Jenny shut the trunk of the Impala and shoved her gun in her pants, walking back over to Sam and Dean. Sam grabbed the chain that locked the fence and frowned.

"Oh, come on Sammy. Don't tell me you've never hopped the fence of an abandoned asylum before?" Jenny joked as she grabbed onto the chain link, climbing over it as Sam and Dean watched. She hopped down from the top, looking back at the two of them from the other side.

"You two just gonna stand there? Come on." She grabbed her flashlight from her belt loop, turning it on and shining it in the boys faces before walking off. Rattling came from behind her, followed by two thuds and a chorus of cursing. Jenny turned around and beamed the flashlight on Sam, who was stacked on top of Dean.

"Really?" She raised a brow as the two scrambled to stand up. She looked down at Sam's pants, which were torn. She slowly looked back up, a part of his pants caught on the fence. Jenny covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, Sam glaring at her.

Sam rolled his eyes before walking past Jenny and into the asylum. Turning back to Dean, he had a wide grin on his face as he held a small knife. Jenny frowned at him, following after Sam.

"Oh, come on it was funny!"

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Jenny waved her flashlight around as well as Sam and Dean, who were examining the asylum slowly.

"So apparently the cops chased the kids here....into the south wing." Sam waved his flashlight past Jenny, indicating to a door.

"South wing, huh? Wait a second—" Dean pulled out his dad's journal from his inside pocket, Jenny frowning in confusion as she questioned how big the pocket was. "1972. Three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived. Way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place. "

"So... The south wing had something go down. Fun." Jenny turned back to the boys as Dean shut the journal, pocketing it.

"But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" Jenny raised her brows.

"Spelunking? Last time I checked, this place isn't a cave." She joked as Sam continued looking around, humming

"Looks like the doors are usually chained." He stated the obvious, walking over to one of the doors and rattling the broken chain around. "Could've been chained up for years."

"Keep the people out." Jenny mumbled, eyeing the boys. "Or keep something in."

"A ghost? Poltergeist?" Sam questioned as Jenny shrugged.

"I think I would have felt something if it were a poltergeist. Considering our last hunt." Jenny reminded as the two boys fell silent, and she sucked in a breath. "Come on."

Sam slowly pushed the door in front of him open, Jenny pausing for a moment as a cold rush blew in her face. Sam and Dean started walking forward, Jenny holding a frown before joining them.

"Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel." Dean joked as Sam shot him a glare.

"Dude, enough."

"I'm serious. You gotta be careful, all right? Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going on." Sam glared at his brother before gesturing to Jenny.

"I'm not the only one that's been picking up strange vibes." He frowned as Jenny slapped him in the arm.

"I'm not the one getting weird dreams." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell." Dean waved an EMF around, which was buzzing, but so far, nothing.

"You get any reading on that thing or not?" Sam asked quietly. Dean clicked his tongue.

"Nope. Of course, it doesn't mean no one's home."

"Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day." Jenny looked out one of the windows before following the boys again.

"Yeah, the freaks come out at night." Sam nodded as Dean paused, holding his arm out to stop Sam. Jenny looked over at the two as Dean deadpanned.

"Hey Sam, who do you think is the hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?" Jenny chuckled as Sam pushed Dean, walking away.

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Jenny, Sam and Dean had found what appeared to be the more physical treatment of the abandoned asylum. Jenny aimed her flashlight at rusty needles, going to pick one up before pausing, stepping back.

Dean whistled quietly as he looked at one of the torn chairs. "Electro-shock. Lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo Nest." He chuckled as Jenny frowned at him. Sam ignored Dean, whose smile dropped.

"A lot of the residents here had some severe mental problems." Jenny started as she walked to one of the walls, looking at a plaque. "Some were murderers. Others just purely psychotic. They thought that those treatments would help them but it only made them worse. More violent."

A long pause before Dean cleared his throat. "So.. What are we thinking? Ghosts possessing people?"

"Maybe. Or maybe it's more like Amityville, or the Smurl hunting." Sam spoke up as the three continued to look around, Jenny picking up a magnifying glass.

"Spirits driving them insane. Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining." Dean grinned again as Jenny raised it to his face, and she frowned again.

"Dean." Sam caught the attention of both of the Hunter's. "When are we going to talk about it?"

"About what?" His brother raised his brows in confusion.

"About the fact Dad's not here."

"Oh. I see. How 'bout...never." Jenny held her frown at the two boys, sett the magnifying glass down.

"I'm being serious, man. He sent us here—"

"So am I, Sam." Dean interrupted as Jenny crossed her arms at the two. "Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll pick up the search later."

"It doesn't matter what he wants." Sam snapped as Jenny and DeanMs eyes widened, the older Winchester waving a finger at his brother.

"See. That attitude? Right there? That is why I always get the extra cookie." Jenny rolled her eyes before walking out of the room, deeper into the hall.

"Brothers." She muttered to herself, using the moonlight to guide her down the hall.

A clank grabbed the girls attention, turning her head to an open door. A cold wind wafted into her face, that sickening feeling from the Winchester house bubbling into Jenny's stomach again. But it felt worse.

"Ellicott." A voice whispered into Jenny's ear and she spun around, gun now in her hand and ready to shoot.

"Woah!" Dean raised his hands up in defense. "Put the damn gun down!" He yelled as Jenny lowered her gun.

The turned away and threw up.

"Jen?" The woman groaned in disgust, holding onto a bar on the window. She threw up again, hoping the feeling would disappear soon. "Jen." Dean stepped over, resting his hand in the girls back as she wiped her mouth. "You alright?"

She shook her head. "That was disgusting." She complained, standing up straight as Sam walked over.

"What's going on?" Sam frowned as Jenny waved a finger by her ear.

"I think I heard a name... And then I threw up." The two boys shared an odd look.

"Sanford Ellicott?" They assumed. Jenny raised her brows in suspicion, nodding slowly.

"Just.. Ellicott though. Let's get out of here before I— Oh god." Jenny turned around again, going to throw up before forcing herself not to.

"Yeah, we're going." Dean wrapped his arm over Jenny's shoulder, the woman walking closely next to him as she tried to hold her stomach together, the sick feeling slowly dissipating as they got further away from the south wing.

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"Hey, I found someone." Sam said from the table as Jenny sat on the floor in the bathroom. Of course, it wasn't voluntary. Dean forced her to sit by the damn toilet in case she threw up again.

"What?" Jenny called out from the bathroom as she opened the door, still on the ground.

"James Ellicott. He's a local psychiatrist." Jenny hummed, turning to see Dean laying in the bed, reading through his dad's journal. "I think I'm gonna check him out tomorrow. See if he knows anything about the asylum."

Jenny nodded, resting against the door. "Good idea. I think I'm going to uh— stay back. You guys can go find what you can."

Sam and Dean shared another look. "Are you sure your okay, Jenny?" Sam asked as she scoffed, nodding.

"Me? I'm great. Totally fine. Not like I just threw up my dinner an hour ago." She yawned, slowly standing up. "I say we attempt to get our four hours in."

Jenny walked over to the bed Dean was laying in, plopping down fast first next to him. Sam gave Dean a sly smirk, and the older Winchester shot him a glare. Sam shut his laptop, walking towards the door and flicking the lights off before going to his own bed.

Dean stayed propped up in the bed for a moment before slowly sinking down, resting his head in the pillow. Jenny was already knocked out by the time Dean got himself situated, the soft hum of her breathing being the only thing to keep him from silently panicking.

He turned himself to face Sam's bed, shutting his eyes as he made an attempt to sleep.

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By the time Dean woke up, Sam was gone, most likely left when his brother refused to wake up. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, about to sit up before freezing in his spot.

Jenny's arm was splayed over his stomach, her head resting in his chest, rising and falling as he breathed.

Dean stared down at Jenny for a moment before smiling softly, resting his head back down on the pillow.

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"You sure you haven't just.. Caught something?" Dean asked as he sat at the foot of the bed, Jenny propped up against the head as she nodded.

"I haven't thrown up since we left the asylum. So you're welcome for not puking burgers and fries in your backseat." She smiled, crossing her arms as Dean nodded. He fell silent for a moment, raising Jenny's suspicion. "What?"

"Nothing." He lied, standing up and walking over to the small fridge in the motel, grabbing a beer.

"Dean it's 8:37." Jenny frowned as he turned to her and smiled, popping the cap off.

"Isn't happy hour anytime?" He asked, walking back over and sat in Sam's bed, taking a sip of his beer. Jenny hummed in amusement.

"For you, it's every minute of the day." Jenny kicked her legs off the bed, now facing Dean. Dean set his beer down on the nightstand, clasping his hands together as he leaned forward, staring at Jenny.

She stared back, a small smile on her face. "Is this the silence before a long speech, or the silence before one of us finally confesses something?" Dean chuckled, rubbing his face nervously.

"I'd say the second one.. But I know us." Jenny pressed her lips together, her smile growing as she leaned closer, her and Dean's face only a few inches away from each other.

"Don't have to confess the obvious." Dean's eyes stayed glued to her lips, the two slowly leaning forward.

As their lips barely grazed, the door swung open, Jenny and Dean flinging theirselves away from each other. Jenny fell off the bed, crashing against the wall as Sam froze in the doorway.

"Oh— Sorry did I—" Jenny stayed hidden in embarrassment, covering her face as she cursed to herself. Dean was glaring at his brother, who smiled sheepishly. "Um... I got some stuff in the asylum?"

Jenny slowly reappeared from behind the bed, watching as Sam shut the door, walking to the table.

"Couldn't take another hour or two?" Dean frowned as Sam gave him a half-assed apology look. Dean sighed. "What did you find?"

"The south wing? It's where the housed the really hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane."

"Sounds cozy." Dean joked in an attempt to fix the awkward atmosphere, Jenny still covering most of her face to hide the nervous blush in her cheeks.

"Yeah. And one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff. Attacked each other."

"So... the patients took over the asylum?" Jenny asked as she sat down on her bed, Sam nodded

"Any deaths?" Dean tilted his head towards his brother, crossing his arms.

"Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our chief of staff, Ellicott."

"What do you mean, never recovered?" Dean asked as Sam shrugged.

"Cops scoured every inch of the place but I guess the patients must've...stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden." Dean frowned, clicking his tongue.

"That's grim."

"Yeah. So, they transfered all the remaining patients and closed the hospital down."

"So, violent deaths... no bodies found." Jenny rolled the her heels as she spoke, crossing her arms.

"And a bunch of angry spirits." Sam mumbled, and Dean smiled forcefully, shrugging.

"Good times. Let's check out the hospital tonight."

did you really think i'd let them kiss? it's only episode 10 pull yourself together
anyways hopefully it should happen soon but who knows 👀👀