"Okay, Sam, this is your room. And Dean, yours is here." Jenny opened the door to Dean's room. Both of the brothers looked around the rooms. Sam's was painted a light blue, with pictures of the ocean hanging around the room. There was an oaken dresser in one corner and an oak bed with a deep blue quilt on it in the middle. Dean's room had a green theme, with a dark green bedspread and lighter green walls. Both had a tiled bathroom, Sam's blue and white and Dean's green and white.
"Wow, nice rooms." Sam commented.
"Yeah, my grandmother had a thing for themes. There is a pink one a few doors down, but I didn't think you would like it." Even Dean couldn't help but smile.
"Well, whose hungry? I can make pizza. Uhh…let's see. Pepperoni, sausage, or mushroom?"
"Sausage and mushroom." Sam and Dean said at the same time.
"Well, sausage and mushroom it is." She headed back to the kitchen. Dean and Sam went back into their rooms. A few minutes later, Sam went into Dean's room.
"Jenny isn't telling us everything. I found a .45 hidden under my bed and protective markings around all the windows." Dean got up and walked to the dresser.
"Really," he said, "Because I found a wooden stake in the bottom drawer," he pulled out the stake in question, "and a revolver with silver bullets underneath the bathroom sink."
"Do you think she's hunting? I mean, what else could it be?"
"Maybe her dad left this stuff."
"Wouldn't she have found it by now? Come on, Dean. She probably fought something right before we picked her up."
"But why would she fight? I know when someone is lying and she wasn't lying about her parents. She has no real motivation to hunt."
Sam turned to Dean with a look of realization. "I didn't think about it at the time. But…when we were in the kitchen, and Duke was next to me, Jenny was looking away from me. And I thought, 'Why is this dog staring at me?'. Then she turned and started talking about the dog for no reason at all. And when we were in the hallway? I was thinking about pizza right before she said it. Dean, I think Jenny's psychic."
"No way!"
"Think about it Dean. If she was psychic, she would have a reason to fight. Hell, she might not even be the first in her family. Her mother and her grandmother could have been psychic as well."
"Whatever. If that's true, her dog would be going crazy, with two psychics in one house."
"But he would be used to it."
"You are too smart for your own good. Okay, maybe she is a psychic. What good does it do us? We can't exactly go up to her and say, 'Yeah, we know you're psychic and want to help you kill whatever you're hunting.' now can we?" Sam shook his head.
"I'll figure out something. But I think we should keep on our toes just in case she didn't kill whatever she was after." Dean nodded. Jenny came into the room.
"Dinner is served." She turned on her heel and exited the room.
Dinner was relatively quite. A little talk about families and childhood stories. After they were done eating, Jenny looked out of a window and announced:
"It's going to rain. Storm really." She turned to Dean. "If you want, you can put your car in the garage. It's just around the side of the house." Dean nodded.
"Thanks, I think I will." Dean left and Sam was left with Jenny.
"So, Jenny, what do you do everyday?"
"Lately, I have been taking time off of school. I went and got a biochemistry degree, but I just want a little time off before I try med school. What about you?"
"I'm a law student at Stanford and we're on break right now." Sam decided to bluff just a little bit. "Where did you go to school?"
"Indiana University. I actually broke a family tradition. Everyone else in my family who has gone to college has gone to Purdue University, IU's archrival. And this is a deep running rivalry so it was unheard of. Oh, well, I got what I needed for med school. But I had to help Dad, so I'm taking a break." Dean came back in at this point, his jacket spotted with rain drops.
"It's raining." He announced. Jenny nodded.
"It does that a lot around here. Don't be surprised to hear-" There was a loud boom. "-thunder." She finished. Jenny got up and opened a lower cabinet. She pulled out a large bag of dog food and a bowl, and set the bowl on the floor. "Duke!" She called out. He came slowly and looked scared. "He doesn't like storms. Do you, Duke?" She addressed the last part to her dog. He went to eating his dinner.
"Well, gentlemen, I am going to bed. I've had a bit of a long day. Good night." She ascended the stairs and disappeared.
"Did you get any positive proof she's psychic?" They were still in the kitchen.
"No, I didn't get to talk to her that much. But she is definitely hiding something. She said she had to 'help' her dad so she came home from college. But wouldn't it be 'taking care of' her dad? Maybe it isn't her mother's gene, but her dad's." Dean was nodding.
"Passed on from father to child." He looked up at Sam.
"I know what you are thinking, Dean, and, no, Dad isn't psychic. We would have known by now. Or at least it would be in his journal. So don't even go there."
"Well, psychic or not, we still need to stay on top of this. Whatever attacked her could still be out there." Sam nodded. Dean looked at his watch. "I'm going to bed. You should try and get some sleep." Sam nodded again. "I mean it Sam. When was the last time you even slept?" Sam decided it was best not to answer. Dean went up the stairs, leaving Sam alone with Duke. The poor thing was so scared, he was almost shivering.
"Come on, Duke, you can sleep in my room." He took left the kitchen with the dog following.
Sam looked at the alarm clock next to the bed. It read a few minutes after midnight. For once he had been sleeping with no dreams, no nightmares. Why was he waking up now? Duke was sleeping soundly at the foot of the bed. Sam thought he heard a noise outside his door. Duke raised his ears and his head, looking towards the door. Sam got up slowly and, gun in hand, walked to the door. He opened it to find Dean and Jenny looking out their doors. Both had guns. Te brothers turned to look at Jenny.
"Jenny-" Sam started to say, but he was interrupted by a loud crash from downstairs. All three started down the stairs, Dean in the lead, with Jenny behind him and Sam in the rear.
They reached the front hall, and Dean pointed to footprints on the floor. Sam bent down and picked up a tuft of silver hair.
"Werewolf?" Dean nodded.
"Jenny, go upstairs and stay in your bedroom." She shook her head just as they heard the sound of glass breaking. They rushed into the parlor, and found a broken window. Dean looked outside. "The glass is on the outside, and I can't see anything. I think it's gone." He turned to Jenny. So did Sam, as he addressed Jenny.
"Jenny, you have to tell us the truth. We can help you." Jenny remained silent.
"Jenny we need to know. All of our lives are at stake. Tell us." Jenny turned and ran out the front door.
Well, there you go. Please review! I won't be able to update for a day or two so I hope you like it!