Sam was sitting at the table listening to a voicemail from Jess as Jenny continued searching through John's belongings, flipping through pages of a folder.

As the girl went to sit down on the bed, her phone rang, taking it out of her pocket to see Dean's number. "What's up?"

"Five-oh. You guys gotta take off." Sam turned to Jenny as she furrowed her brows in confusion, standing up and walking over to the motel window, peeking out to see a squad car in the lot, and the deputies walking towards Dean.

"What about you?" She asked as Sam walked over, peeking out as well.

"They already spotted me. I'll be fine." Dean hung up the call as Sam and Jenny shared a nervous look, the two darting away from the window.

"So what, we run?" Sam asked, Jenny grabbing a few of the article clippings as she nodded.

"Guess so. Can't exactly have the three of us locked up." Sam nodded in agreement as he stowed his computer away. "Now I have to think of a dumb way to get him outta jail."

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Jenny sat in the Impala looking through more online articles as Sam talked to Joseph Welch, her eyes flickering all around the land in hopes she'd spot something unusual, or at least weird.

"Whose the lady in the car?" Jenny turned her head to Joseph as Sam looked back to face her.

"My editor." Sam lied as she gave an awkward nod to the two, Sam waving as Joseph gave her a suspicious look.

"Why ain't she out here?"

"Busted her ankle a few days ago. Can't stand for too long."

"Why she with you then?"

"She doesn't like being alone."

Jenny frowned at Sam, turning back to the computer in her lap, brows knitted in concentration.

After a few more minutes of Joseph and Sam talking, the younger Winchester brother got back in the car. "What'd he say? Other than talk about me."

"Well... He threatened me. Admitted to being unfaithful. And told me where Constance is buried."

"So... If John knows where the bones are buried, then he would have lit them up. So why didn't he?" Jenny shut the computer as Sam sighed, shrugging. "Well, I'm going to put out a fake emergency, and hope Dean is smart enough to bail himself out." Jenny pulled out her phone as Sam chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Also, I left some things back at the motel, just drop me off and you can go head and get to the old Welch house."

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Jenny chewed on the end of her pen as she thought, rocking back and forth in her chair, frowning at the fact neither Sam or Dean have called her yet.

And speak of the devil, her phone rang, an unknown number appearing on the screen.

"Who is this?"

"It's Dean. Sam's in trouble. Where the hell are you?"

"What? I'm at the motel, Sam went to find Constance's bones." Jenny shot up from her chair as she looked out the window, grabbing her fake badge before running downstairs.

"We'll hurry up!"

"The hell do you think I'm doing?!" Jenny hung up the phone as she showed her badge to a woman. "Sorry, ma'am I need to borrow your car. Federal emergency."

"Wha—" The woman stood in shock as Jenny grabbed the keys from her hand, hopping into the drivers seat and started it up, driving off to the old Welch house.

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Jenny slammed the brakes as she pulled up to the house, already spitting Dean shooting into his car, Sam in the driver's seat.

"How the hell did you get here so fast?!" Jenny asked as she pulled out a gun from behind her, looking around in confusion.

"I ran." Dean shrugged as Sam suddenly drove the car through the house, Jenny covering herself from the debris.

Dean and Jenny ran to the drivers side, pulling Sam out through the shattered window as Constance appeared a few feet away.

"Dean!" Jenny dropped her gun, snatching the shotgun from Dean and aimed it at Constance. Before she could shoot, the Woman in White picked up a picture from the mantle, turning to the three. The gun flew out of Jenny's hand and a bureau was slammed into the three, pinning them to a wall.

"Shit! Ooh, that's gonna bruise." Jenny leaned forward in pain as Dean attempted to push the bureau off of them, Jenny's eyes fluttered open to see water pool down the staircase in front of them.

"Guys—" The two brothers followed the girls gaze, watching as two children flickered into existence.

"You've come home to us, Mommy." The children appeared behind Constance, hugging her tightly as the woman screamed, the three falling down in a puddle before disappearing.

The bureau pinning the three Hunters was shoved away, Jenny nearly collapsing onto the ground as she held her side, rubbing it gently.

"You guys okay?" She asked, turning to the brothers, who nodded hesitantly. "Cool... Because I'm not." Jenny leaned against the wall, huffing as Dean draped her arm over his shoulder, helping her walk. "That thing really slammed into me."

"Yeah, it did us bad too." Sam commented as the girl laughed.

"I don't have a lot of meat on these bones." As she tried to laugh more, she groaned in pain. "I think I bruised a rib."

"You'll be okay. Now... About my car." Dean slowly turned to Sam, who smiled innocently.

"Let's not argue about a car that's been banged up more than any of us have. I need a long nap." Jenny stepped out of the debris with Dean, the three managing to get the Impala out, leaving the car Jenny took behind.

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Jenny had fallen asleep in the back of the impala despite there being shards of glass on the seats, her hand still gripping her side even as she slept.

The girl stirred as she heard music starting to play, groaning quietly and stood up.

"—Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Sam said, looking down at a map from John's journal.

"Sounds fun." Jenny spoke, startling the two boys in front of her. Sam turned around to look at Jenny, noticing how much of a mess she looked with her hair sticking in different directions. "How far is it from here?"

"Uh..." Sam turned back to the map. "About six hundred miles."

"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning." Dean chuckled, turning to look at Sam, who hesitated. Jenny gave the older Winchester a half hearted smile, turning to the younger brother.

"Guys... I uh—"

"You're not going." Jenny rested her head on the back of the front seat as Dean spoke, disappointment heavy in his voice.

"The interview's in like, ten hours. I gotta be there." Sam reminder as he turned to the brunette behind him, giving her a half smile. Jenny didn't return it.

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Jenny and Sam got out of the car, Dean staying in the driver's seat as the two faced one another. "Call me when you guys find him, okay?"

"Can't make any promises, Samurai." Jenny smiled as Sam chuckled, bringing her into a hug. "But I'll call you anyway."

Jenny got into the front seat with Dean, the two looking at Sam with smiles. "Mad one hell of a team, Sam." Dean chuckled softly as Sam smirked, nodding.

"I guess we did. Maybe I can meet up with you two later, huh?" Sam suggested as Dean and Jenny nodded.

"Yeah. Bye Sam." Jenny waved as Dean started to back out, Sam walking up to his apartment.

There were a few moments of silence as Jenny frowned. "Something doesn't feel right." She muttered as Dean frowned, tapping on the radio as it suddenly stopped playing music. Jenny looked down at her watch, which was frozen.

The two shared a single look before Dean was making a U-Turn back to the apartment.

Jenny gasped in shock as Sam's apartment was suddenly lit up in fire, Dean hopping out of the car faster than Jenny could think.

After a few very long minutes, Dean was tumbling down the stairs with Sam, who didn't seem to thrilled about being saved, screaming Jess's name.

Jenny's hand gripped the handle of the car, her knuckles turning white as Dean threw his brother into the back of the impala, Jenny turning to Sam.

"Jess—" Tears flooded Sam's eyes as Dean entered the car, Jenny turning back to see the apartment engulfed in flames.

Their story has begun.

look at me, finishing the pilot. So obviously, Dean and Jenny have been working together for a couple of years with John. I'm sure i'll get around to how they came to working together eventually. And obviously obviously, this means that there is already some tension between the two, so this may or may not be a slow-burn... let's just see how it goes 👀