This is my second attempt at a Supernatural fic, this one is definitely going to continue, I'm already planning out the rest of the series. Fake It is going to cover season 1-3 of Supernatural and it's going to be a sister-fic, Jenna is Dean younger, twin sister, so of course she's closer to/relies more on Dean then Sam. Also, with the way I see her in my head, the person I believe to resemble her, for a better visual, is Taylor Momsen, (from The Pretty Reckless) without the excess eyeliner.
Chapter 1 Woman in White
On October 31, 2005 Dean and Jenna Winchester decided they were fetching their younger brother from college. Sam was enrolled in Stanford University, studying to be a lawyer. In all honesty, Dean nor their father had called Sam since he left, but Jenna had. She talked to Sam at least once a week, and had the pleasure of meeting his girlfriend, Jessica (Jess for short) quite often. Of course neither John nor Dean knew about that. It was actually quite sweet that the younger Winchester siblings remained so close.
John had disappeared on a hunt, neither Jenna nor Dean wanted to believe he was dead, in fact Dean adamantly refused to do so. When they couldn't reach John, they decided on a 'game plan', and that's how they found themselves breaking into Sam's apartment.
That night, Jenna eased the now unlocked window open, then quickly and quietly slips in the empty room. Dean glances around, then follows after her. Jenna heads straight for the kitchen, needing to be quiet, but also loud enough to wake up Sam. Before she can do anything, she hears a grunt, looking back she sees Dean ran into an in-table. Jenna rolls her eyes at him, not finding it surprising. Jenna opens her mouth to reprimand him, but is interrupted by the sound of a door creaking open. They both freeze like deer caught in headlights, Dean motions for Jenna to hide. With slight hesitation, she ducks behind the counter that separates the living room and the kitchen. While Dean silently moves down another hallway, keeping an eye out.
Sam walks in, and frowns after spotting the still open window. Glancing around, frown still in place, Sam hears footsteps, moves to hide behind another part, and waits. As Dean enters the room, Sam lunges, not realizing who it is. Dean knocks Sam away and aims to strike at him. Sam ducks as Dean proceeds to grab his arm, swings him around, then shoves him away. Turning back around, Sam kicks at Dean, is blocked, then herded into another room. Sam gets his first glimpse of Dean, but doesn't make the connection. Dean elbows Sam in the face; Sam kicks at his head. Dean ducks and swings and Sam blocks it. The boys continue to fight.
Hearing the commotion, Jenna follows the noise. She sighs and rolls her eyes seeing Sam and Dean fighting, they have yet to notice her. She takes a step closer to Sam, crouches, and swings her leg out, kicking out his knees and knocking him down. Quickly, Jenna moves and straddles Sam's stomach; placing a palm on Sam's shoulder, she presses into it.
"Calm down, Sammy." Both boys blink at her, not having expected that.
"Jenna?" he ask, unsure, trying to make out her features. All he can really see is a pale face covered by a mass of blond hair.
"Yeah, it's me. The idiot back there's Dean."
"Hey!" Dean shouts in protest, causing a smile to come to Sam's face.
"You guys scared the crap out of me!" Sam says. When Jenna flicks her hair back, he can see the smirk on her face.
"That's 'cause you're out of practice Sammy," Jenna says. Without another thought, Sam reaches up, wraps an arm around Jenna, and swings to his right, causing the girl to let out a squeal at the sudden action. In her surprise, Sam easily scoops her hands into both of his and places them in front of him. He raises a questioning eyebrow at the shocked girl beneath him. "Or not." When Sam made no indication that he was going to move, Jenna asked, "Can you get off me now?" With a laugh, Sam stands up, pulling her with him.
Glancing between a smiling Jenna and a smirking Dean, Sam ask, "What the hell are you guys doing here?"
"Well, I was looking for a beer," Dean says, making Jenna snort. Dean puts his hand on Sam's shoulders, shakes them once, and lets go.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam notices how Jenna's smile slips from her face, then she shakes her head and another smile appears, albeit, slightly forced.
"Okay, we've gotta talk," Dean replies.
"You could just used the phone?"
"Would you have answered?" Sam makes a face and nods his head in agreement.
"I would if Jenna called." Dean raises his eyebrows, not expecting that. Both boys turn to look at their sister curiously, who looks a bit too innocent.
"What?" she ask. When they didn't say anything she sighed. "I wanted to see my little brother, is that really so bad?" She asked, looking up at them through her eyelashes with wide eyes, knowing from past experiences that the boys would give in to her.
Both boys let out a groan, Dean stomps his foot and says, "Dammit Jens, you know what that look does." Jenna gives a satisfied smile and heads toward the kitchen, wanting something to drink. She opens the fridge then glances back at Sam, a curious smile on her face.
"You have cherry Dr. Pepper?"
"Yeah, you know, just in case," Sam says smiling back. While Dean didn't know what the 'just in case' meant, Sam and Jenna did. It was for her whenever she showed up at the apartment. The only time that really happened, more often then one would expect, was when John would drop her off at Bobby Singer's house for awhile. Bobby let her borrow a car and run off to see Sam, covering for her if needed. Based on that alone her trips were always sporadic and unpredictable.
Suddenly the lights are turned on, standing in the hallways is Sam's girlfriend, Jess. Her pajamas are very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt. "Sam?" she ask. Her eyes widening when she sees Jenna walk up, taking a sip from the soda. "Jenna?" she ask, causing Dean to stare at her shocked. Said girl smiles and waves before taking another sip.
"Jess," Sam says, unsure, "Hey, Dean, this is my girlfriend Jess."
"Wait, your brother Dean?" she ask, looking at Jenna for confirmation, who nods in response. Jess smiles and Dean grins, moving closer.
"Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell ya, you're completely out of my brother's league." Before anything else could be said, Jenna interrupts.
"Oh, like you're so much better?" Dean turns to give his sister a mock glare, then turns back to Jess.
"Let me go put something on," Jess says, only to be stopped by Dean's voice, which had gone lower in pitch.
"No I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously." Dean walks back over to Sam and Jenna, eyeing Jess the whole time. Sam gives Dean a stony expression, while Jenna observes them quietly, ready to jump in if a fight breaks out between the two brothers. "Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business."
"No," Sam says before getting up to stand beside Jess, putting an arm around her waist. "Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of her." Dean and Jenna share a look, as if having a private discussion, then Jenna sighs and takes a step forward.
"Sammy, it's about Dad. He, um, hasn't been home in a few days." Jenna's voice was tentative, as if she wasn't sure what to do. Which, Sam thought was odd, the girl he remembered was always confident.
With a shrug, Sam says, "So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back sooner or later." Jenna shook her, a look of sorrow and apology on her face. Dean steps forward and squeezes her shoulder, before putting his arm around her, offering silent support.
"Sam, Dad went on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home since." Sam's expression doesn't change as he takes in the news.
"Jess, excuse us. We have to talk outside." After dressing himself, Sam follows his brother and sister to the stairwell. "I mean c'mon, you guys can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect to me to hit the road with you."
"Sammy!" Jenna practically whined. "You don't understand, Dad's gone missing!"
"You remember the poltergeist in Armest? Or the Devil's Gate in Clifton? He was missing then too. He's always missing, and he's always fine." Dean stops and turns around, causing Sam to stop, and Jenna to stop and glance back.
"Not for this long," Dean says. "Now, are you going to come with us or not?"
"I'm not."
"Why not?" Both Dean and Jenna question at the same time. Sam eyes them for a second, memories of their 'twin telepathy' coming back.
"I swore I was done hunting. For good." With an exasperated roll of her eyes, Jenna turns and starts heading down the stairs once more. Sam and Dean following quickly after.
"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad," Dean says.
"Yeah, when I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45," Sam stated.
"He did the same to me," says Jenna with a one-shouldered shrug.
"I was nine years old! He's supposed to say don't be afraid of the dark," Sam said, ignoring Jenna's comment.
"Don't be afraid of the dark! Are you kidding me?" Dean asked "Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there."
"Yeah, I know, but still. They way we grew up after Mom was killed." Neither brother noticed the wince that appeared on Jenna's face at the mention of their mother. "And Dad's obsession with the thing that killed her." Dean glances outside, then down at Jenna, knowing how she got when this particular topic came up. "But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find."
"We save a lot of people doing it too." There's a quiet pause, then Sam breaks it.
"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Dean rolls his eyes, steps ahead of Jenna, and slams the door open. There's a short flight of stairs from the door to the parking lot, the trio climbs it. "The weapon training, melting silver into bullets?" Shaking his head, Sam continues. "Dean, Jenna, we were raised like warriors." They cross the parking lot and stop at the Impala. Jenna stops to lean on the hood as Sam and Dean continue.
"So what are you going to do? You're just gonna live some normal apple pie life? That it?"
"No, not normal. Safe." This causes Jenna to snort and roll her dark chocolate brown eyes.
"Cause you know, ignoring and pretending this stuff doesn't exist is safe," Jenna says, folding her arms under her chest. Both brothers look at her, Dean with a twitch of his lips, trying not to smile, and Sam frowning.
"And that's why you ran away," said Dean. Dean knew, despite her carefree attitude, Jenna was still upset, he himself was too. Unlike Sam, he had been there in the aftermath, Dean saw just how much it hurt Jenna for him not to be there. Like the, barely, older brother he was, he made sure to keep her distracted, therefore also keeping himself distracted from Sam's absence.
"I was going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. That's what I'm doing," Sam said. 'You didn't have to listen to him, God knows I didn't,' Jenna thought sullenly.
"Yeah, well Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not already dead, I can feel it," Jenna says, her pleading Sam. Sam doesn't say anything, not exactly wanting to argue with her.
"We can't do this without you," Dean says.
"Yes you can."
"Well, neither of us want to," says Dean staring at the ground. Sam sighs and looks down, thinking on what to.
"What was he hunting?" Sam ask, looking up. Dean heads to the trunk, Jenna and Sam following, and opens it up, then the spare-tire compartment. Underneath it is an arsenal of weapons; grabbing a shotgun, Dean uses it to prop the lid up and digs through the clutter.
"Alright, let's see, where did I put the hell did I put that thing?" Dean ask himself, not expecting an answer.
"You put it back there," Jenna says, standing beside Dean, she starts to dig in the mentioned area.
"So, when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam asked, the question had been bothering him for awhile.
"I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans," Dean answered.
"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Jenna stands up, smirking at Sam.
"As long as he took me with him." Sam let out a chuckle as Dean huffed in annoyance. After a few more seconds of searching, Dean finds what he's looking for. Standing up, he opens up a folder full of papers.
"Alright, here we go. So, Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy," Dean pauses to hand Sam a paper. "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA." The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined, 'Centennial Highway Disappearance', and dated September 19, 2005.
Sam glances up from the paper and says, "So, maybe he was kidnapped."
"Yeah, well here's another one from April," Jenna says, pulling a paper from the pile, then hands it to Sam. Dean and Jenna go back and forth, listing the dates.
"Another one in December 'oh-four'."
"Another in 'oh-three'."
"One in 'ninety-eight."
"Finally in 'ninety-two', ten of them over the last twenty years," Jenna finishes. Dean takes the article back from Sam and starts putting them back in order, then back into the folder.
"All men, all same five-mile stretch of road," Dean tells Sam as he pulls out a bag from another part of the trunk. "It started happening more and more, so Dad went to dig around. That was about three weeks ago, Jenna and I haven't heard from him since, which is bad enough." Dean grabs a handheld tape recorder, "Then I got this," and presses play. The recording is full of static, clearly showing that the signal was breaking up.
"Dean… Something big is starting to happen… I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may… Be very careful Dean, take care of Jenna. We're all in danger," says the voice of John Winchester.
"You know there's an EVP on that?" Sam ask after Dean presses stop.
"Not bad Sammy, kind of like riding a bike, isn't it?" Dean ask. Sam just shakes his head as a small smile form on Jenna's lips. "Alright, I slowed down the message, ran it through a gold wave-"
"I meaning Jenna, right?" Sam interrupts, grinning. Jenna takes a step back, her smile growing, she raises her shoulders.
"Actually Sammy, Dean did this all by himself." Dean gives Sam a smug look, only for it to drop when Jenna continues speaking. "Well, with a few pointers from me of course." Dean glares at his sister, but drops it quickly, getting back to the point.
"As I was saying, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and got this." Dean presses play again.
"I can never go home," says a woman's voice.
"Never go home," Sam repeats. Dean drops the recorder, puts down the shotgun, closes the trunk, then leans on it.
"You know, in almost two years, I've never bothered you, never asked you for anything." Glancing at the blonde, he says, "Can't say the same thing for Jens."
Jenna raises her hands and says, "I've never come to him about hunting." Sam looks away with a sigh, then glances back at Dean and Jenna.
"Alright, I'll go. I'll help you find him." Dean nods and Jenna smiles. "But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here." Sam turns back, heading to the apartment, but stops when Dean speaks up.
"What's first thing Monday?"
"I have this… I have an interview."
"What, a job interview? Skip it."
"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate."
"Law school?" Dean questions with a smirk.
"So we got a deal or not?" Dean says nothing, Jenna just cocks her head to the side, and Sam turns around.
The next day, November 1, found the Winchester siblings at a random gas station. The impala parked next to a pump, Sam sitting in the front passenger seat with the door open, rifling through a box of tapes, and the twins inside getting food.
Sam sat in the front seat because Jenna had claimed the back before he could argue, saying that she was more than happy letting him sit in the front. Which was weird, because when they were kids, Jenna always sat in the front seat unless instructed otherwise by their dad.
"Hey!" Dean calls as he and Jenna exit the building. Dean's arms are full of junk food and Jenna has a bag filled with water and soda, a cup of coffee in both hands. "You want breakfast?"
Sam shakes his head and says, "No thanks." Before he can refuse her, Jenna 'shoves' a coffee cup into his hands. She gives him a pointed look when he tries to give it back. With a sigh of defeat, Sam takes a sip to appease her. "So, how'd you pay for this stuff anyway?" Sam ask Dean. "You and Dad still running credit card scams?" Dean responds with a shrug.
"Yeah, well, ain't exactly a pro ball career."
"Don't we know it," Jenna said with a scoff. Dean puts the nozzle back on the pump.
"Besides," Dean continued, "All we do is apply, it's not our fault they send us the cards." Jenna snorts at Dean's comment as she climbs into the car. Dean gets in the front seat as Sam swings his legs back in and closes his door.
"Yeah? And what names did you this time?" Sam asked.
"Uh, Burt Aframain," Dean says, putting his chips and soda down.
"Plus his two children, Hector and Marley," Jenna says, reaching over the front seat to steal a bag of chips from Dean.
"That sounds about right." Sam pauses as he stares down at box in his lap. "I swear man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection!" Said tapes were a mix of those with album art and handwritten covers.
"Why?" Dean ask.
"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes," Sam, said, causing Jenna to smile. "And two," Sam holds up several tapes, naming them off. "Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" Dean takes one from Sam. "It's the greatest hits from mullet rock."
"Well, house rules Sammy," Dean says as he puts the tape in. "Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole." He turns the car on and AC/Dc's 'Back in Black' began to play.
"It's Sam, okay?"
"Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud," Dean says causing Jenna to laugh.
Sometime during the drive to Jericho, Jenna fell asleep, leaning against the door, and legs stretched out on the seat in front of her. Dean tells Sam to wake Jenna up after passing a sign that says Jericho 7. After making sure she's awake, Sam calls the local hospital and motels, asking if they've seen a man that looked like their dad.
"Alright, so there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. That's something I guess," Sam said to the twins after getting off the phone. Jenna noticed the flashing police lights on the bridge ahead before either of her brothers. Dean pulls over, takes a box out of the glove department, and hands a badge to Jenna and Sam. The three of them walked up to the seemingly abandoned car, officers already inspecting it. As far as they could tell, the boy had completely disappeared.
"You fellas had another one like this just last month," Dean aid, alerting the two officers to their presence.
"And you are?" asked the sheriff. Taking a step forward, Jenna smiles at the man.
"Sorry about him, we're U.S. Marshals."
Eyeing them, the sheriff says, "Aren't you a little young?"
"You could say it's a family business, they've been in it for generations. You know how fathers are."
"You did have another one like this, right?" Dean ask, interrupting them.
"Uh, yeah."
"And several more before that."
"You sound like you knew him?" Sam ask as Dean and Jenna inspect the car. From seemingly nowhere, Jenna pulls on a pair of latex gloves, and leans in the car for further inspection.
"Town like this, everybody knows everybody," the sheriff answers Sam.
"The victims still male?" Dean ask.
"As far as we can tell."
"What do you think it is?" ask Sam.
"Honestly, we have no clue. Could be a serial murder, kidnapping ring, we don't know." Jenna gets out the car and shakes her head, letting Dean know she didn't find anything out of the ordinary with it.
"And that is exactly the kind crap detective work we expect," Dean says, before grunting in pain, because Jenna elbowed him in the stomach and Sam stepped on his foot.
"Well, thank-you for telling us what you have," Sam says politely. As they leave, the younger Winchester siblings share a grin at both having 'attacked' Dean.
When they step back onto the road and off the bridge, Dean smacks both of them on the back of the head. "Ow," Sam and Jenna cry in unison.
"Why'd do that?" Sam ask.
"Why'd you stomp on my foot and elbow me in the stomach?" Dean counters. Jenna rolls her eyes as Sam answers.
"Why'd you have to talk to the cops like that?" Before Dean can answer, Jenna clears her throat, looking over her brothers' shoulders. They glance back, wondering what she's trying to clue them in on, only to see another officer and to FBI agents.
"Officer Warner, Agent Scully," Dean says, making Jenna roll her eyes at him again.
The trio walks down main street, looking for the girlfriend of the missing boy. They spot her by a theatre, putting up missing person fliers.
"You must be Amy," Dean says.
"Umm, yeah," the girl responds.
"Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles, and this is his aunt. I'm Dean, this is Jenna, and that's Sammy."
"He never mentioned you," Amy tells the trio before walking away.
"I guess that's just Troy. I can't blame him though, we're not around much," Jenna tells Amy, falling into step beside her, Sam and Dean following behind.
"We're kind of looking for him too, and we've been asking around," Sam says. Another young woman walks up and puts her hand on Amy's arm.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, looking concerned.
"Yeah."
"Do you mind if we ask a couple of questions?" Sam asked, making the girl pause. Glancing around the street, Jenna spotted a cafe and led the group to it. The five of them sit down at an empty table, Amy and her friend on one side, the twins and Sam, pulling up a chair for himself, on the other.
"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, but….. he never did," Amy said.
"Did he say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Sam ask.
Amy shakes her head before saying, "No, not that I can remember."
"I like your necklace," Jenna says, a light smile on her face. Said item is a pentagram within a circle. A similar smile appears on Amy's face as she grabs the pendant and looks down at it.
"Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents," Amy gives a half-hearted chuckle, "with all that devil stuff." Sam gives a small laugh, looks down then up, the twins glancing at him curiously.
"Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful stuff, I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing," Sam says.
"Okay, thank-you, Unsolved Mysteries," Dean says, removing his arm from the back of Jenna's seat. "Alright, here's the deal ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right, so if you've heard anything…" Dean trails of seeing the girls glance at each other.
"What is it?" Jenna ask, cocking her head to side, a frown on her face. Amy's friend answered for them.
"Well, it's just….. with all these guys disappearing, people talk."
All three Winchesters ask at the same time, "What do they talk about?" Causing the corners of Jenna's lips to form a smile. Once again, Amy and her friend share a look, before she tells them.
"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She was murdered on the Centennial decades ago. Well, supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."
Not even ten minutes later finds the trio at the local library looking it up on a computer. Dean, with Jenna leaning over him and reading the screen, clicks on the search bar and types in 'Female Murder Hitchhiking,' then clicks enter. The results show a zero, making a frown comes Dean's face. He replaces hitchhiking with 'Centennial Highway', and gets the same response. Sam, sitting next to him, speaks up.
"Let me try." He goes to take the mouse from Dean but gets his hand smacked for it.
"I got it," Dean replies, giving him a look, which went ignored as Sam pushed his chair out the way and takes over. "Dude!" Dean smacks the back of Sam's shoulder and say, "You're such a control freak," making Jenna chuckle at their antics.
"Angry spirits are born out violent death, right?"
"Yeah," the twins answer together.
"Well, maybe it's not a murder." Jenna nods her head, a thoughtful look on her face as Sam replaces 'murder' with 'suicide'. He finds an article titled "Suicide on Centennial", the article is dated April 25, 1981. It read:
'A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide, the county Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leaps off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night.
Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death, Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several [minutes]. She reported that their complex-[...]
What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for my wife. Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it," said husband Joseph Welch. "Now I ask that you all please respect my privacy during this trying time."
At the time of the children's death and Ms. Welch's subsequent suicide, Mr. Welch was at the Frontier auto salvage yard, where he works the graveyard shift as associate manager.
"Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew," said Deanna Kripke, a neighbor. "She just doted on those children." '
"This was in 1981," Jenna begins, "Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."
"Does it say why she did it?" Dean ask.
"Yeah," Sam says, Jenna's heart breaking as she rereads it. "An hour before they found her, she called 911. Apparently, her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing, both die."
" 'Our babies were gone and Constance just couldn't bear,' said husband Joseph Welch," Jenna finishes sadly.
"That bridge look familiar to you?" Dean ask them.
That night Dean, Sam, and Jenna walk along the bridge, then stop to lean on the railing and look down at the river. Jenna watches the water rush by, feeling sorry for Constance, despite not having her own children, the thought of losing them like that still hurt.
"This is where Constance took a swan dive," Dean says.
"Do you think dad could have been here?" Sam ask Dean and Jenna.
"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him," Dean replies.
"So, probably yeah," Jenna sums up with a shrug. Dean starts walking again, leaving Sam and Jenna to follow.
"Okay, so now what?" Sam ask.
"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take awhile," Dean says.
"Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday-"
"Monday. Right. The interview," Dean says, whirling around. Jenna continues walking despite the fact that her brothers stopped. Something told her to keep going, over the years, she learned to listen to it, seeing as how it was usually correct… "Yeah, I forgot," Dean says, eyeing Sam. "You're serious about this aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"
"Maybe, why not?" Sam says with a shrug.
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know the things you've done?" Before Sam could respond, Jenna answered for him.
"No," the boys glanced at Jenna, seeing her walking ahead of them, head bent back slightly, as if looking at the stars. "And I don't think he ever plans on telling her, isn't that right Sammy?"
Taking a step forward he says, "And she's never going to."
"Because that's healthy," Jenna responds in a sarcastic tone.
"You can pretend all you want Sammy, but sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are," Dean says. He then turns around to catch up with Jenna, Sam quickly follows.
"And who's that?"
"You're one of us," Dean starts.
"Whether you like it or not," Jenna finishes.
"No," Sam argues, hurrying to get in front of Dean "I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life."
"You have a responsibility to-" Sam cuts Dean off before he can finish the sentence.
"To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures or Jenna I wouldn't have any idea what Mom even looked like!" Jenna pauses and glances back at her brothers. "And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone and she's not coming back." Suddenly, Dean grabs Sam by the collar of his jacket and shoves him against the railing of the bridge. Jenna takes a few steps closer to her brothers as a long, tense silence fills the air.
"Don't talk about her like that," Dean finally says. He lets go of Sam and turns to continue walking, before stopping. "Sam, Jenna." At the sound of their names they look to see what the problem is. Across the bridge, Constance is standing on the railing and staring at them, then takes a step forward and falls off the edge. The trio runs to railing and looks, trying to find her. "Where'd she go?"
"I don't know," Sam and Jenna says, the latter shaking her head. Behind them, the Impala's engine starts and the headlights turn on. They turn to see what's going on, confusion crossing their features.
"What the-" Dean starts.
"Who's driving your car?" Sam ask. Dean pulls the keys out of his pocket and jingles them. The car jerks forward, then goes, heading straight for them.
"Shit!" Jenna shouts as she turns around to run away from the car. She glances back, hair whipping her face, to make sure Dean and Sam are following. The car moves faster than they are; when it gets too close they jump over the railing. The car stops before it hits the bridge.
Sam caught himself, hanging off the edge, Jenna next to him. He quickly pulls himself up, then turns and helps Jenna help up. She nods her head in thanks and looks around for Dean. Not spotting him right away, she panics.
"Dean!" She calls out, climbing back over the railing, getting ready to jump in the river if needed. Sam grabs her arm, stopping Jenna before she could hurt herself. They hear a groan come from below, causing both Sam and Jenna to pause and look down at the muddy bank curiously. There lays Dean soaked and covered in mud, painting and managing to look annoyed all at the same time.
"What?" he snaps, seeing the curious gaze of his younger siblings.
Jenna simply smirks, covering up her dissipating panic, and says, "How you doing Dean?" He flashes the A-OK sign with one hand.
"I'm super." Sam lets out a chuckle and helps steady Jenna as she climbs back over the railing.
Dean climbs up and meets them at the edge of the bridge, Jenna observes and makes a mental assessment of any damage done. Once satisfied that it's nothing more than sore limbs/muscles, she runs to the car so check it for damage. Dean follows, not far behind. Once he reaches Jenna, who already propped the hood up, Dean nudges her away with a bump of his hip on hers, taking over and checking for himself. Jenna rolls her sarcastically as a smile falls onto her lips. 'Yeah, he's fine,' she thought to herself. If he could check the car instead of letting her do it, then he was fine. Feeling satisfied with what he did/didn't find, Dean nods to himself, shuts the hood then leans on the car.
"Your car alright?" Sam ask.
"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems fine. That Constance chick, what a bitch!" Dean answers, extremely annoyed.
"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure," Sam says as he takes a seat next to Dean. "So, where's the job go from her genius?" Dean throws his arms in frustration, flicking mud of his hands. Jenna scrunches her nose at the action, her inner neat-freak wanting to make itself known.
You'd think because of the hunting that it would go away over time, having to get used to messiness of the job and such situations growing up. In way, hunting had actually made it worse. During the fight/job that's all Jenna would focus on, what was happening and how to save people. Once that was done, and the situation was no longer life threatening, she'd have to clean up immediately.
"You smell like a toilet and look horrible," Jenna told her older brother, nose still scrunched, Dean just rolled his eyes in response and tossed her the keys, not wanting to drive in his 'condition'.
Jenna pulled into the motel parking lot the next morning, making it November 2. Dean gets out and immediately heads into the lobby to check out a room. He signs the guest ledger, requesting one room with two queens. The clerk picks up the card handed and gives it a look.
"You guys having a reunion or something?"
"What do you mean?" Sam ask.
"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought a room for a whole month." Dean and Jenna share a look, then glanced at Sam, then back at the hotel clerk.
A motel room door swings open, revealing Jenna crouched before it, having picked the lock, a self-satisfied smirk on her face, Dean and Sam playing a not-so-subtle look out. Jenna steps into the room expecting them to immediately follow only to glance back and roll her eyes. She reaches out, grabs the sleeves of both boys' jacket, and yanks them in. Once he regained his balance, Sam closed the door behind them.
Looking around reveals every vertical surface covered in papers: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. Jenna walks over to desk, taking stock of the books littered there, being careful to avoid the junk scattered across the bed and floor.
Dean turns on the bedside lamp and picks up the half-eaten burger sitting there and smells, recoiling immediately.
"I don't think he's been here for at least a couple of days," Dean says. Sam kneels down, fingering the salt line, and looks up.
"Salt, cats-eye shells… He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." Dean looks at one, then takes a step inspection. "What have you got here?"
"Centennial Highway victims." Sam nods, as he and Jenna step up next to Dean. "I don't get it, I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicity. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" Sam looks at the papers covering the wall, then moves to turn on another lap.
"Dad figured it out."
"What do you mean?" The twins ask simultaneously, turning to look at Sam.
"He found the same articles we did, Constance Welch, she's a woman in white."
"You sly dogs," Dean says glancing back at the missing person pictures. "Alright, so if we're dealing with woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."
"She might have another weakness," Sam said.
"Dad would want to make sure." Dean crosses the room back to Sam as Jenna, half listening, eyes the books on desktop.
"No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad though, I'd go ask her husband." Sam takes the picture of Joseph Welch, then adds as an after thought, "If he's still alive."
"Alright, why don't you see if you can find an address while I get cleaned up." Dean turns to leave, but pauses when he sees Jenna. "Jens?" he ask.
"Hmm?" she ask curiously, glancing at Dean, then back at the books. "I'm gonna…. read those books, see if I can't find anything, in general." She grabs the stack of four and follows Dean out the door to their rented room.
"Hey Dean, Jenna," Sam says making them stop. "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry." Jenna just shrugs it off with a smile, while Dean holds up a hand.
"No chick-flick moments," Dean says seriously.
"Alright. Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Boys," Jenna says with a laugh.
Later that finds Jenna laying on her stomach on one the beds and reading the books she found in John's room. Sam is sitting on the bed next to her, listening to messages left on his phone. All this excitement went on while Dean was cleaning up in the bathroom. Jenna is about halfway through the first book when Dean finally comes out.
"Hey, guys, I'm starving, I'm gonna grab something to eat from the diner down the street, you want anything Sam?" Sam simply shakes his head, still listening to his phone. Dean looks at Jenna and ask "You coming Jens?" She glances at Dean then back at the book, then literally rolls of the bed, stands up, and nods her head. As she leaves, Jenna grabs a grey sweater from its place on the bed and pulls it over the simple tank-top she's wearing. Her and Dean walk out the door, crossing the parking lot to the car.
Dean looks over and sees the motel clerk talking to two deputies, the clerk then points toward them. Dean stops Jenna from continuing on her path, she had yet to notice them police, by giving a tug on the back of her sweater. Jenna looked back at him curiously, he gave a subtle to the police behind them, her eyes widened in understanding as Dean grabbed his cell phone to call Sam.
"What?" Sam answers the phone, soundly annoyed.
"Dude, five-oh, take off," Dean responded, Jenna watching the deputies approach them.
"What about you and Jenna?"
"Uh, they kind of spotted us. Go find Dad, we'll be fine." Dean hangs up the phone, shares a glance with Jenna, and together they turn around and smile at the deputies. "Problem officers?"
"Where's the other partner?" One of the men asked.
"Are you implying something sir?" Jenna asked with a raised brow. The deputies exchange weary glances, with a jerk of his thumb, the other goes to check the motel.
"So, fake US marshal, fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?"
"My boobs," the twins responded simultaneously. Dean smirking and Jenna shrugging her shoulders. Jenna's face quickly turned to a wince once the officer slammed Dean into the hood of his car.
"You have the right to remain silent-"
Jenna sat in an almost empty room. The only 'decorations' being the large one-way across from the table she seated at, plus a door next to the mirror. The walls were painted a dull shade of grey that made Jenna contemplate unsavory things to entertain herself until the sheriff came in and talked to her. Maybe trying the the tactic of 'we already know everything, so just come clean', but she knew the truth. Her 'battle strategy' was to keep up with the sarcastic, borderline sardonic, comments and don't reveal anything, and keep that up until an opportunity for escape presented itself. Whether it was Dean and/or Sam that came and got her, or getting herself out all on her, she'd sit pretty until then.
The sheriff finally walked in, carrying a box, and sets in on the table in front of Jenna. He paused, standing across the table from her, trying to stare her down. Jenna simply stared back with an eyebrow raised in mock curiosity and challenge. Realizing he wasn't going to get anything right off the back, the sheriff began the 'interrogation'.
"Why don't you start by telling me your real name?"
"I already did, Blake, Cassie Blake."
"I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here."
"Are we talking misdemeanor or television crime show entertainment?"
"You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall."
"And your point is…." Jenna trailed off, moving her hand in a go on motion. It was at that moment the sheriff realized this one, was going to go the same way as it with the other.
"Along with a whole lot of Satanic mumbo-jumbo. Girl, you are officially a suspect," the sheriff informed Jenna, who, much to his aggravation, merely shrugged in in response.
"Because, that makes sense," she said, her tone mocking him. "Cause when the first one went missing in '82, I was three."
"I know you have partners, we have your boyfriend in the other-" At that Jenna's nose instantly scrunched at the words. "Maybe that old man was one two, probably started the whole thing. So tell me, Jenna." Said girl froze at the use of of her name, but quickly covered with a snort and a cool demeanor full of sarcasm.
"Oh, so you know me as Jenna now, good for you. So, do several hundred other men." The sheriff pulls out a brown leather notebook from the box.
"This his? I thought that might be your name," the sheriff begins flipping through the pages of the notebook, a more contained version of the motel room. "See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out- I mean, it's nines kind of crazy. But I found this too," he stopped on page in particular.
It was completely blank, the only markings on it were two words, and a set of numbers, circled over several times. It read DEAN/JENNA 35-111.
"Now, you're not going anywhere until you tell me exactly what the hell that means."
Later the night found the Winchester Twins in almost the exact same situation as earlier. Except this time around, Jenna was severely annoyed and ready to punch a cop.
"For the last time, it's the lock to your security system at the house."
"We gonna do this all night long?"
"I know I can, but what about you?" The sheriff was 'running' back and forth between Dean's interrogation and Jenna's, and it was wearing him out. When he was about to answer, a deputy leans in the doorway.
"We just go a 911, shots fired over at Whiteford Road…" the deputy trailed off when Jenna sent a flirtatious wink. He shook his head and looked back at the sheriff.
"You have to go to the bathroom?" the sheriff ask Jenna, who simply shrugs in response. "Good," he responds, handcuffing Jenna to the and left without a second glance. Once the door is firmly shut, and she's sure no ones coming back, Jenna lowers her head and pulls out a bobby pin from her hair. Smirking to herself, she begins to use to unlock the handcuffs.
He really shouldn't have left her alone.
Once Jenna is free she stalks up to the door and glances through the window, spotting no one, she creeps out of the room and quickly over to Dean's, an escape plan having already formed hours ago.
After freeing Dean and him grabbing John's journal, the twins use the fire escape to make a quick getaway. Walking down a random highway away from the police station, Jenna kneels down and pulls her cell phone out of her slightly scuffed, black, combat boots. Dean rolls his eyes good naturedly at the familiar quirk of hiding things in her boots.
"Fake 911 call Sammy? I don't about you, but I'm pretty sure that's illegal," Jenna says with a smile, continuing to walk down the road. Dean right next to her, listening in.
"You're welcome," Sam says.
"But really, thanks Sammy, saved our skinned back there. Listen we have to talk."
"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. Which means-"
"We are dealing with a woman in white," Jenna sighs.
"And, she's buried in her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop."
"Sammy, would just shut up for a second?" Dean ask after wrestling the phone from Jenna. He easily ignores the dark glare being sent his way. If Sam was surprised that Dean had spoken, he didn't show it.
"What I can't figure out is why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet."
"That's what we've been trying to tell you. He's gone, Dad left Jericho."
"What? How do you know?" Jenna steals the phone back from Dean and answers with an aggravated huff.
" 'Cause we've got his journal."
"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing."
"Yeah, but he did this time."
"What's it say?" This time the twins answered together.
"Same old old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going."
"Coordinates. Where to?"
"Not sure yet," they answer together, again.
"I don't understand. I mean what the hell was so important that it made Dad skipp out in the middle of a job? Dean, Jenna, what the hell is going?"
"I wish I could-" Jenna cuts herself when she hears the sound of screeching tires and several thumps come from the other end of the line before the dial tone cuts it off. Dean and Jenna share an equally worried look, Jenna's more obvious than Dean's.
Suddenly a gunshot goes off, shattering the window to the impala, and startling Constance, the ghost in Sam's lap. Sam glances over to see Jenna with a .42, glaring down the barrel of the gun right at Constance.
"Get away from my brother!" Jenna growls, continuing to fire when nothing happens. Constance glares at Jenna before disappearing. Jenna walks closer, lowering her gone as she goes.
Sam sits up in the car and nods at her and Dean. "I'm taking you home," he says. Sam drives the car forward, crashing into the house. Immediately, Dean's at the passenger side window, pulling Sam through it, out of the wreckage. Jenna walks up, cautious and glancing around for any sign of Constance. Right as she spots said ghost, a bureau scoots forward, pinning all three of them to the car.
The lights flicker as Constance looks around, scared. Water begins to roll down the staircase, drawing her attention. At the top of it are a boy and girl. holding hands as they speak in chorus.
"You've come home to us, Mommy." Constance stares at them distraught, suddenly the appear behind her, and hug her tightly. Constance begins to scream and begins to flicker. In a surge of energy, her and the children melt into a puddle on the floor. Sam, Dean, and Jenna shove the bureau away from them and walk over to the puddle.
"So, this is where she drowned her kids," Dean says.
"That's why she could never go home, she was too scared to face them," Sam says.
"Honestly, I would be to, especially if I had done that," Jenna tells the boys, looking around the wrecked living room.
"You found her weak spot, nice job Sammy," Dean says, smacking him on the chest.
"Yeah, wish I could say the same for you," Sam says, turning to Jenna, "What were you thinking? Shooting Casper in the face, freak." Jenna shrugs in response before speaking.
"I saw Casper, more or less, attacking my baby brother. I'm not gonna let that shit fly." Looking up at Sam she smiles. "Just because some you're a giant moose, doesn't change that fact."
Dean leans over to look at the impala. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?" He turns to look back at Sam. "I'll kill you." Sam and Jenna laugh in response.
The impala tears down the highway, the right headlight missing. Jenna is sitting in the front seat between the boys, Dean driving of course, helping Sam map out the coordinates. Sam has the map spread out in his lap and is using a ruler to help keep the lines straight, while Jenna holds the flashlight for him and helps guess-timate the locations by tracing invisible lines with a finger.
"Okay, here's where Dad went, it's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado," Sam says aloud.
"Sounds charming, how far?" Dean ask.
"About six hundred miles," Jenna answers, absent-minded, still focusing on the map.
"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning."
"Dean, I, um…" Sam trails, unsure of how to finish.
"You're not going," Jenna says in disappointment while Dean says it neutrally.
"The interview is in, like, ten hours," Sam tells them, feeling slightly guilty for disappointing Jenna.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll take you home then." Jenna turns off the flashlight and rest her head on Sam's shoulder. Figuring she might as well use him as pillow while he was still there.
They pull up in front ot the apartment, Dean still frowning and Jenna yawning, having just woken up. Sam step out of the car and closes the door, Jenna shifts positions so she can lean on Dean instead.
"Call me if you find him," Sam tells them. Both Dean and Jenna nod, Jenna quickly yawning afterwards. "And, maybe I can meet up with you later?" Jenna flashes Sam a sleepy smile as she answers.
"That'd be nice, Sammy." Sam pats the car door twice and turns to walk off
"Sam?" Dean calls. making said person turn back. "We made a pretty good team back there." Sam nods his head in agreement and watches car disappear down the road. The air in the impala is in comfortable silence, until Jenna suddenly sits up.
"Dean, we have to go back," her voice is full barely contained panic. He looks at her worried.
"Why?" he questions, but still making a U-turn anyway.
"Something's gone wrong," is all she can tell. Jenna didn't why, but she a very bad feeling about what they would find once returning. She wasn't even sure what had made her want to back in the first place. She just had an overwhelming sense of dread and fear for Sam that wouldn't be eased until she was he was fine.
When they reach the apartment, at first everything seems fine, and Dean was about to tell her so until they heard Sam shout. Hearing this renews Jenna's panic and gives Dean enough reason to kick down the door.
"Sam!" They shout out, hoping to get a general idea of where he was. They hear him call out for Jess and Jenna immediately heads for the bedroom, Dean hot on her trail. Once there, they glance up and see Jess pinned to the ceiling and in flames. They grab one of Sam's arms each and shove out the door that way, forcing him to leave. Sam trying to fight Dean off as he blocked the hallway with his body, Jenna right behind him just in case. Right after they get out the front door, the flames engulf the rest of the apartment.
Jenna watches the scene unfold before her as she leans against the car, Sam at the trunk loading up a shotgun and Dean on the other side of the street, closer than they were. Firefighters were putting out the remains of the flames and scouring for extra damage, an ambulance was there helping to run a rehab center, and the police were keeping gawkers away.
Dean turns around and heads over to Sam. He looks at the trunk, then back at Sam, a signal which isn't ignored. Sam sighs and nods his head before tossing the gun back in the trunk and closing it.
"We've got work to do." Dean nods and heads to the driver's side and Sam steps up to take the passenger seat when Jenna, gently pushes him back. Sam furrows his brows in confusion, not her message.
Letting loose a sigh first, Jenna says, "Sam, lay down in the back, try to get some sleep, if not just pretend." Sam goes to argue with her, but Jenna interrupted before he could. "Humor me or I'll knock you flat on your ass." The look she gave him clearly said 'trust me, it's for your own good'. He sighed and did as asked, Jenna smiled to herself, and climbed into the front seat, curling legs on it and leaning on Dean. Glancing back every so often to check on Sam.
