Jenny had decided to stay at the motel again, mainly because she couldn't find one of her shoes and Sam was not in the mood to wait.

Dean had called her the moment they were on the road, but at one point he lost service and hadn't called back, leaving her to worry. Not just for this Miller guy, but for Sam and Dean.

While she hadn't dealt with that sickness in the last few cases, Sam had been getting nightmares more times than Jenny could count. She was hoping it would leave soon, since Sam had been keeping her up at night with his constant shuffling in his sleep.

Her phone was ringing again, staring at the name on the screen. Dean hadn't called her back in a good twenty minutes. Which would be fine... If they lived normal lives.

Her phone finally clicked, but neither Dean or Jenny said anything for a moment. "Is he okay?" Jenny finally asked, stuffing her hands between her knees in anticipation. A king exhale came from the phone. Jenny shut her eyes in disappointment, rubbing her forehead as she nodded.

"We got here before it happened. Roger— Bastard didn't listen." Jenny leaned back in her chair, inhaling sharply. "Sam is wiping our fingerprints. I'm gonna have a look around his apartment."

"How's he doing now? I'm sure he's feeling like shit." A long pause.

"He'll be fine. We just— He needs a win out of this."

"I hope he gets it."

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Jenny bit in her thumb as she waited for Sam and Dean to get back, the door clicking unlocked and Sam walked in slowly, a defeated expression on his face. He turned to Jenny, who gave him a solemn look as he trudged to his bed, falling down onto it. After a moment, Dean walked in.

"Did you guys find anything?" Jenny asked as Dean shook his head. "Seriously?"

"I'm telling you there was nothing in there. No signs either, just like the Miller's house." Dean frowned as he sat across from Jenny, who then stood up.

"I saw something, in the vision." Sam spoke, Jenny and Dean looking at the man on the bed. "Like a dark shape. Something was....something was stalking Roger." Sam spoke as he sat up, smiling laying with his hands. Jenny leaned against the counter, waiting for the coffee.

"And this thing you saw... you sure it's not connected to their house?" She asked, crossing her arms as Sam shrugged.

"No, it's connected to the family themselves. So what do you think, like a vengeful spirit?" Sam asked and turned to Jenny, who shrugged.

"Some spirits can latch on to families. Some wait years before they do anything. Banshees. Angiaks, but those are only in Alaska, as far as I'm aware." Jenny grabbed a cup from the sink, washing it.

"Basically like a curse. So maybe Roger and Jim Miller got involved in something heavy, something curse worthy." Dean raised a hand out, Jenny handing him a cup of coffee.

"And now the something is out for revenge. And the men in their family are dying." Sam added as Jenny thought for a moment.

"Hey you think that Max kid you two met is in danger?" Jenny asked, pouring herself a cup of coffee and sat back down.

"Let's figure it our before he is." Dean commented, Sam nodding in agreement.

"Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people."

"What's that?" Dean and Jenny asked in unison, the woman crossing one leg over the other as she leaned in her chair.

"Both our families are cursed."

"My family isn't cursed— That's a lie. My parents are dead so I don't know." Jenny cut in, Sam and Dean turning to her. She slowly grabbed her coffee, sipping it.

Dean rolled his eyes, turning back to his brother "Our family's not cursed. We just... had our dark spots."

"Our dark spots are... pretty dark." Sam said quietly. Dean frowned at his brother, looking him up and down.

"You're... dark."

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Jenny rested against the Impala as Sam and Dean spoke to a lady up ahead, her phone ringing as she attempted to call John again. Nothing.

She sighed quietly, stuffing her phone away as Sam and Dean. "What did she say? I only heard a few words but not much."

"Well, Ms Miller is Max's stepmom. Apparently, his real mom died in some car accident. And, his dad and Roger were abusive." Sam started as Dean cleared his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Like— how abusive are we talking?" Jenny raised a brow, looking between the two boys.

"Mr Miller broke Max's arm a couple times as a kid. Roger joined in sometimes and Ms Miller never did anything." Jenny hummed, looking around for a moment.

"So... Some spirit is out for abusive people? I say we let it do it's thing."

"Jen, you know why we can't." Dean sighed as Jenny crossed her arms.

"Well, it sure as hell isn't killing innocent people."

"But it's still killing people." Dean argued as Sam rubbed his head, Jenny and Dean turning to him. "Again?" He muttered to Jenny, the two stepping to the younger Winchester's sides as he collapsed.

"Sam?" Jenny spoke quietly, holding his shoulder as she shared a nervous look with Dean. Sam groaned in pain, holding his head before gasping in shock.

"It's Max."

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"Are you sure, Sam? I mean, telekinesis seems like a stretch." Jenny rested her arms in front of her as she sat in the back of the impala, Dean racing to the Miller's house as Sam nodded.

"So he's a psychic spoon bender?" Dean commented, shaking his head in disbelief. "He was outside the garage when his Dad died, he was in the apartment when his Uncle died. These visions, this whole time -- I wasn't connecting to the Millers, I was connecting to Max! The thing is I don't get why, man. I guess— because we're so alike?"

"Ali— Sam, Max has killed two people. And he's about to kill his stepmom." Jenny slapped the Winchester's shoulder, and he frowned at her.

"Jen is right, dude. You and Max are nothing alike." Dean turned a corner, Jenny sliding around in the back. She grunted as her hip slammed into the door, shooting a glare at Dean before sliding back into the middle.

"I mean... I hate to say it, but it's not insane. The beatings— to want revenge on these people?" Sam looked back at Jenny, who shook her head.

"It doesn't justify murdering your entire family." Dean argued, Jenny gesturing to the older Winchester.

"He's no different from what we've sliced and shot, Sam." Jenny added as Sam's eyes widened.

"We aren't killing Max!"

"Then what? Hand him over to the cops and say 'Lock him up officer; he kills with the power of his mind.'" Dean tapped his temple and waved his arms around, Sam shaking his head. Dean pulled up to Max's house, turning the car off.

"Guys. He's a person. We can talk to him. Hey, promise me you'll follow my lead on this one?" Sam asked, looking to his brother. Dean sat in silence for a long moment before sighing, and nodded.

"All right fine. But I'm not letting him hurt anybody else." The two brothers turned to Jenny, who looked as if she were ready to smack someone. "Jen?"

"Are you ser—"

"Jen." Dean repeated, a serious look on his face. She clamped her mouth shut, nodding slowly.

"Fine. But he makes one wrong step— and I seriously mean one wrong step." Jenny pulled her gun out from behind her, waving it. "He's getting a bullet in the brain."

Sam nodded in understanding, the three stepping out of the car. "Can't wait to meet a psycho." Jenny mumbled, hiding her gun as she walked up with Sam and Dean, who then burst through the door.

Max spun around from the kitchen doorway, frowning in confusion. "Fathers? Whose that—"

"Uh—" Jenny looked at Sam and Dean, smiling. "Sister Jennings. New trainee or whatever." she waved her hands out, smiling awkwardly.

"What are you doing here?" Max asked, clearly suspicious of the three.

"Uhhh sorry to interrupt." Dean cleared his throat, the three hunters standing up straight.

"Max, can we, uh, can we talk to you outside for just one second?" Sam asked, gesturing to the open door. Max raised his brows, looking at the trio.

"About what?"

"It's... it's private. I wouldn't want to bother your mother with it."

"We won't be long at all though, I promise." Jenny said to Ms Miller, who nodded slowly. Max turned to look at her, sighing. "Great."

Max started to walk forward, pausing when he noticed Dean's gun in the holster. Jenny reached for the door handle, which suddenly slammed shut in front of her. She jumped back, spinning around to Max with wide eyes.

"You aren't priests!" Max yelled. Dean and Jenny shared a look, grabbing their guns and aiming them at Max, only for them to fly out of their hands. Jenny looked at her hands in confusion, eyes still wide as her gun was now in Max's hands, aiming it at her.

"Oh boy." She mumbled, messy with her shirt sleeve.

"Max, what's happening?" Ms Miller spoke in a frantic tone, backing away from her step-son.

"Shut up." The boy spat, still holding the gun to Jenny. She continued to mess with her shirt sleeve, to which Dean had finally noticed.

"What are you doing?!" Ms Miller continued, and was then flung across the kitchen, slamming her head into the wall and falling unconscious.

"Max, you need to calm down." Sam demanded as Max aimed the gun at him.

"Who are you people?!"

"We just want to talk." Sam said and Max scoffed, waving the gun around.

"Yeah. That's why she brought this!" Max yelled, Jenny putting her arms behind her back slowly, messing with one of them.

"That was a mistake all right? So was lying about who we were. But no more lying Max ok? Just please, just hear me out.

"About what?" Max snapped, slowly turning the gun back to Jenny.

"I saw you do it. I saw you kill your Dad and your Uncle before it happened." Max paused, looking at Sam.

"What?"

"I'm having visions Max. About you."

"You're crazy."

"So what, you weren't gonna launch a knife at your stepmom?" Sam slowly raised his finger, tapping his eye. "Right here? Is it that hard to believe Max, look what you can do. Max I was drawn here all right? I think I'm here to help you." Max shook his head, crying softly.

"No one can help me." He cried, Jenny sliding the knife down her arm, gripping the handle from behind. Dean looked over at Jenny, who had a focused look on her face, eyes flickering from the gun to Max.

"Let me try. We'll just talk, me and you. We'll get Dean and Alice and Jenny out of here." Jenny and Dean snapped their heads to Sam, shaking them.

"No way!" Dean and Jenny yelled, the three hunters looking up as the chandelier started to rattle.

"Nobody leaves this house!" Max bellowed, fixing his handle on the gun. Jenny gripped the knife in her hand tighter, turning back to Max.

"And nobody has to, all right? They'll just...they'll just go upstairs." Sam suggested, Dean still shaking his head.

"Sam I'm not leaving you alone with him."

"Yes you are." Sam spoke sternly, turning back to the man with hr gun. "Look, Max. You're in charge here, all right, we all know that. No one's going to do anything that you don't want to do but I'm talking five minutes here man."

"Sam!" Jenny yelled, looking at the Winchester like he was insane.

"Five minutes?" Max spoke, turning back to Ms Miller. "Go." Jenny shared a look with Dean, who then gestured for her to hide the knife and walked over to pick up Ms Miller.

Dean carried Ms Miller up the stairs im and into her bedroom, Jenny locking the door behind them. She turned to Dean, an angry frown on her face. "We can't leave Sam down there with him."

"I'm aware of that. But he— he has it under control." Dean set Ms Miller on her bed, walking into the bathroom. He came back out with a wet cloth, dabbing it on the older woman's forehead, cleaning the blood off.

Jenny spun the knife around in her hand anxiously, pacing back and forth. The two sat in silence for too long.

Dean froze when a loud crash echoed from downstairs. Jenny's grip on her knife tightened. Footsteps approached and the door unlocked, Jenny hiding behind the door, holding her breath.

Max walked in slowly, flinging Dean across the room. Jenny kept her mouth quiet, waiting. Max was still holding her gun, right at his step-moms head.

Dean and Jenny made eye contact for a moment before he stood up, slowly getting in front of Max. "Stay back. It's not about you."

"If you're gonna kill her you have to go through me." Dean spoke coldly, staring at the barrel of the gun. Jenny fixed her hold on the knife, very slowly walking up behind Max.

Jenny gripped Max's shoulder as Sam ran in, her knife stabbing through his heart. Max gasped, looking down at the knife as Sam yelled, the gun dropping.

Jenny pulled her knife out, stepping back as Ms Miller screamed, covering her mouth in shock as Max dropped to the ground, dying.

Jenny looked down at Max, slowly turning to Sam. Sam looked at Jenny in shock, watching her kneel down, turning Max over to face her.

"I'm sorry." Max gurgled, blood pouring out of his mouth. "I should have killed myself."

Jenny said nothing. She didn't have an expression on her face as she grabbed the wet cloth from Dean's hand, wiping her knife clean. She stood up, walking past Sam.

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After talking with the cops, Sam and Dean walked outside to see Jenny staring ahead, still expressionless as she waited by the car.

"Jenny—" Sam started, most likely about to yell at her.

"I told you Sam." She interrupted, facing him. "And he made a thousand wrong steps. And it started when he slammed that damn door in my face. And should I go on about pointing my own gun at me? Or how he was ready to kill Dean to kill Alice?" Sam stayed quiet as Dean looked between the two.

"I know you had to do it. But— You didn't— you didn't show any emotion." Sam mumbled. Jenny paused, nodding.

"I don't cry over monsters."

Emotionless Jenny sounds hot ngl. Maybe I should make her a demon at some point 👀