Jenna woke up at about six and took a shower. Dean and Sam were already up, packing their things. When Jenna went into the shower, Dean brought up last night.

"Thanks, Sam. I really appreciate you giving me some time with Jenna," Dean said as he zipped up his duffel bag.

"Hey, no problem. I didn't really want to see that again, anyway," Sam said, walking out of the motel room and going to the car. He set his stuff in the trunk and came back. "So, how was it?"

"Are you really asking me that question?"

"Yup."

"Well, alright then," Dean said, raising an eyebrow. "It was awesome," Dean whistled, "she's got this trick: She licks my lips, not hers. And she even knows where all my sweet spots are," Dean laughed.

"Oh, God. Why did I even ask? But, Dean, she's been living with you for two weeks. Speaking of which, now you've got to get her a birthday present."

"Yeah. She said she liked to read, so, I think I'll ask her what her favorite book is. But, you'll have to get her a present, too!"

"I've already got one. It's, um, a bottle of perfume."

"Perfume, really?"

"Yeah, did she have any on last night?"

"She did, it smelled kind of like oranges. It was really great."

"Good, for you, Dean," Sam pat his brother on the back. Jenna came out of the shower and packed her things in under a minute. She ordered everything in the room and packed her things in the car. Jenna was opening the motel door and Dean walked out the same time she walked in.

"Oh, hey," Dean said, kissing her.

"Hey," Jenna said, pulling away quickly. She walked inside and grabbed her electronics. Jenna walked out of the room with her hands full, stepping aside Dean. Dean was still standing where they kissed, a look of shock on his face. Jenna set her electronics in the back seat and got in on the driver's side. She plugged her ear buds into her laptop and started typing.

"What the hell was that all about?" Dean asked after composing himself.

"Hmm, what?" Sam said, shutting the trunk of the car.

"I kissed her and she totally blew me off!"

"Maybe she didn't like last night," Sam scoffed, getting into the car. Dean went around the front of the car and got in. He stared her up and drove off.

"Who couldn't like last night?! It was some of my best work."

"Okay, I didn't need to know that. The image is permanently etched into my brain now," Sam shuddered.

"Natural way of life, Sam! But look at her, she's ignoring me," Dean said, looking back at Jenna.

"I don't know what to tell you, Dean! Talk to her yourself."

"Get her attention."

"Oh, no. The last time I tried to get her attention when she was listening to music, she almost bit my head off. I think you and I can both wait."

"Fine," Dean growled.

Jenna stayed in the car each time Dean stopped for food. When Sam stopped at a motel, Jenna put her ipod in her back pocket, keeping the ear buds in, and carried her stuff in. She sat on the couch and turned her ipod off, unpacking her things.

"Jenna, you weren't a virgin before, were you?" Dean asked, sitting down.

"I was, actually."

"Wow. Where did you learn all those…moves?"

"I can't tell you all of my secrets, now can I?" Jenna laughed.

"So, what was with you earlier?"

"You really wanna know?"

"Girl problems?"

"Girl problems."

"Alright, that's all I needed to know," Dean said as he set his hand on his knee and stood up.

"I figured as much," Jenna said as Sam walked in.

"So, did you find out what was going on?" he whispered.

"Yeah."

"What was it?"

"One, she was a virgin, and two, she is dealing with feminine…um…"

"Okay, I understand, you don't need to strain yourself. Wait, you said she was a virgin?!"

"Yup. Not anymore, anyways."

"And she had tricks?! Where the hell does she learn all this stuff?"

"She didn't tell me," Dean said as he walked up to his bed. Jenna looked up at the clock, it was only eleven forty-five.

"Ugh, why is it so early?! I'm so tired," Jenna mumbled to herself. She stood up and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She came out shortly and put her pjs on. "G'night," she said as she lay down on the couch.

"Um, you wanna take my bed?" Dean asked.

"Oh, you're so thoughtful, Dean," Jenna laughed and Sam and Dean chuckled. "Sure, thanks." She got up and kissed him, throwing her stuff next to the bed. Jenna jumped onto the bed and went under the covers. Dean took off his pants and went under the covers as well.

"I didn't know you were that into her," Sam mumbled. He climbed in his own bed after shutting off the lights.

Sam, Dean, and Jenna all got up around six. They took their turns in the shower, packed up, and left by seven. Dean drove for hours, stopping once for gas and once for food.

"Man, it been a while since we've hunted anything," Dean said, striking up conversation.

"Yeah, but I've looked, and I've not found anything in all the areas we've been through," Sam replied.

"Well, what about this Willow Creek?"

"Willow Creek?"

"Yeah, we just passed the 'welcome' sign. It's a small town just off of Lander."

"I'll look for something, but I don—"

"Found something!" Jenna interrupted. She had her computer on her lap on her ipod turned off.

"I thought you were listening to your ipod," Sam said, confused.

"Nope. I saw your lips movin' and I took them out. Anyways, I found three deaths in the past eight weeks, all of the victims young."

"Anything else?"

"It says here: A man, identified as Robert Dia, at age thirty-five, died by driving off a small cliff. Car fell into river. Said to be suicide. Miss Josephine Sala was said to commit suicide by jumping off small cliff into the river. Her body was found, washed up on shore, torn up. Rock climbing expert, Andrew Cocina, fell to his death while climbing the small cliff above the river. Those were just excerpts from the pages."

"Probably a ghost tied to the cliff and river," Dean said redundantly.

"I'm working on it," Jenna said, opening up tab after tab of death reports.

"Let's stop for the night. What do you want to go in as, Sam? FBI agents, detectives, or reporters?" Dean asked, smirking.

"Not reporters…How about detectives?"

"Will do, Sammy!"

"But, you know you can't go, right, Jenna?" Sam asked her.

"I know, I look too young…Oh, how about I go to the school and ask the kids and teachers?" Jenna asked hopefully.

"You could go as a seventeen year old," Dean said, pulling into a motel.

"Thanks," Jenna said, getting out of the car and heading to the trunk. Dean unlocked the door and soon enough, they piled their stuff into their motel room. "I'll go Monday."

"It's settled then," Sam said, sitting on the couch.