Chapter 7
Later that evening the Winchesters pulled up to the parking lot at Moose Lodge and parked next to a familiar blue car. They got out of their car and walked towards the door of the main building so they could check in. However, when they walked in they saw Jen walking up to them, a key dangling from her hand.
"I'll sleep on the floor if you pay for it," she said, handing Dean the key, "There was only one room left and I don't exactly have money..."
Sharing a glance with Sam to see if he consented, Dean slowly voiced their approval of her proposal, "Okay... How much?" He then paid her the amount she stated, then they started towards where they were staying.
When Sam opened the door, the trio was surprised to see how well-kept the place was. There was a modern looking TV in front of a pull-out couch, a one-person couch next to it, a dining table, and a queen-size bed in the corner. There was a small "kitchen" that included a sink, toaster, oven, microwave and refrigerator. The door to the bathroom had a full-length mirror on it and pinned to the mirror were the fire escape routes. There were also dressers and everything else one might expect in a motel room.
All in all, it was pretty nice for the low price that they were paying.
"I'll take the bed," Sam and Dean said simultaneously. Eyebrows were raised and a 'rock paper scissors' match broke out, which Sam won. Dean looked distastefully at the couch.
"Alright," Sam began, looking at Jen, "We know that you're a trusted hunter, and that you're interested in this case for rather... secretive reasons..."
"And I know that you've called Robert Singer, and he's probably already told you more about me that I would have told you." she interrupted. "Like the fact that I've been working on my own for a while, and he probably even mentioned a yellow eyed demon,"
"Yes, he did tell us those things, and that you shouldn't be working alone. So we've decided to work with you until you find a new partner or whatever." Sam told her.
"This better not turn into a damn babysitting job." Dean warned.
"Don't worry, the longest you'll have to wait is 6 months." she said.
"Why? You got plans or something?" Dean joked.
"Something like that." she answered evasively, unintentionally causing the brief awkward silence that followed.
"So... besides what Bobby told us, is there anything that we should know?" Sam asked, wanting to know a little more about the girl they were sharing a motel room with.
"Umm... I've pretty much been working alone the past few years, much against my uncle's wishes. I basically live in my car, it's the only thing I own. I'm broke, the only way I really make money is when I'm hired for a case, which doesn't really happen, you know how it is." she replied awkwardly.
"What about you're accent?" Dean asked. After Sam's reproachful look he quickly defended himself, "What? You were curious too!"
"I was raised with the Italian language and the professor who taught me English was from Britain." she answered, sort of used to the question.
"Okay, anything else? We still don't exactly know much about you." Sam prodded.
"Well, I'm allergic to peanuts and my favorite color is blue." was Jen's reply. "If I think of anything important that I feel like telling you, I will."
"What about.."
"Enough with the twenty questions, Sam. Let's maybe worry about the case a little, yeah?" Dean chided. Jen looked relieved to be put out of the spotlight.
"So, signs are pointing to a demon deal, we all agree on that, right?" Sam began.
"Yes, and I think we're all having our suspicions about this being the dad's deal, not directly Anna's." Jen put in.
"Maybe he sold Anne's soul?" Dean continued.
"But is that even possible? To sell someone else's soul?" Sam countered.
"I've already told you that it is." Jen reminded them.
"How exactly do you know that, though?" Dean asked.
"I've dealt with a case involving it before." was her cool reply.
"How did you solve it? Maybe that could work again," Sam suggested.
"I didn't solve it, not yet at least. But you mentioned a friend you could contact. Maybe you should call him, seeing as we've only been able to state what we already know."
"Dean tried calling him in the car, he didn't answer." Sam told her.
"Are you sure he hasn't changed his number? Hunters do that sometimes." Jen tried.
"Cas doesn't exactly have a phone, and he's not exactly a hunter either." Dean stated.
"Cas? Is he like a consultant or something, then?"
"Have you ever heard of angels?" Sam asked.
Thrown off by the seemingly random question, Jen answered, "Of course, mostly just stories from the Bible, but I've never dealt with one before. I'm not even sure that they take form on Earth."
"Well they do. They "possess" humans with their permission. They have wings that human eyes can't see and the only way to contact them is praying." Dean said.
"Castiel is an angel." Sam concluded.
"Oh. So, what? Are we just supposed to wait for him, or what?" Jen asked, confused about how they were going to meet with this 'Cas' that the Winchesters spoke of.
"Look's like." Dean answered. "He usually shows up after a few days."
"Well, let him know the sooner the better. It's already bad enough that that girl should have to spend any time in Hell, so the faster we can find a solution, the better." she told him, unnaturally blue eyes imploring him to do so.
"I've already told him that, so now we've just gotta wait for him." Dean answered. She nodded her thanks and stood up from the chair.
"I have salt and markers in that blue bag," she said, pointing to the blue sports bag on the table. "After we get the salt lines and sigils set up, I, for one, am going to bed."
The three of them then proceeded to put up the salt lines and other things that would protect them from harmful beings of the supernatural kind.
When Jen disappeared into the bathroom, Sam turned to Dean, "She's hiding something."
"I know."
"Do you think it has to do with the case?" Sam asked.
"I think so." Dean answered his brother honestly. "Whatever she's not telling us, it's important, and it has to do with this case."
Time chose that moment for Jen to reappear in a T-shirt and shorts while brushing her teeth. She looked at the brothers with curious grey eyes, almost as if she knew they had been talking about her.
'Wait a minute' Sam thought, 'Earlier she had blue eyes.'
Dean must have noticed the same thing.
"Didn't you have blue eyes earlier," Dean asked. In answer, Jen held up a container of color contacts, unable to answer vocally because she was still brushing her teeth. Either way, Dean got the message. Jen returned to the bathroom to spit, when she came back, she elaborated a bit more.
"I like to change my eye-color significantly," she explained. "That way, if someone's ever looking for me, one of my most distinct features will be the color of my eyes, but that will change once I leave town. I keep my red-hair, though. I'll only ever change it if I need to."
She then walked over to the side of the room with the bed on it and set up her pillow and blanket on the floor. "Good night gentlemen," she said as she turned over and relaxed, not even caring that the lights were still on or that neither of her companions were even tired.
A/n : this chapter was still introducing Jen. Sorry if it was a bit boring, but Cas will be here soon. What is Jen hiding? And why doesn't she want to tell the boys?
Also I apologize for any spelling mistakes or any random letters through-out this story, my cat decided he likes to sit on my key-board while I type. Yep, typical fangirl, writing fanfiction while my cat learns to type.
This is actually me (the author of "Twisted Deals") by the way, and a BIG thank you to 'Kimuthy99' for posting this on her site. Also a big thanks to anyone who reads this and a bigger thanks to anyone who reviews. (Tell me if I'm awesome/sucky/weird/pointless or whatever... I really just want to know what you think :)
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