Jenny and Dean shared a confused look with one another and looked back at Sam, who was grinning down at the girl.

"Sam? Oh my god!" Meh shit up from her seat, embracing the tall Winchester. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm just in town, visiting friends." He answered, the woman smiled.

"Where are they?" Meg asked, looking around. Dean and Jenny walked up behind Sam, standing close behind him.

"Well, they're not here right now, but what about you, Meg? I thought you were goin' to California?"

"Oh, I did. I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, and I met what's-his-name, something Michael Murray at a bar." Meg snapped her fingers in thought, still smiling.

"Who?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while." Dean cleared his throat, looking at Sam and Meg.

"You're from Chicago?"

"No, Massachusetts—Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other?" Jenny hummed at the thought, looking to Dean.

"Yeah, I know, I thought I'd never see you again." Sam chuckled as Meg grinned in amusement. Jenny kept glancing to her suspiciously, eyeing the blonde slowly.

"Well, I'm glad you were wrong." Dean cleared his throat again, louder this time. "Dude, cover your mouth." Meg snapped, looking at the older Winchester.

Sam looked behind him to Dean and Jenny. "Yeah, um, I'm sorry, Meg. This is, uh—this is my brother, Dean. And Jenny."

"This is Dean... And Jenny?" Sam nodded, gesturing to the two behind them.

"Only my friends call me Jenny." She spoke up, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her overalls. Jenny stepped slightly back from Meg as the hairs on the back of her neck rose, glancing to Dean. Meg raised her hands in defense as Dean smirked.

"So, you've heard of us?" He looked to his brother, who rolled his eyes.

"Oh, yeah. I've heard of you two." Meg turned to Dean. "Nice— the way you treat your brother like luggage." Meg gave him a deadpanned expression, looking him up and down in disgust. She turned to Jenny, who was silently expecting the same treatment. "You seem to be better. For now."

"Sorry?" Dean asked in confusion, looking at Jenny, who looked to Sam, then back to Meg.

"Why don't you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over God's green earth." Jenny's eyes widened in shock, looking between Meg and Dean.

"Meg, it's all right." The four looked around awkwardly,  Dean whistling lowly.

"Okay, awkward. Me and Jen gonna get a drink now." Dean and Jenny spun on their heels and walked back to their table. Jenny waved down a bartender, looking back to Sam and Meg, glaring softly. "What?" Dean frowned, Jenny shaking her head.

"I don't know. But something just doesn't feel right about that Meg girl." Jenny gestured to the blonde that was striking a conversation with Sam, Dean looking back over at her.

"I think you're just paranoid." Dean spoke, taking a shot from the bartender as he walked up. Jenny grabbed the other shot, looking at it carefully before downing it.

Sam walked back to the two, Jenny setting her shot glass down. "So. Who was the chick?"

"I don't really know. I met her once. Wasn't expecting to see her again. It's a little weird, don't you think?" Sam chuckled as Jenny crossed her arms and leaned on the table.

"And what was she saying? I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitchin' about me to some chick?" Dean complained as Sam sighed. Jenny looked around awkwardly.

"Look, I'm sorry, really. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. But that's not important, just listen—"

"Well, is there any truth to what she's saying? I mean, am I keeping you against your will, Sam?" Jenny gave the two a knowing look, grabbing a beer from a walking bartender and popped the cap off.

"No, of course not. Now, would you two listen?" Sam snapped, frowning at the two in front of him.

"What?" Jenny and Dean asked in unison, though Jenny's was muffled by beer.

"I think there's somethin' strange going on here."

"And how did you come to that conclusion, Albert?" Jenny asked, setting her beer down as Dean and Sam turned to her. "Was it the uh— the slaughtered waitress in a locked apartment, or the stranger you met once suddenly here, in the same bar murdered waitress worked in?"

Sam frowned at her, displeased, then turned to his brother, who shrugged. "I mean, she isn't wrong."

"Yeah I know she's not—" Jenny cleared her throat, outstretching her hand.

"Hi. Miss Know-It-All Paranoia. Nice to meet you." Sam didn't shake her hand and Jenny dropped it. "Alls I'm saying. You met this Meg chick what... Barely a month ago? And out of all the bars in Chicago, we see her in this one?"

"Maybe it's just a coincidence." Dean suggested as Jenny shook her head.

"It's never a coincidence, Dean-o. Not for us." Sam looked back to the front door and frowned softly, huffing.

"Do me a favor, Jenny. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts, and see if you can't dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor." Sam grabbed his jacket as Jenny smiled, turning to Dean.

"Look. He asked me specifically to do som—" Jenny's words were muffled by Dean's hand covering her face and pushing her away from him jokingly. Jenny laughed, grabbing her jacket and paused for a moment, then turned to Sam. "Wait. Where are you going?"

"I'm going to watch Meg. I just wanna see what's what." Dean hummed in amusement, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"All right, you little pervert."

"Dude." The three walked out of the bar, Dean laughing.

"Yeah yeah. We're going. Oh, take all the time you want." Dean smirked as he wrapped an arm over Jenny's shoulder, and Sam rolled his eyes. Dean and Jenny walked across the street to their motel, leaving Sam behind.

"So. Research first or research first?" Jenny suggested as Dean hummed, glancing down at her. "Unless you don't have the right materials—"

"Oh trust me, I don't forget now. But... Maybe we should actually do some research on this Meg girl first."

"Sure. Get the case out of the way first."

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In the motel room, Jenny was searching for Meg in Massachusetts, sighing quietly. "Yep. Meg Master exists." She spoke up, breaking the silence. Dean looked at her with a soft frown.

"And you're upset about that?" He asked. Jenny only shrugged, not answering. Dean grabbed his cell, clicking a few buttons before pressing it to his ear. "Let me guess... You're lurking outside that poor girls apartment?"

Dean chuckled before putting his phone in speaker. "You've got a funny way of showin' your affection."

Sam groaned in annoyance through the phone. "Did you find anything on her or what?"

"Yep. She's in the clear." Jenny said, looking back at her computer again. "Meg Masters. Gotta say, she had some nice hair in high school." Jenny joked, causing Dean to snort a laugh.

"What about the symbol? Any luck?"

"Actually, yeah. I finally figured out what it is. It's like... two thousand or so years before Christ. Zoroastrian. It's a sigil for Daeva." Jenny continued, scribbling something in her journal.

"What's Daeva?" Sam asked, Dean leaning towards his cell.

"It translates to "demon of darkness". Zoroastrian demons, and they're savage, animalistic, you know, nasty attitudes—kind of like, uh, demonic pit bulls." He chuckled, Jenny shaking her head at the thought.

"And the thing about Daeva's. They have to be summoned." Jenny clasped Sam's computer closed, sliding the journal to the side. "Conjured, if you want to use big boy words."

"Summoned? So someone's controlling it." Sam concluded, Jenny and Dean sharing a look. "Do you know what it looks like?"

"Well, nobody knows, but nobody's seen 'em for a couple of millennia. I mean, summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. I think we've got a major player in town. Now, why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?" Jenny's eyes widened at Dean's dumb grin, humming softly.

"Bite me."

"No, bite her. Don't leave teeth marks, though—" Dean was cut off by the sound of his phone beeping. "Sam? Are you—?" Jenny chuckled in amusement, Dean shooting her a glare.

"I'll bet you $50 it's Meg doing the summoning." Jenny suggested as Dean's brows raised.

"And if you're wrong?" He questioned, leaning forward again.

"I'm never wrong. But if I am... Then I'll show you whatever the hell a strip-o-gram is." Dean's brows perked up again and he smirked, shrugging.

"Ah, you'll do it anyways."

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After a while, Sam had finally gotten back to the motel, but with the look on his face, Jenny and Dean knew what had gone down.

And before Sam couldn't even start talking, Jenny had her hand out to Dean, who was annoyingly fishing through his pockets and grabbed his wallet.

"So. Little Meg is summoning the Daeva?" Dean asked as Sam paused, frowning.

"Yeah. How did you—?" Dean slapped two twenty's and a ten into Jenny's hand, cursing under his breath as she smirked.

"Lucky guess." She shrugged, and Sam shook his head. "Awe, don't be so upset, Samurai. I'm sure there are other murderous girls who would love to bang you."

"Hey!" Sam griped and Dean snorted, the three sitting down. "Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing. And was using a bowl for communication."

"So, Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl." Dean chuckled and Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance. "And what's the deal with that bowl again?"

"She was talking into it. The way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone."

"With the Daeva?" Jenny tilted her head. Sam shook his head.

"No, you said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's giving her orders. Someone who's comin' to that warehouse." Jenny and Dean shared a look, thoughts running through their heads. Dean turned to a pile of files on the table, standing up and rummaging through them.

After a moment, his brows raised. "Holy shit." He mumbled. Sam and Jenny turned to me. "The first victim, the old man—he spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born."

Sam took the file from Dean, eyes widening. "Lawrence, Kansas."

"Wait what?" Jenny snatched the file, looking at it. "Oh boy."

"And Meredith, second victim—turns out she was adopted. And guess where she's from." Dean flipped the file and pointed to a segment, Jenny and Sam reading it.

"Holy shit." The muttered in unison. "I mean, it is where the demon killed Mom. That's where everything started. So, you think Meg's tied up with the demon?" Sam continued as Jenny leaned back slightly.

"I think it's a definite possibility." Dean tossed the file back in the table, sitting down in a chair.

"But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?" Sam asked.

"Maybe Lawrence is like a uh— A beacon for demons or the supernatural?" Jenny suggested. Sam and Dean shrugged.

"Beats me. But I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation." Dean smiled sarcastically as Jenny stood up, grabbing her jacket from her chair.

"No, we can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We've gotta stake out that warehouse. We've gotta see who, or what, is showin' up to meet her."  The three glanced around at one another, and Jenny shrugged.

"I don't care how we do it. As long as I'm putting a bullet in someone's head." Jenny said as she reloaded her gun, Sam and Dean frowning at her.

"Look, Jen, we can't kill Meg. For all we know she's still human." Dean argued.

"Yeah. A human that has most likely killed people. To me that sounds like a monster." She shoved her gun into her belt, hiding it behind her flannel. Jenny shrugged again. "And whose to say she's not a demon? Or a witch. I've killed plenty of witches."

"Well..." Sam started, and sighed quietly as he trailed off.

"If we're doing this. We aren't doing it alone." Dean continued, and Jenny smiled softly.

"You guys got me! Oh wait..." She frowned.

Dean and Sam once again shared a look. And Jenny huffed, glancing between them. "You mean your dad, too, don't you?"