THEN
2 years ago

Jenny had found herself alone in the motel room John and Dean were staying in, kicking her legs back and forth in the chair, typing away at her computer.

"You find anything yet?" Dean asked from the speaker of her phone. Jenny sighed.

"All I got is that the victims blood has been drained. Definitely vamps." John sighed loudly into the phone.

"Hey, listen to this." Jenny scrolled down a news article, a small smile on her face. "23-year-old Michelle Holloway goes missing 12 years ago, spotted recently as of a few weeks ago."

"What's so special about that?" Dean asked as Jenny slowly looked down at her phone in disappointment.

"She looks exactly the same."

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Now
Somewhere in New Mexico

Jenny stretched against the Impala, letting out a soft groan as Dean shoved the nozzle in the gas tank, turning to her. There was a soft smile on his lips and she tilted her head. "What?"

Dean shrugged. "Nothing." He answered as she returned the shrug.

"All right. I'm going to go snatch some soda for me. Do you two want anything?" Jenny pointed at Dean, who shook his head. "What about you, Samurai?" She leaned down to look at him in the car, staring at his computer. When he didn't answer, she walked to the gas station.

A bell alerted the man behind the desk, waving to her with a gruff. Jenny looked around, walking towards the bathrooms and locked the door behind her.

She froze for a moment, looking herself in the mirror as if waiting for it to talk itself, laughing it off and sat down in the toilet. She pulled out her phone, staring at her contacts.

Clicking on one of them, she started typing.

Still not sure when we will pay you a visit. Hopefully soon. We're in New Mexico right now, but I'll call when I can.

Jenny washed her hands afterwards, making sure not to look back at herself in the mirror again before walking out. She walked to the back, grabbing a six pack of cola's and a pack of beer, then walked to the register.

"I.D." He ordered gruffly as she paused.

"Do I look under 21?" She frowned, raising her arms out as the man leaned forward.

"I...D." Jenny rolled her eyes, muttering an incoherent insult as she rummaged through her pockets, pulling out her fake I.D.

"Happy?" She smiled forcefully and the man grunted. Jenny took out a ten dollar bill, grabbing the pack of soda and beer. "Keep the change, sweetheart."

Jenny walked back over to Sam and Dean, who looked to be having a small argument.

"Look, it sucks. But in a job like this... You can't get close to people." Jenny paused for a moment at Dean's words, hearing Sam scoff. The two were hidden behind a gas tank, sounding like they had started arguing. "What are you scoffing at?"

"Nothing. Seems to me like you're a hypocrite."

"What?"

"Come on, Dean. You've kept Jenny around and you're telling me I can't be close to people?" Sam asked as Jenny caught a flash of Dean's jacket before it disappeared again.

"That's different, Sammy. Jen... We've known her for since we were kids. She knows what she's doing."

"Are you just saying that to try and prove a point... Or because of the feelings you've had for her since you were 12?" Dean fell silent as Jenny's eyes widened, quickly walking back to them.

"I got beer and soda. You guys thirsty?" She interrupted, Deanna head whipping around. His eyes were wide with shock, Sam's as calm as he could be while still showing that small hint of anger.

"Uh.. No. No let's just get in the car." Dean cleared his throat as Jenny watched him walk around the Impala and slide in the driver's seat.

Jenny turned to Sam, an attempt to play dumb seeming to work. "What the hell did I miss?"

Sam shrugged. "Not much." He got into the Impala, Jenny's shoulder's slumping before she slid back in.

Sam opened his computer back up, clearing his throat. "In this e-mail from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine. I went to school with her, and her brother, Zack. She says Zack's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case."

"What kind of people did you meet at Stanford?" Jenny frowned as she leaned over the seats, reading the e-mail. Sam ignored her, scrolling through it.

"No, man, I know Zack. He's no killer."

"Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you." Dean looked at Sam, causing Jenny to frown at the conversation she had missed when she was gone.

"They're in St. Louis. We're goin'." Sam demanded as Dean chuckled, shaking his head.

"Look, sorry 'bout your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem." Dean turned back to the road, even though he hadn't started up the car and they still sat in the gas station.

"It is our problem. They're my friends."

"St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam." Dean glared at his brother, who turned to him then looked at Jenny with a soft pleading look.

"Don't give me those damn puppy eyes, Sam." She snapped as he just held the stare, covering her eyes. "No. They will not work on me this time!"

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Jenny, Sam and Dean all stood outside of a small home in St. Louis, the woman of the three rolling back and forth in her heels as the door suddenly swung open.

"Oh my God, Sam!" A blonde woman around Sam's age answered the door, and he smiled brightly at her. The two embraced, Jenny's eyes widened as she turned to Dean.

"Hey, Becky. I got your e-mail." Sam started as she nodded, chuckling.

"I didn't think that you would come here." She turned to Jenny and Dean, her smile fading slightly.

"Dean. Older brother." He grinned, shaking her hand. Rebecca looked to Jenny, who shook her hand after.

"Jennifer. Childhood friend." Rebecca's eyes widened and she turned to Sam, whose smile suddenly dropped.

"This is Jenny?" She whispered, the older woman frowning in confusion and turned to Sam.

"Uh— Yeah. This is Jenny." Rebecca smiled again at the brunette, shaking her hand a little harder.

"Sam has told us a lot about you guys. It's nice to finally meet you two. Please, come in." The three walked into the home, Jenny and Dean looking around.

"Nice place." Dean complimented as Rebecca shrugged.

"It's my parents'. I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I'm gonna stay until Zack's free."

"Where are your folks?" Sam asked as Rebecca turned to look at them for a moment.

They live in Paris for half the year, so they're on their way home now for the trial." The four entered the kitchen, Rebecca leaning against the kitchen island. "Do you guys want a beer or something?"

Jenny and Dean's smile reappeared. "Hey—"

"No thanks." Sam interrupted his brother, Jenny frowning at him in disappointment. "Why don't you tell us what happened?"

Rebecca looked between the three before sighing, and slowly sat down like she was going to tell her children their dog was dead. "Well, um, Zack came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn't breathing." The blonde girl shook her head as she started to cry, Jenny leaning forward as she became more intrigued with the story. "So, he called 911, and the police— they showed up, and they arrested him. But, the thing is, the only way that Zack could've killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time." Jenny paused, looking at Dean. "The police— they have a video. It's from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zack coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight."

Jenny sat down on one of the chairs as her finger tapped her thigh. "You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack's house." Sam suggested as Dean and Jenny nodded

"We could."

"Why? I mean, what could you do?" The blonde asked as Sam shrugged.

"Well, me, not much. But... Dean and Jenny are cops."

"Detectives, actually." Dean smirked as Jenny nodded.

"Really?" The two nodded again. "Where?"

"Bisbee, Arizona. We're actually partners. But uh— we're off-duty now."  There was a pause as Rebecca thought. Jenny stood up.

"You guys, it's so nice to offer, but I just—I don't know."

"Bec, look, I know Zack didn't do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent." Sam gave her his infamous puppy eyes look, and Rebecca caved.

"Okay. I'm gonna go get the keys." The girl stood up, walking down the hall and disappeared.

"Oh, yeah, man, you're a real straight shooter with your friends." Dean spoke as soon as she was out of ear-shot.

"Look, Zack and Becky need our help." Sam argued as Jenny stayed quiet, looking between the two with an annoyed expression.

"I just don't think this is our kind of problem." Dean whispered to the two as Sam scoffed.

"Two places at once? We've looked into less." Dean said nothing, clearly defeated as he turned to Jenny.

"Don't look at me, I'm trying to think of what we're hunting." She bit on her thumb, brows furrowed, deep in thought.

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"Holy shit..." Jenny muttered, looking around at the blood smeared walls, ducking under the police tape with Dean.

"This is worse than our time in Springfield." Dean muttered as an icy shiver ran up Jenny's spine at the memory.

"Yeah... Great times." She whispered, turning around to face Rebecca and Sam. "So... What did the cops say?" She gestured to the walls as Rebecca stared down at her feet tearfully.

"Well, there's no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. The lawyers—they're already talking about plea bargain." She looked around the room, breaking into a soft cry. "Oh, God..."

"Look, Bec, if Zack didn't do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?" Sam asked as Rebecca shook her head, then looked as if she started to remember something.

"Um, there was something, about a week before." Jenny turned to the girl, pointing her flashlight at her. "Somebody broke in here and stole some clothes— Zack's clothes. The police— they don't think it's anything. I mean, we're not that far from downtown. Sometimes people get robbed." Dean and Jenny walked past them at the sound of a dog barking, peering out the door. Rebecca walked up behind them, sighing. "You know, that used to be the sweetest dog."

Jenny stared at the dog yapping at them, eyes wide. "What happened?" Dean asked as Jenny walked back into the house towards the kitchen.

After a few minutes, Dean and Sam met up with the brunette. "So, the neighbor's dog went psycho right around the time Zack's girlfriend was killed." Dean started as he turned off his flashlight.

"Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal." Sam shrugged as Jenny looked at them, humming.

"So you think Buster saw something he probably shouldn't have?" She suggested, turning to Dean. "Sounds like it might be our kind of problem." Dean shook his head, still unsure.

"Probably not. But we should look at the security tape, you know, just to make sure." Dean turned his head as Rebecca net back up with them, tears stained her cheeks. "So, the tape. The security footage— you think maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it, 'cause we just don't have that kind of jurisdiction." He chuckled as Rebecca looked between Jenny and Dean, who stood up straighter as the dogs barking had died down.

"I've already got it. I didn't wanna say something in front of the cop." Jenny and Dean looked at one another before laughing quietly, turning back to the blonde. "I stole it off the lawyer's desk. I just had to see it for myself."

"Well. Since I don't work around here, we can't arrest you." Jenny joked, patting Rebecca's shoulder and walked out of the kitchen, making a disgusted noise as she nearly stepped in something that didn't look pleasant.

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At Rebecca's house, the four stared at the blondes computer, watching the security footage. "Here he comes." Rebecca pointed to the screen, showing her brother Zack entering the house.

Jenny frowned in confusion as she gestured to the time stamp, nudging Dean. "22:04, that's just after ten. You said time of death was about 10:30." Dean furrowed his brows as Rebecca nodded.

"Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape's authentic. It wasn't tampered with." Jenny continued to watch Zack, her eyes widening slightly when she noticed what had happened to his eyes.

Sam had noticed the same thing, and cleared his throat. "Hey, Bec, could we take those beers now?" Rebecca nodded and stood up from her chair, to which Jenny was quick to replace. The blonde frowned at her for a moment before shrugging it off, walking towards the kitchen.

"How about a couple of sandwiches, too?" Dean grinned as the girl paused.

"What do you think this is? Hooters?" Rebecca disappeared into the kitchen as Jenny and Dean sighed.

"I wish." They muttered in unison, causing Sam to raise a brow at the girl that sat in the chair. "So... what is it?" Dean started as Jenny paused the video, clicking back a few frames.

Zack stared directly at the camera, his eyes shining a bright silver. Dean shrugged. "Maybe it's a camera flare." He suggested as Sam and Jenny shook their heads.

"That dog must have seen this Zack and freaked out." Jenny said as Dean frowned.

"Doppelgänger?" He asked, Jenny turning to the two.

"That's not a doppelgänger." She said as if a horrific memory flooded back into her mind, looking at the computer again.

"Then... What is it?" Sam asked, leaning closer to see Zack's face. Jenny stayed quiet, and played the footage again.

"Shapeshifter."