. But you knew that, you just wanted to see if I did." He spoke, the woman walking towards them.

"Guilty. And clumsy. I apologize. I'm Sarah Blake."

"I'm Sam. My sister, Jennifer. And this is my...brother, Dean." Dean went back to stuffing his face full of food from passing waiters, smiling at the woman.

"Dean. Can we get you some more mini-quiche?" Sam smiled sarcastically, his brother glaring at him.

"I'm good, thanks." Dean spike through his mouthful of food, Jenny shaking her head.

"So, can I help you with something?"

"Yeah, actually. What can you tell us about the Telesca estate?" Sam mentioned as Sarah sucked in a sharp breath.

"The whole thing's pretty grisly if you ask me, selling your things this soon. But Dad's right about one thing, sensationalism brings out the crowds. Even the rich ones."

"Is it possible to see the provenances?" Sam asked. Sarah opened her mouth to speak.

"I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that." The three Hunters turned around as Daniel walked up behind them.

"Why not?" Jenny frowned at Daniel as he walked towards them.

"You're not in the list. I think it's time you all leave." Jenny glanced nervously to Dean, who put on his posh voice again.

"Well we don't have to be told twice."

"Apparently you do."

"Okay. It's all right. We don't want any trouble. We'll go." Sam smiled awkwardly, the three walking away.

"Well. That went well." Jenny grumbled, walking out of the building with Sam and Dean, who sighed in agreement.

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Sam, Dean and Jenny all approached a motel room, Jenny staring at the keys with an odd look. "You said this was the cheapest one you could find?" She turned to Dean, who nodded. "Even though we have fraudulent credit cards and could literally go anywhere with them?" The two brothers paused for a moment before shrugging.

Jenny sighed, inserting the keys into the motel room door. She opened it up, eyes widening in shock. The Do Not Disturb sign for the door was in a silver outline of John Travolta from Saturday Night Fever, while the rest of the room gave a sickening 70s feeling. The three Hunters looked from one side of the room to the other.

"This place makes me want to puke disco cubes." Jenny spoke, Dean slowly nodding in agreement. "Also. There's only one bed." She pointed out, gesturing to the very large, very orange bed.

"Right." Dean clicked his tongue, pulling out another key, slapping it into Sam's hand. His brothers brows raised, looking to the older Winchester. "Thought you'd appreciate to have your own room for a change. Especially since you'll be asking Sarah to dinner." Sam glanced between Jenny and Dean, nodding.

"Dinner? Why?" Dean's smile dropped.

"It wasn't Jen's ass she was checking out. Or mine." Dean deadpanned, Jenny slowly turning to face him.

"Right.. Uh well— you know pick ups have always kinda been your thing—" Dean forced the key into his little brother's hand.

"I'm not a single man, Sammy. This one is on you." Sam looked over to Jenny, who crossed her arms as he turned to her.

"You sure it can't just be..." Jenny raised her brows with a look that said "keep talking" in a threatening way. Sam closed his mouth. "Never mind." He quickly left the motel room, Jenny's hair blowing past her as the door slammed shut. She looked over to Dean with a knowing glance, a smirk on his face.

As Dean leaned forward to kiss Jenny, she smiled softly, backing up and pressed a finger to his lips. "Case."

Dean's eyes slowly opened in discontent, giving her a soft glare. "There are more important things than sex, Dean." He rolled his eyes and backed up, huffing. "Plus, Sammy needs help with his date."

Dean laughed, slapping his hands together.

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Jenny unloaded her gun, taking it apart as Dean sharpened his blade on a whetstone, occasionally glancing over to Jenny. He then turned to Sam, pressing his lips together.

"So... She just handed the providences over to you?" Dean asked, Sam and Jenny looking at him.

"Provenances." They corrected him for the second time, Dean shrugging. Sam sighed. "Yes. We went back to her place, J got a copy of the papers..." He trailed off, Dean raising his brows.

"And?"

"And nothing. I left." Jenny dropped the handle of her gun, laying it next to the other pieces as she looked at Dean.

"You left? Bull shit."

"It's not bull. Would you two get your minds out of the gutter?" Sam complained as Dean and Jenny glanced at one another.

"You know when this whole thing's done, we could stick around for a little bit." Dean laughed, dropping the whetstone down. Sam and Jenny frowned.

"Why?" The younger Winchester asked, still looking through a stack of papers.

"So you could take her out again. It's obvious you're into her, even I could see that." Jenny's phone startled the three when it rang, quickly grabbing it and flipped it open.

"Sorry guys. I'll be back in a sec." She shut the motel door behind her, pressing her phone to her ear. "Bobby, hey."

"Jesus Christ, Jennifer would it kill you to call back after getting kidnapped by a bunch of hillbillies?" Bobby snapped, Jenny's eyes widening.

"Right uh... Sorry, Bobby. Kinda forgot. A lots been happening that I haven't filled you in on." Jenny scratched the back of her neck, turning to the window looking inside her motel room. Sam and a dean were staring at her, quickly ducking back inside when she spotted them.

"But you're okay now, right?" There was a long silence. "Jenny?"

"Uhm... Actually, no." she walked further away from the door, hoping Dean or Sam wouldn't hear her. "I think Nate is alive."

"Nathaniel? What, you don't hear from him in a decade and suddenly—"

"A few weeks ago. I saw him. I think he's been following us for a while." She leaned against the Impala, shoving her free hand in the pocket of her overalls.

"Jenny. Your brother isn't alive. I read that letter with you. And if he is, he sure ain't your brother."

She scoffed, nodding. "Yeah, you're telling me." She squinted, turning to the trees and looked around. "I gotta go. Dean, Sam and I found a new case. I promise I'll see you soon."

"Just don't forget to check in every once in a while. You know I'm a paranoid bastard." Jenny hummed in amusement.

"Yeah, I'm fully aware. I'll talk to you soon, Bobby."

so i "finished" supernatural (i refuse to watch 18-20 bc i don't feel like crying) and i just started it about an hour ago. Already on episode 2 so let's see if I can finish this book before I finish season 1 again.