Jenny and Dean walked into the antique store, both of them walking separate directions. After only a few seconds, Dean called Jenny.

"This is ridiculous. He's crazy, right?" Dean asked, a quiet rustling noise coming from the phone.

"Well, he is your dad. He's never really been very safe." Jenny looked at the assortment of creepy dolls, shivering. "I hate antique stores. Do you know how many haunted dolls are probably in here right now?"

"Poke one and find out." Dean joked as Jenny paused, dead-panning.

"Very funny. Do they even sell guns in here? I feel like that's illegal."

"Everything we do is illegal, Jen."

"Fair point." There was a long silence as Jenny kept walking down deeper into the store, coming across a large collection of knives.

"Hey, Jen?"

She hummed in response. "When this is over... Do you think we'd be able to do what my Dad said?" Jenny was quiet for a moment as she looked through the knives.

"What do you mean?"

"You know... Live a normal life together." She went quiet again.

"I didn't think you'd want to quit after we killed this demon." Jenny picked up a silver blade wrapped in leather, looking at it intently.

"Well, I don't know. Things change." She turned around to see Dean standing a few paces away, hanging up the phone. He was holding an old gun, walking towards her.

"I guess this is it, then." Jenny waved the knife around as she picketed her phone. "This is definitely a trap."

"Can't talk him out of it." Dean commented. Jenny shook her head as the two walked back to the front.

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"You get 'em?" John asked as soon as Emmy and Dean stepped out of the impala, walking over to him and Sam. Dean pulled out a brown paper bag carrying the antique gun as Jenny held up the dagger bound in leather.

"I had to carve a few fake runes on the handle but yeah... It should do." Jenny spoke up, handing the dagger to John.

"You know this is a trap, don't you? That's why Meg wants you to come alone?" Dean asked with a hard frown. His father nodded.

"I can handle her. I got a whole arsenal loaded. Holy water, Mandaic, amulets—"

"Dad..." Dean cut in, trailing off.

"What?"

"Promise me something."

"What's that?"

"This thing goes south just...get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed all right, you're no good to us dead."

"Same goes for you." There was a long paused John cleared his throat. "All right listen to me. They made the bullets special for this colt. There's only four of them left. Without them this gun is useless. You make every shot count.

"Yes, sir." Sam answered.

"Been waiting a long time for this fight. Now it's here I'm not gonna be in it. It's up to you boys now. It's your fight, you finish this. You finish what I started. Understand?" John handed Dean the Colt, giving Jenny the dagger.

"We'll see you soon Dad." Sam spoke softly, and John hummed

"I'll see you later." John looked to Jenny for a moment before gesturing for her to follow him. She frowned for a moment, handing the knife to Dean before following John to his truck.

"Jennifer, if things do go south on this—"

"Which they won't." She interrupted, looking determined though her voice trembled slightly.

"If they do. I need you to promise me something." Jenny stared at John for a moment before nodding. He looked over to his sons, who were watching them. "Promise me you'll keep them safe."

"Of course. I always do, John."

"No. I mean— I need you to make sure they don't do something stupid that will get them killed." Jenny stayed quiet, and John continued. "And make sure that they get out of this life, even if it takes forever."

She nodded slowly. "I promise, John." He smiled softly, nodding.

"You stay safe, Jenny-B."

"Don't get killed." She watched as John hopped in his truck, driving off.

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Jenny looked through the window of Monica's house from the Impala, watching silently as she and her husband finished their dinner.

Sam and Dean were talking quietly to one another before realizing Jenny had been quieter than usual again. The brothers looked over to see her longingly staring at the couple.

"Jen?" Dean whispered, snapping the girl out of her trance. "You alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine." She answered, the three falling quiet again.

Sam sighed, turning to the two. "This is weird."

"What do you mean?" Jenny asked, looking back to the brothers.

"After all of these years we're finally here. It just doesn't seem real." He scoffed, Dean shrugging.

"We just gotta keep our heads and do our job, like always."

"Yeah but this isn't like always." Sam commented, his brother nodding.

"True."

"Dean.. Jenny. I uh... I want to thank you guys." Jenny frowned, turning back to look at Sam.

"For what?" Dean asked, Sam shaking his head.

"For everything. You guys have always had my back, you know? I've always been able to go to you guys when I needed to. And uhm... I don't know I just wanted to let you know, just in case."

"Whoa whoa whoa, are you kidding me?" Dean snapped quietly, Jenny looking at Sam like he was saying something she didn't want to hear.

"What?"

"Don't say just in case something happens to you. I don't wanna hear that freaking speech man. Nobody's dying tonight. Not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't getting any older than tonight, you understand me?" Dean argued. Sam stared at his brother for a long moment before nodding. The three went back to watching the couple.

After a few minutes, Dean pulled out his phone and dialed John, holding it to his ear. There was the quiet ringing tone before Dean shook his head. "Dad's not answering."

"Bad reception?" Jenny suggested, trying to not thin of the worst.

"Or maybe Meg was late." Sam continued, but Dean didn't look like he was thinking that.

Jenny turned to the radio as it started to play static. "Guys." She uttered, gesturing to the radio. She outstretched her hand, turning the dial on the radio as it played more static.

"It's coming." Sam spoke, the three quickly jumping out of the car and racing to Monica's home.

Jenny stopped at the end of the stairs, looking up at one of the windows to see the shadow of a familiar figure standing, staring at her. There was a flicker of yellow eyes before she followed Sam and Dean quietly in the house.

For a moment, everything was quiet. Then, the floorboards creaked and Dean ducked, barely in time to miss a baseball bat.

"Get out of my house!" Charlie yelled, Jenny ducking as he swung the bat at her. Dean pulled Charlie, grabbing the bat.

"Mr Holden wait!" Sam whisper-yelled, outstretching his arms defensively. Dean pulled Charlie into the wall, holding the bat to his throat.

"Be quiet and listen to me. Be quiet and listen. We are trying to help you." Dean said sharply, still gripping him against the wall.

"Charlie? Is everything okay?" Jenny looked over to the stairs to see Monica standing at the top wearing a nightgown. The same one Sam had said she was wearing in his vision.

"Monica get the baby!" Charlie yelled, still trying to free himself from Dean's grasp.

"Don't go in the nursery!" Sam spoke at the same time, Jenny immediately running towards the stairs.

"You stay away from her!" Charlie screamed, thrashing against Dean. Sam followed Jenny up the stairs, stopping when Monica entered the nursery.

"Oh boy." Jenny muttered, dashing in just in time to see Monica get flown across the room.

"Rosie!" Monica screamed in terror as Sam stood in horror, watching as the mother slid up onto the ceiling.

"Sam! The fucking Colt!" Jenny yelled. Sam immediately snapped out of it, raising the gun at the demon and pulled the trigger. The demon disappeared in a cloud of smoke and Jenny jumped, grunting in pain as Monica fell onto of her.

"Where the hell did it go?!" Sam and Jenny yelled in unison as Monica shot you along with Jenny.

"My baby!" She cried, Jenny grabbing Monica and pushing against her. "My baby!"

"Sam take her!" Sam rushed to Monica, who kept screaming for Rosie and Jenny turned around, picking Rosie up and jumping back as the crib exploded into flames.

Jenny froze for a moment in shock before rushing out after Sam.

Jenny covered Rosie from the smoke, coughing as she ran out of the house and towards the small group.

"Rosie!" Monica cried, Jenny carefully handing the infant to her mother. "Thank you." Jenny only nodded, turning back around as the nursery was lit into flames.

The silhouette of the demon appeared in the window, Sam already starting towards it. Dean grabbed him. "Sam, don't!"

"It's still in there!" He yelled, pulling against his older brother.

"It's too late, Sam! The house is burning down!" Jenny argued.

"I don't care!"

"Well we do!" Dean snapped, the three looking back to see the demon had disappeared.

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Jenny's leg bounced up and down as she tried to call John again, tossing her phone at her bed. "Nothing."

"Somethings wrong." Dean mumbled, Jenny running a hand through her hair anxiously. Sam was staring at the wall ahead of him.

"If you had just let me go in there, I coulda ended all this."

"Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life." There was a short silence before he continued. "And you heard what Jen had said this morning. She's the one that kills this thing."

"You don't know that." Sam turned to Dean, who walked toward the bed.

"So what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?"

Sam stood up, nodding. "Yeah. Yeah you're damn right I am."

"Well that's not going to happen, not as long as I'm around."

"What the hell are you talking about, Dean? We've  been searching for this demon our whole lives. It's the only thing we've ever cared about!"

"Sam I wanna waste it. I do. Okay? But it's not worth dying over."

"What?"

"I mean it. If hunting this demon means getting yourself killed then I hope we never find the damn thing." Dean admitted. Sam turned to Jenny, expecting her to be on his side, but she stayed quiet.

"That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom!" Sam yelled, Dean waving his arms.

"You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone, and they're never coming back."

Sam had lost it, grabbing Dean and throwing him against the wall, pinning him. Jenny stood up quickly, eyes wide. "Don't you say that, not you! Not after all this don't you say that."

"Sam look. The three of us...that's all we have...and it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together man...and without you or Dad....

Sam let go of Dean, walking to the other side of the motel room. He started to tear up. turning back to Dean. "He should have called by now. Try him again."

Jenny huffed as Dean opened his phone again, dialing his dad. For a moment, his phone rang before it picked up. His look of relief was suddenly washed over by anger as he put his phone on speaker. "Where is he?"

"You three will never see him again."

AND NOW WE ARE ON THE LAST EPISODE. SHIT. BALLS. jesus this has been going on for a while.
I truly want to thank everyone who has stayed this long! I love all of you and the hype for this book has been great. stick around for book 2 ❤️