Jenny leaned against the Impala next to Dean, watching as John finished talking to a cop. Sam, who looked to be sulky, stood next to them, his hands shoved in his pockets.

"I don't see why we didn't go over with him." Sam complained as Dean and Jenny groaned in annoyance.

"Oh don't tell me it's already starting." Dean griped, looking at his brother.

"What's starting?" Sam frowned, Dean ignoring him and turned to his dad.

"What have you got?"

"It was them all right. Looks like they're heading west. We'll have to double back to get around that detour." Jenny opened her mouth to speak, shutting it as she didn't feel like arguing with John.

"How can you be so sure?" Sam asked, his dad shooting him a look.

"Sam..." Dean mumbled.

"I just wanna know we're going in the right direction." Sam said sharply to his older brother, John still giving him that look.

"We are."

"How do you know?"

"I found this." John slapped something into Dean's hand.

"It's a....a vampire fang." Dean stated, looking down at the tooth in his hands

"Not fangs, teeth. The second set decends when they attack." John looked at Sam. "Any more questions?" Sam looked away, staying quiet. "All right, let's get out of here, we're losing daylight." He said, walking to his own car. John paused, turning to the Impala. "Hey Dean why don't you touch up your car before you get rust? I would have given it to Jenny of
all people if I thought you were going to ruin it."

Jenny's brows rose and she glanced at Dean, who quickly looked at his car, then to her in shock. He turned to Sam, who was giving his brother an "i told you so" look. Jenny stayed quiet, awkwardly getting into the backseat.

"Gotta love family reunions."

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Jenny glanced over to Dean in the passenger, looking back to the road as she followed John's truck. "Y'know. He's really pissing me off." She spoke up, causing the two brothers to look at her in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked as she shrugged, a hand slumping into her lap as she used the other to steer the wheel.

"This whole thing he's been doing. Showing up out of no where, fighting a monster or some shit and then he's probably going to disappear when we've killed these damn vampires." Jenny rambled, looking at Dean. "Not to mention, he hasn't said anything about this dagger and gun other than they're important."

"Look what matters now is that people are getting killed and we gotta stop it." Dean argued, looking at the computer in his lap. "I'm not saying that what Dad is doing is a dick move, but he's here, and he wants our help."

"Yeah, and that always comes with a price." Jenny said softly, recalling the last time John had specifically asked for her help. Dean glanced over at her, a scar peeking out from her neck, covered by her hair.

Dean sighed, going back to reading. "Vampires nest in groups of eight to ten. Smaller packs are sent to hunt for food. Victims are taken to the nest where the pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks." He read, looking behind him to Sam. "I wonder if that's what happened to that 911 couple."

"That's probably what Dad's thinking. Course it would be nice if he just told us what he thinks." Sam grumbled, leaning back and crossing his arms.

"So it is starting." Dean said under his breath, sinking in his chair.

"What?"

"Sam, we've been looking for Dad all year. Now we're not with him for more than a couple of hours and there's static already? I mean, come on, Dad and Jen were at each other's throats sometimes, but you and Dad fought constantly." Dean complained as Jenny stayed quiet.

"No. Look, I'm happy he's ok, all right? And I'm happy that we're all working together again."

"Well good."

Sam, clearly unable to help himself, cleared his throat. "It's just the way he treats us, like we're children."

"Oh God." Dean rolled his head back in annoyance, covering his face.

"He barks orders at us Dean, he expects us to follow 'em without question. He keeps us on some crap need-to-know deal!" Sam argued as Dean spun to face him.

"He does what he does for a reason."

"What reason?"

"Our job! There's no time to argue, there's no margin for error, all right? That's just the way the old man runs things."

"Yeah well maybe that worked when we were kids but not anymore, all right? Not after everything you, me and Jenny have been through, Dean. I mean, are you telling me you're cool with just falling into line, and letting him run the whole show?" Jenny glanced to Dean, looking back at Sam for a moment to see the challenging expression on his face.

"If that's what it takes."

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Jenny now sat in the backseat, the computer screen lighting her face up as Sam drove, Dean on the phone with his dad.

The roar of the Impala drowned out Dean's voice from up front and Jenny was too drawn into her research to hear him. But, the computer was suddenly slamming into her chest as Sam slammed on the gas. Jenny gripped the back seat with wide eyes, turning her head to see John giving Sam a nasty look.

"Sam what the fuck!" Jenny yelled from the back, slamming into the door as Sam spun the wheel and hit the brakes. He got out of the car, Jenny following after him and Dean. "What the hell is going on?"

"A fight." Dean answered bluntly as John stepped out of his truck, shooting Sam another nasty glare.

"What the hell was that?" John asked as he and Sam walked right up to one another.

"We need to talk." John halted, face to face with his son, the two glaring at one another.

"About what?"

"About everything! Where we going Dad. What's the big deal about this gun and this dagger?"

"Sammy, come on, we can Q and A after we kill all the vampires." Dean chimed in, John gesturing to his eldest son.

"Your brother's right, we don't have time for this."

"Last time we saw you, you said it was too dangerous for us to be together. Now out of the blue you need our help." Sam started, beginning to raise his voice. "Now obviously something big is going down, and we wanna know what!"

"Get back in the car."

"No." Sam spat, his father getting closer.

"I said get back in the damn car." He repeated, seething.

"Yeah. And I said no."

Dean walked up between them, Jenny staying back. "Ok you made your point tough guy. Look we're all tired, we can talk about this later. Sammy, I mean it, come on." Dean grabbed Sam, pushing him back toward the car as Jenny started to head back as well.

"This is why I left in the first place." Sam mumbled, everyone pausing to look at him.

"What'd you say?" John asked, sounding both hurt and angry as Sam swung back around.

"You heard me."

"Yeah. You left. Your brother and me and Jenny. We needed you. You walked away, Sam."

"Sam..." Dean said in a warning tone, glancing between his brother and father."

"You walked away!" John yelled, standing directly in front of Sam.

"Stop it, both of you!" Dean continued, Jenny starting to walk forward.

"You're the one who said don't come back Dad, you closed that door, not me. So instead, you opened a door to Jenny, dragged her along and replaced me with her!" Jenny suddenly stopped, staring at Sam with wide eyes before they turned sour.

"You. Asshole!" Jenny walked up to Sam, punching him square in the jaw. Sam fell to the ground, turning up to look at her in shock. "You don't get to say shit like that!"

"Jenny I didn't—"

"Oh no! You should have just taken the fucking exit, Sam!" She interrupted Sam as Dean just watched in shock. Jenny turned to John, huffing. "I'm riding with you for the rest of this."

Jenny looked at Dean for a moment before walking to John's truck, slamming the passenger door behind her. She watched as Sam stood up, dusting himself off before walking back to the impala.

John got into the passenger seat, looking down at Jenny's fist. "Solid punch." He commented, her expression didn't change.

"I didn't think I was actually gonna punch him." She mumbled, shaking her head. "I didn't— I didn't mean to."

"No, that was a good reason." Jenny looked at John for a moment. "I don't want you to think I was replacing him with you, Jenny-B." Jenny smiled softly at the old nickname, but it dropped quickly after.

"Why did you let me stay, then?" She asked, watching as Dean drove off. John looked to the Impala and smiled.

"Thought Dean would want you around. And since you're still here I'm guessing I was right."

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Jenny, Sam, Dean and John hid behind a large tree, peaking out to look at an old Camaro pull up, and one of the vampires shielding his eyes from the sun.

"Well shit. So they're really not afraid of the sun?" Dean frowned, his dad shook his head.

"No, direct sunlight hurts like a nasty sunburn. The only way to kill 'em is by beheading. And yeah, they sleep during the day— doesn't mean they won't wake up." John whispered, hiding behind the tree again.

"So I guess walking right in's not our best option." Dean stated, glancing to his dad.

"Actually, that's the plan." Jenny looked at Dean with wide eyes, watching as John walked back to his truck. Dean followed quickly after, leaving Sam and Jenny alone.

"Hey, Jenny look I'm really—"

"Yeah. I know. I don't need a chick flick apology scene right now." Jenny and Sam told awkwardly for a moment before Jenny gestured to her jaw. "How's uh..." She trailed off, noticing a small bruise on his jaw.

"I'll be fine. Let's go." Jenny nodded, following Sam to the truck and Impala.

Jenny and Sam joined up with Dean at the trunk of the impala, taking machete's before Dean paused. "Shit. I don't have an extra machete for you." He said, turning to his dad.

John was smiling as he unveiled a massive shiny serrated edge machete from a leather holder. Jenny and Dean's eyes widened, checking the machete out. "I think I'm ok. Thanks. So, you three really wanna know about this Colt?"

"Yes sir." Sam answered as John hid the machete away, leaning against his truck

"It's just a story, a legend really. Well I thought it was. Never really believed it until I read Daniel's letter... Back in 1835, when Halley's comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo. They say Samuel Colt made a gun. A special gun. He made it for a hunter, a man like us only on horseback. Story goes he made thirteen bullets, and this hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. And somehow Daniel got his hands on it." John explained as Jenny crossed her arms.

"And what about this dagger?" She asked. John was quiet for a moment, staring at her.

"In 1756, a steel dagger was constructed and the blade had been carved with sigils no man had ever seen before. This man that made it said he saw it in a vision, that... God or whatever told him to make it. But as soon as he was done... he was killed by a werewolf, and never had the chance to see if it worked."

"Who was the man?" Dean asked as John stared again. He looked at Jenny, who was silently expecting him to say a name she knew.

"Alfred Price. Your ancestor."  Jenny's eyes widened and her crossed arms loosened.

"Ancestor? Wait— Hold on a minute now—"

"Alfred believed that the sigils he carved into the blade would protect him from all kinds of monsters. That it would kill anything he wanted it to. By using his own mind, he summoned a werewolf to see if it would work and... He was killed. He wasn't a very good Hunter." Jenny shook her head in confusion.

"Wait. If this dagger was created by my own really great grandfather... Why have I never heard of it?"

"Because the hunter that took the blade after Alfred died destroyed all evidence that it existed, except for the blade. And then when he died, Daniel probably took it." John explained as Dean looked to Jenny. "Only problem is, it was also forged by Alfred's blood. So it only works with the blood of a Price."

"So what you're saying is... I can only use it? Like the First Blade and Mark of Cain shit?" Jenny asked as they all frowned at her in confusion.

"Do any of you ever read?"

not me foreshadowing shit 🤭