Chapter: 6
"Dude, you should see all the stuff in the cellar. Books and articles about the supernatural, crosses, garlic, a bullet making kit and a stash of silver, wooden stakes, everything you could need to kill anything. And a shit load of weapons. It could send an army supply store out of business. And, I found this." Dean held up a yellowed newspaper clipping. The headline stated in big bold letters:
MAN DIES IN ANIMAL MAULING
"This has to be Jenny's brother." Sam noticed that the picture in the corner looked a lot like Jenny.
"Where is she anyway?"
"Upstairs. Asleep, I think. She's had a pretty tough life. Her father basically tried to substitute her for her brother after his son's death. That's no way to be treated." Sam stopped for a moment before continuing. "At least Dad loved us both. Jenny? Her father saw her as a replacement for his son."
"Well, that really sucks, but what's worse is that this thing has kept on killing people. Look." Dean held out more newspaper clippings. All reported on animal maulings in the immediate area. "Unfortunately, their stock of silver bullets is low, so we're going to have to make some more."
"If you get started on that, I'll check if there are any caves around here and try to locate where this werewolf could be." Dean nodded and turned to the worktable. Sam went back upstairs and towards Jenny's room. He needed to talk to her.
Sam knocked lightly on Jenny's door. Hearing a soft "come in" he opened the door. Jenny was sitting on the windowsill, staring at the rain. She looked up when Sam entered.
"Sorry about…earlier. I was a bit emotional."
"Jenny, I know it's painful to talk about the people you've lost, but, I need to know where this werewolf lives. Or where it goes at night. Somewhere that Dean and I can shoot it." She looked up at Sam in fear.
"No, you can't kill it!" She was trembling. Sam stood up from his seat to put a blanket around Jenny's shoulders.
"Jenny, we can't let it live. This werewolf is dangerous. We can't let it kill another person. What if it tries to kill you?"
"He would never hurt me." She said in a small voice, so soft, Sam almost couldn't hear.
"He? Jenny, how do you know it's a 'he'?" Sam tried to keep his voice calm, but too many reasons to why she could know came into his mind.
"Because…he's my brother."
"Excuse me? He's what?"
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