THEN
Three and a Half years ago

Bobby slowly walked into Jenny's room, noticing her sleeping in the cubby of her window, face turned to the world outside.

Two weeks it had been since Leo went off to fight that case. And it was no use trying to get Jenny to go after him, since the monster he was chasing was the same creature that killed her parents. And maybe it had killed him, too.

The full moon had come and gone, and with Leo still not back, Jenny assumed the worst. She didn't want to read the newspaper, give Leo a funeral with no body to bury. The only thing left to do was hope.

"Jennifer..." Bobby spoke softly, walking into her bedroom. He sat down across from her, a solemn look on his face as he placed a hand on the girls shoulder, shaking her gently. "Jenny."

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around, half-expecting Leo to be the one waking her up. Her hopes were quickly scrambled to the ground when she saw Bobby, and the face he wore.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, her brows furrowed up as she gave him a shattered look. Jenny oh nodded, looking back out the window.

"Who found him?" She asked, pulling her knees to her chest and hugging them. Bobby sighed, looking at the ground.

"Rufus. I told him not to go after the werewolf, just see if Leo was alright... He found him in the woods." Jenny nodded, smiling painfully.

"He was such a horrible listener." She laughed, sniffling as she looked at Bobby. "He just couldn't pass up one more kill."

Bobby brought her head to his, kissing her forehead before standing up. "Rufus is on his way here. We'll give him a burial he deserves." Jenny shook her head.

"No. If he wanted to play Hunter one more time, he'll be sent off like a Hunter."

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Jenny was shaken awake by Dean, hearing loud shuffling as Sam started packing quickly. Jenny squinted, looking back at Dean.

"What's going on?" She yawned, looking at the clock. "Come on, I just fell asleep."

"Sam says we gotta go." Dean spoke quietly, his voice low as he snuck his arm out from under Jenny, shaking it awake. Jenny sat up, now fully alert and grabbed everything she had on the nightstand, shoving it into her duffel bag.

"Couldn't it wait till morning, Sam?" Jenny frowned as he shook his head, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He didn't say anything else, walking out of the motel room.

Jenny pressed her lips together into a fine line, nodding as she zipped up her bag. "Awesome."

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"Come on Sam. You're telling us you're dreaming about some random guy in Michigan? I've had random people show up in my dreams all the time. You don't see me throwing myself in the next state." Jenny frowned and Sam shook his head.

"It felt different Dean. Real. Like when I dreamt about our old house. And Jessica." Sam waved his arms around as he set his phone down for the moment. Jenny clicked her tongue, humming as she listened to the brothers converse.

"Yeah, that makes sense. You're dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?" Sam paused, slowly shaking his head.

"No. Exactly. Why would you have premonitions about some random dude in Michigan?" Dean asked, looking at his brother. Jenny leaned back in her seat, cracking her neck with a small wince.

"I don't know."

"Me neither." Dean grumbled, looking back into the road.

"Yes I'm here." Sam said into the phone, glaring at his brother. "Jim Miller. Saginaw, Michigan. You have a street address? Got it. Thanks." Sam picked up a pen, writing an address onto his wrist.

"Checks out." Sam looked down at his phone as he hung up. "How far are we?"

"From Saginaw? Coupla hours."

"Drive faster." Sam demanded. Dean and Jenny shared a look in the mirror before Dean sped up.

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Dean rolled to a stop in front of the man's house, the three Hunter's staring as a body bag was being rolled out of a garage. "Oh boy." Jenny mumbled, sharing a look with the two brothers in front of her.

The three got out of the car, Jenny and Dean walking towards the crowd as Sam approached a woman, talking to her incoherently. "This is Jim's house, right?" Jenny asked Dean, who then nodded.

"Yeah. Looks like Sam's crazy dream wasn't a dream." Dean shoved his hands into his pockets, frowning. "I'm worried about him, Jen." Dean mumbled, Jenny looking at him.

She wrapped her arm around his, nodding. "Yeah. Me, too. He looks like he hasn't slept in forever. And when he does, he gets those dreams."

Sam walked back up to the two, a defeated look on his face. Jenny pouted, rubbing the younger Winchester's shoulder. Sam brushed her hand off, walking back to the Impala. Dean and Jenny followed him, the older brother clearing his throat.

"Sam, we got here as fast as we could—"

"Not fast enough. It doesn't make any sense man. Why would I even have these premonitions if there wasn't a chance I could stop them from happening?" Dean and Jenny shared a look, shrugging. Sam shook his head, sighing. "What do you think killed him?"

"Vengeful spirit?" Jenny assumed, looking back at a woman crying on the porch. Jenny grimaced, turning away.

"Or maybe the guy just killed himself." Dean suggested, turning to the car.

"I'm telling you, I watched it happen. He was murdered by something, guys. I watched it trap him in the garage." Sam wiped a hand over his face, Jenny frowning.

"What was it, a spirit, poltergeist, what?" Dean looked at his brother, who started to get worked up as he rocked back and forth in his place.

"I don't know what it was. I don't know why I'm having these dreams, I don't know what the hell is happening." Dean and Jenny stared at Sam for a long moment. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm just— we are worried about you, man." Dean spoke quietly, Jenny nodding slightly in agreement.

"Well, don't look at me like that!" Sam argued, his brother turning away.

"I'm not looking at you like anything." He retorted, smirking to himself before looking back at his brother. "Though I do have to say. You look like shit."

"Alright." Jenny cleared her throat, grabbing the boy's attentions. "Let's just find a motel... Pick this shit up in the morning, yeah? I need to sleep."

"Right. We'll check out the house tomorrow. Talk to the family." Sam's brows raised at his brother in disbelief.

"Dean, look at them. They're devastated. They won't want to talk to us." Jenny looked back at the heartbroken family, looking back at Dean to see a smirk on his face.

"Right. But I know who they'll want to talk to." Jenny and Sam shared a nervous look as Dean got into the Impala.

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"It isn't even close to Halloween. How is this place open?" Jenny grumbled as she grabbed two priest costumes. "Unbelievable." She muttered, tucking them under her arms.

"Aye, don't forget yours, Sister." Dean cackled into the phone, Jenny muttering incoherent swears at him as she searched through the costume section, frowning.

"I don't think they'll believe I'm a nun if i wear a sexy habit costume." Jenny said, grabbing a very short nun costume. "This lady looks like she just fit into a baby outfit."

"Well, I wouldn't be compl— ow!"

"Dude! Focus!"

"I am focused! You focus!"

"Will you two shut up?" Jenny snapped, putting the nun costume back on the rack. She grumbled again, walking to the counter. "Looks like you two will be playing priests. I'll at the girl in the chair."

"The hell is a girl in the chair?" Dean asked as the lady at the counter scanned the costumes. Jenny handed her two twenty's, grabbing the costumes and the change before walking out.

"I sit at the motel doing absolutely nothing but reading." Jenny hung up the phone and stuffed it in her pocket, noticing Dean with a dumb grin on his face as he turned to Jenny.

She returned the smile before dropping it quickly, tossing the costumes at his face before sliding into the backseat.

"Alright... Did you didn't one for you, Jen?" Dean asked as she shook her head.

"I'm not wearing a miniskirt with suspenders." She frowned as Dean clicked his tongue. Sam was on his computer, turning it to Dean.

"Well. Lucky for you, there's another store nearby."

"Seriously?! It's May!"

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Thankfully, some weird man bought the last habit costume, so now Jenny was relaxing in her normal clothes, dipping her hand in hair gel and slicked Dean's hair back with a mischievous grin.

"Would you pipe down on the gel? I don't want my hair snapping off when it dries." Dean moved away from Jenny's hand, and she frowned.

"It's not going to dry, dude. Calm down." Jenny grabbed Dean with her clean hand, pulling him back towards her and lathered the gel into his hair. He grimaced in discomfort, shaking his head. "Any regrets now?"

"I have a lot of regrets. Be more specific." Jenny shot him a glare in the mirror, grabbing a towel and wiping her hand free off the gel.

After her hand had been dried, she walked back over to Dean, grabbing the white tie and stuffing it in his collar. "I could have done that myself, ya know."

Jenny hummed, nodding. "I'm aware. But, I gotta contribute somehow." She smiled, looking over Dean's shoulder to see Sam grabbing the hair gel and sneaking back into the bathroom. "Your brother isn't very good at sneaking."

Sam paused, turning around with a glare. Jenny smiled at him and he shook his head, shutting the bathroom door behind him.

"Well. He is a skyscraper."

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After Sam and Dean had left, Jenny stuffed her nose into her journal, scribbling down last weeks case along with today's before going to her computer.

After a while, Jenny's phone rang, Dean's name popping up into the screen. "What's up Father?" She grinned, knowing Dean had rolled his eyes.

"I just ran the infrared thermal scanner. There's nothing here. No ghost, no poltergeist. Nothing."

"Max and Ms Miller said everything's been normal." Sam spoke, Jenny opening a new tab in her computer

"Well. If I was there, with the last few ghost cases— I probably could have told you that." Jenny typed away on her computer and paused, hearing loud chewing through the phone. "Dean... Are you eating right now?"

"You really should have fought that guy for the nun costume. These cocktail sausages are amazing."

"Oh, come on—" Jenny mumbled, typing in the Miller's address. "Alright... It doesn't say anything on here about suicides, or deaths at the Miller's that could lead to a vengeful spirit."

"So then... We are just dealing with a suicide?" Jenny sighed quietly, humming.

"Maybe."

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Dean was dressed in his normal clothes again, cleaning his weapons as Jenny tore apart her gun, frowning when she noticed a red spot on the white. "Dammit. I did get blood in it." She grumbled, grabbing a towel and dunking it under the running faucet, cleaning the blood off of her gun.

"So, what did you find, Jen?" Dean asked as Jenny sat back down in her chair, putting her gun back together.

"Nothing crazy has happened at the Miller's since it was built. There's no graveyards there, no tribal lands. It's all clear."

Sam sunk into his bed in defeat, rubbing his face. "Sam... This doesn't seem like our kind of thing." Dean spoke quietly as his brother nodded, rubbing his head and squinting.

"Well, if there was a demon or poltergiest in there you think somebody would have noticed something? I used the infer-red thermal scanner man, and there was nothing.

"So what, you think Jim Miller killed himself and my dream was just some sorta freakish coincidence?

"It seems like it." Jenny said, turning back to her computer. Sam rubbed his temples, seeming in pain, groaning.

"Yeah. Well, maybe it has nothing to do with the house. Maybe it's just... god." Sam held his hand to his forehead, Dean looking up from cleaning his weapons. "Maybe—Maybe it's connected to Jim in some other way?"

"What's wrong with you?" Dean frowned and Jenny looked over from her computer.

Sam shook his head, making anguished noises as he slid off the bed, falling to the floor. "My head."

Dean hopped off his bed, crouching next to Sam as Jenny stood up quickly, rushing over. "Sam? Hey." Dean grabbed his brothers arm, shaking him. "Hey! What's going on? Talk to me."

"Sam?" Jenny yelled, trying to get the younger Winchester's attention. He gasped quietly, falling back and looked around. "Dude what the fuck was that?" Sam looked between Dean and Jenny, who had their hands gripping his shoulders anxiously.

"It's happening again. Someone's going to kill Roger Miller."