Jenny sat sleeping between Sam and Dean in the Impala, head against the back seat, snoring quietly. Sam had also been knocked out.

Dean sang quietly to Blue Öyster Cult, opening the glove compartment in front of Sam and took out a spoon, eyes flickering between the road and Sam as an evil grin appeared on his face. He slowly stuffed the spoon into his brothers mouth, taking out his phone and snapping a picture. Jenny groaned quietly, resting her head in Dean's shoulder.

Dean paused for a minute and smiled, taking a picture of him and Jenny before dropping his phone, and turned up the radio.

"Fire...of unknown origins...took my baby away!" Dean sang loudly, causing Sam and Jenny to jerk up, eyes wide.

Sam spat out the spoon, flailing his hands and turned to Dean angrily as his brother cackled. "Ha ha. Very funny." Sam grumbled as Jenny rubbed her eyes in exhaustion, yawning.

"Sorry, not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own.

"Man we're not kids anymore, Dean. We're not going to start that crap up again."

"Start what up?" Jenny asked, voice groggy and low. She looked between the two, Sam rolling his eyes.

"That prank stuff. It's stupid, and it always escalates."

"Aw, what's the matter Sammy, scared you're going to get a little Nair and bleach in your shampoo again huh?" Dean asked as Jenny chuckled, recalling the memory of Sam running out of the bathroom with half a head of hair

"Ah, I remember that. Uncle Sam." Sam nudged Jenny, who snickered.

"Just remember. You started it." He pointed to Dean, who shrugged

"Ah ha, bring it on baldy."

"Does this mean I'm apart of it, too?" Jenny asked with raised brows. Sam and Dean shared a look before nodding. "Oh, you boys better sleep with in eye open." She clicked her tongue with a grin.

"Where are we anyway?" Sam looked around, changing the subject.

"A few hours outside of Richardson. Gimme the lowdown again?" Dean said as Sam sighed quietly, grabbing the newspaper by his feet.

"All right, about a month or two ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house."

"Haunted by what?" Dean questioned and his brother shrugged.

"Apparently, a pretty misogynistic spirit. Legend goes, it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters. Anyway this group of kids see this dead girl hanging in the cellar."

"Anybody ID the corpse?"

"Well, that's the thing. By the time the cops got there the body was gone. So cops are saying the kids were just yanking chains." Jenny hummed in suspicion.

"I've heard a lot about teens pulling the cops' legs a lot. Maybe it's just another prank?" Jenny assumed. Sam sighed again.

"Maybe, but I read a couple of the kids firsthand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere."

"Where'd you read these accounts?" Dean asked, Sam clearly his throat in embarrassment.

"Well, I— uh— I knew we were going to be passing through Texas. So, umm, last night, I surfed some local..." Sam paused for a moment before speaking quickly. "paranormal websites. And I found one."

Jenny and Dean shared a look before smirking. "And what's it called?" Dean grinned. Sam fell silent again

"HellHoundsLair.com"  Jenny burst into laughter, shaking her head.

"Lemme guess, streaming live out of Mom's basement." Dean asked through a fit of laughter, Sam smiling in small amusement.

"Yeah. Most of those websites wouldn't know a ghost if it bit 'em in the persqueeter." Jenny frowned in confusion at Dean's choice of words.

"pers—what?"

"Look. We let Dad take off. Which was a mistake, by the way." Sam pointed to Dean and Jenny, who shrugged. "And now we don't know where the hell he is, so meantime we gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There's no harm checking this thing out."

"All right. So where do we find these kids?" Dean looked over Sam's shoulder to his computer, Jenny taking a sip of her soda.

"Same place you always find kids in a town like this."

"Attempting to sneak into a strip club?" Jenny raised her brows in question, Sam and Dean slowly turning to her. "What? I'd do it if I was a horny 16-year old."

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Jenny zipped up her jacket as she slammed the car door shut, looking around at the dark bar. "This should be entertaining." She commented as Sam looked down at her with a soft frown.

"Yeah. I'm sure these kids had a kick out of it." Dean replied as he walked around to her side, looking at a man sitting alone at a table. "Let's go."

After a few moments of introducing one another, Jenny, Dean and Sam sat down across from the man, who looked between the three frantically

"So. What did you see?" Jenny asked as she crossed her legs, smiling softly.

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The Hunting trio walked out of the bar, all blowing out in exhaustion. "Well. That was a whole pile of nothing." Jenny complained, looking down at her empty beer bottle before tossing it in the trash. "And a load of shit."

"So this Craig guy. You got his address, right?" Dean started, looking to see Jenny fumble through her pocket and pull out a napkin.

"No. But that one lady did give me the place where he works. I uh—I don't write the best in things that move and rip easily but— there you go." She handed the napkin to Dean, who shrugged, walking to the car.

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Sam and Dean stood in front of a counter in a music shop as Jenny walked along the wall, looking up and down at the assortment of old tapes.

"I thought this was a music shop." Jenny mumbled, grabbing a VHS of The Exorcist and pointed it to Craig.

"Oh uh— It is. But we occasionally sell movies. Helps the business, ya know?" He laughed as Jenny nodded, faking a smile before putting the VHS back in the rack. She whistled quietly, moving to another wall. "So... What is it you guys are here for?"

"Right. We're reporters for Dallas Morning News. I'm Dean. This is Sam and that's Jennifer over there." Dean gestured to Jenny, who waved, still looking at the wall.

"No way! Well, I'm a writer, too. I write for my schools lit magazine." Craig grinned, Sam and Dean returning the gesture. Jenny grabbed a Kansas CD, smirking softly.

"At least you got the good music." She mumbled, turning back to the three before putting the CD back.

"Why don't you tell us the story?" Sam asked as Jenny walked back over. Craig looked visibly uncomfortable for a moment, clearing his throat.

"Well, supposedly back in the '30s this farmer, Mordachai Murdock, used to live in this house with his six daughters. It was during the Depression, his crops were failing, he didn't have enough money to feed his own children. So I guess that's when he went off the deep end."

"Aha. Murdock. Like Matt Murdock." Jenny pointed out with a small grin, Sam and Dean looking at her in confusion. "DareDevil? Oh, come on." She rolled her eyes as Craig looked between Sam and Dean.

"Have you never read a comic?" Craig frowned as the two brothers shot him a glare.

"When you said deep end... What do you mean?" Sam asked, changing the subject.

"Well, he figured it was best if his girls died quick, rather than starve to death. So he attacked them. They screamed, begged for him to stop but he just strung 'em up, one after the other. And when he was all finished he just turned around and hung himself. Now they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl that goes inside."

"Dark." Jenny mumbled. Craig nodded in agreement.

"Where'd you hear all this?" Dean asked, raising his brows.

"My cousin Dana told me. I don't know where she heard it from. Ya gotta realize, I didn't— I didn't believe this for a second."

"But now you do." Jenny mumbled. Craig looked at the counter and nodded.

"I don't know what the hell to think, man. You guys, I— I'll tell you exactly what I told the police, ok? That girl was real. And she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don't wanna go anywhere near that house ever again, ok?" Craig stated firmly as Jenny nodded.

"Understandable. Thanks." The trio walked out, Sam nudging Jenny. "Hey! What was that for?"

"Since when have you ever read a Marvel comic?"

"Damn, if I knew you read sob stories and not comics.." Jenny grumbled, looking over at Dean. "Honestly, I'm more surprised you didn't know who I was talking about. We watched that Daredevil movie when it came out!"

"No. We didn't." Dean mumbled as Jenny scoffed.

"You wanted to watch it because you wanted to see Jennifer Garner in leather." Dean shot Jenny a glare as Sam chuckled in amusement.

"Sue me for wanting to have some scenarios to go to sleep to." Dean complained as Jenny raised her hands in defense.

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After spending a night at a very cheap, very dusty motel, the trio had once again hit the road, and they were now staring up at the Murdock's old home.

"I imagined it'd be more... You know... Brickier." Jenny pressed her lips together at the worn down home. The paint was peeling off of the cracked wood, and the door was barely holding onto the hinges.

"And I imagined I'd be back at the motel... Still sleeping." Dean commented, pulling out his EMF as Sam walked away, disappearing by the house. Dean turned in the reader, which started going off.

"Hey, maybe after this. We could get some leather. Or velvet." Jenny joked as Dean's brows raised, slowly looking over to her. She hummed, shrugging. "I think you'd look pretty good in velvet."

Dean's look dropped and Jenny smiled, gesturing to the EMF. "You think it's the power lines?" She asked, Dean looking down at the reader as Sam came back.

"You got something?" He questioned, and Dean shook his head.

"Yeah... EMFs no good." Dean slapped it against his hand, tapping it.

"Power lines might be interfering with it." Jenny stated the obvious before starting to walk to the porch.

"Yo—Woah slow down there." Dean grabbed Jenny's arm, turning her to face him. She frowned in confusion. "You're not going in there."

"What?" Her frown hardened, turning to Sam. "Seriously?"

"Look, you heard Craig. And the stories. This spirit or— whatever it is. It's going after women. We can't take any chances, Jen." Dean gave Jenny a look and she huffed.

"You seriously think that I'm gonna let myself get killed by some vengeful spirit?" She asked with her brows raised.

"We just want to make sure you're safe." Sam spoke up. Jenny glanced between the two boys, Dean's hand still gripping her arm.

"You two. Always with the protection." She waved her finger at them, Dean letting go of her arm. "Cant believe it." She grumbled and walked back to the Impala with light stomps.

Jenny hopped in the front seat, rummaging through the glove compartment and smiled softly, pulling out a small bottle of whiskey. "At least I'll be entertained." She grinned, popping the cap off.

As Jenny started to take a long sip of the whiskey, she looked out the window, eyes widening as a van pulled up. "Oh boy." She mumbled, twisting the cap back on and got out of the car, squat-running.

She ran to the back, opening the door leading into the kitchen. She could hear faint mumbles, peering around the corners before walking deeper into the hallway.

Jenny walked into a bedroom, immediately shooting her hands up as Sam and Dean aimed their guns at her. "Don't shoot me!" She whisper yelled, eyes wide as the brothers lowered their weapons.

"Jennifer! I told you to wait out in the car!" Dean argued, Jenny flailing her arms out.

"I saw a can pull up! And I didn't know what they were—" Jenny was immediately shushed by Dean throwing a hand over her mouth and pulling her to him. Sam leaned against the wall across from her and Dean, flashlight out.

After more footsteps approached, Jenny slapped Dean's hand off of her mouth, grabbing Sammy's flashlight and aiming it out the door. Someone yelled, Jenny walking out.

"Oh, cut! It's just a human." A man complained as Jenny clicked the flashlight off. Dean and Sam appeared behind her. "And two taller humans."

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Jenny asked, glancing between the two guys, who were holding a camera and an electrical gadget.

"Aha. We belong here. We're professionals." One of the guys spat, Jenny reeling back with shocked eyes and laughed.

"Professionals? Really? At what?" She hummed in amusement as the two strangers looked at one another.

"Paranormal Investigation." Jenny turned to Sam and Dean with an annoyed look, to which the brothers shared.

As Jenny turned back, a business card was in her face, which she slapped away. "Jesus." The guy in front of her grumbled, rubbing his hand.

"Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spengler? Hellhoundslair.com. You guys run that website." Sam said as Jenny's eyes widened again, smiling forcefully.

"Oh." She seethed quietly. "Well won't this be lovely?" She spoke harshly. Sarcastically, to add.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah we're big fans." Dean added, Ed and Harry smiling.

"Oh yeah! We know who you guys are too." Ed spoke. Jenny, Sam and Dean looked at him sharply.

"Really?" Sam said.

"Amateurs." Jenny's smile dropped, slowly turning to Dean. "Looking for ghosts and cheap thrills."

"I'm gonna punch him."

"Yep. So if you guys don't mind, we're trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here." Harry said as Jenny turned back, giving them another faux smile.

"Yeah, what have you got so far?" Dean asked.

"Harry, why doncha tell 'em about EMF?" Jenny raised her brows as Sam look at him curiously, trying his best not to smile.

"EMF?" He acted.

"Electromagnetic field? Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector. Like this bad boy right here." Harry showed them a silencer box, Jenny biting her tongue to hold back a stifle of giggles. Harry turned it on, Sam and Dean grinning along with Jenny.

"Whoa. Whoa. It's 2.8mg."

"2.8. It's hot in here." Ed stated, looking around as Jenny's eyes widened.

"Is that bad?!" She asked, looking to Sam and Dean. "We should get out of here. Let them find their... ghost." Dean and Sam nodded in agreement, the three rushing out without another word.

"Idiots." Jenny mumbled as they got out of the house. "God, they probably do update their website from their moms basement." Dean chuckled in amusement as they walked to the car.

"Did you guys smell pot on them?" Sam asked, Jenny and Dean nodding. As they three got into the car, Jenny sighed quietly. "What's up?"

"I could use some of their pot."