It was much cooler inside the house than outside. Jenny led Sam and Dean into a large kitchen. It had a stone floor and a huge fire place. There were marble countertops and oaken cabinets lining the walls, and the bar area had oak stools around. Jenny motioned for Sam and Dean to sit on the stools. She set out two glasses and poured them some lemonade from the refrigerator behind her.
"Now, if you two will excuse me, I need to go change." Jenny turned and exited the kitchen by a flight of stairs. Sam waited until her feet disappeared before speaking.
"I think she was attacked by something."
"What makes you think that?" Sam got up and walked to the doorway. He bent down and drew his hand across four marks. Dean realized they were blood stains from where Jenny had brushed up against it. The marks were the same distance apart as Sam's fingers.
"Because those are claw marks."
Jenny came back a few minutes later, wearing a T-shirt and fresh jeans. She had color back in her cheeks and was hardly limping.
"Sorry about that. I just didn't want to get dirt everywhere." There was a loud crashing sound and Sam and Dean jumped to their feet. They heard the sound of dog feet running on a wooden floor. Duke, the German Shepard, came running into the kitchen, and nearly knocked the brothers down.
"Duke! Bad dog! I told you to stay in the laundry room!" But Jenny couldn't stop laughing. "He's a good dog, really. Just a little to friendly sometimes."
Sam reached down and scratched the dog behind the ears. "That's okay, I like dogs."
Jenny went to one of the numerous cabinets and pulled out another glass. She filled it with lemonade and set it on the table. She pulled a plate out of another cabinet and set it on the table. It was filled with cookies.
"Help yourselves to one. They're double chocolate chip." Each of the brothers took one, but Sam didn't eat his. He realized that Duke was sitting much straighter than he was before. And he was staring intently at Sam. Jenny smiled.
"He wants a piece of your cookie. Otherwise he will keep inching closer until he can almost reach it."
"May I?"
"Sure." Sam broke off part of the cookie and fed it to the dog. Duke munched happily on it, sending crumbs everywhere.
"Don't worry about the crumbs, he'll just eat them later."
"So, Jenny." This was the first time Dean had spoken since she gotten back, "How old is this house?" Jenny shrugged.
"I'm not exactly sure. Some ancestor of mine had it built right after the Civil War. It was for his wife. It's been passed down ever since then." Duke had stopped begging for food from Sam and had gone to Jenny.
"So, are your parents…" Sam started to say but stopped.
"Dead?" Jenny finished for him. "My father is. He died from a brain tumor. My mother is living happily in Florida, playing bingo and not complaining about the cold Indiana winters. What about you guys? Why are you all the way out here?" Dean answered these questions.
"Our Mom died when we were young. Our Dad is out hunting and we were going to join him. We are just passing through here, but I think we're lost."
"If you keep going the way you were going, you will hit a highway."
"Hey, thanks."
"You guys aren't thinking of leaving now are you? It's too dark. You wouldn't make it a mile without getting a flat or going off the road. You know, I have guest rooms, you can stay the night." Once again, Dean answered.
"That would be great. Are you sure you don't mind though?"
"No, of course not. If you guys want to get your stuff, I'll open the guest rooms up." Dean nodded. He got up and Sam followed his lead, giving Jenny a smile. She turned and went up the flight of stairs again. Sam and Dean left the same way they had come in. They got a better look at the main hall. It had carpeted stairs and wooden floors.
"Who was her ancestor?" Dean whispered, "The President? You know this had to cost a fortune." Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"People's fortunes change. Maybe he got rich off of the war." Dean shook his head.
"Rich people." He muttered, then left through the front door.
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