Dean sighed as he scrolled down the list of contacts on his cell phone for his cousin. It had been months since he had last got in contact with her and that was just a text to tell her that they'd seen John, however they had gone their separate ways because they were looking for the thing that killed Mary and a way to kill it, too.

He decided that he should at least call her now but Jenny had a knack for not answering her calls, hence the text before.

He was standing outside a motel room in the dark. Sam and John were inside.

The other line rung a few times and the longer he waited he soon understood that she was not going to answer. It went to voice mail.

"Jen, hey it's Dean since you've probably forgotten what my voice sounds like… Anyway, just thought you should know we found our dad. We're trying to find this demon killing gun so we can get the thing that killed our mom." He sighed. "Call me back, would ya?"

He'd ask if she wanted to get in on hunting the demon, but he knew that she'd probably ask when she called him back. He'd hate to see the girl get hurt, though.

"Still no word from her?" Sam's voice came from the door to the motel room.

Dean glanced around. "No." he said shortly.

Sam walked over to lean against the wall. "You don't think something happened to her, do you?"

"She's gone this long without us, Sam. She's probably fine."

"Shit."

There goes my car, Jenny thought as she watched the explosion from the other end of the road. She squinted at the wreckage actually feeling slightly sorry for the rugaru that had been trapped inside. But really, she hadn't had a choice. She couldn't have that thing running around eating people in the city like it already had its family.

Jenny slid her hands into her pockets, searching for her cell phone until she remembered it had been inside the car. Well that was just perfect.

She took off, knowing it was best to be as far away from the car as possible. It would probably be impossible to trace it back to her since even if the plates did survive the explosion the police would figure out they were fake which would of course lead to the conclusion that the car had been stolen… which was true – but not the point.

Jogging towards a forest she decided to go through there and back to the main road. Find a pay phone a few miles back and call Davis. Yep, sounded like a plan to her.

"What do you mean, you had to blow up the car?" Davis unhappily spoke through the phone. "Do you know what I had to go through to steal that? That, being a BMW."

Jenny sighed. "Look, I'll get you another one, ok?"

"It was a year old, Jenny! One year! What is it about you and blowing things up, huh?"

"Hey, I killed the rugaru, alright?" She pointed out.

Davis paused as if he was considering whether or not to forgive her right away. "I guess you can have that. But still…"

"Aw come on, come and pick me up, please?" she asked, childishly.

"Fine." He gave in.

"Thanks." She smiled, even though she knew he couldn't see.

Somehow a few months passed quietly by. Jenny and Davis hunted a couple of wendigos together saving about half a dozen people that were trapped in the caves. However as much as Jenny wanted to feel like everything was ok again, some kind of feeling was eating her from the inside and she couldn't make it go away. It kept telling her to call Sam and Dean whom she hadn't heard from in almost a year. She tried not to allow herself to think about them. It wouldn't be safe to be around them – this way was best for everyone. Except damn it she lost their number when she lost her cell phone. She might be able to find them if she tried but then she would actually be searching for them and… it just wasn't a good idea.

It was nearly midnight when there was a knock at the front door. Fortunately Jenny had been sitting downstairs watching a movie with a bowl of vanilla ice cream and her leg propped up on a pillow on the coffee table. Wendigos were not very nice sometimes and she had received a gash right down the back of her leg. Not as deep as it could have been but she'd still had enough stitches.

"Davis!" she yelled, not really wanted to get up. There was no answer. Sighing in frustration, she looked around for the remote and turned down the volume on the TV before getting to her feet, wincing.

"This better be good." She muttered to herself. Who knocked on people's doors at midnight anyway?

She flung open the door, ready to bitch to whoever it was when she realised who it was.

"Dean?" she raised her eyebrows. "Sam? Hi! What-," she exclaimed in surprise.

"Hey." said Sam, smiling but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Hi, Jen." Dean sounded grave.

Jenny opened the door wider. "Come in." she said, wondering what was going on. "Sorry, I was going to call but I kind of accidentally blew up my cell phone."

"That explains why we couldn't contact you then." replied Dean as Jenny shut the door behind them.

"Yeah." Jenny glanced at them. "So… uh, you guys want a drink or something?"

There was an awkward silence. "Er, coffee would be great, thanks." said Sam.

"Coffee?" Jenny repeated. "You do know it's midnight, right? Not that I mind or anything, but what are you both doing here at-,"

Dean cut her off. "John's dead."

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