Sam and Dean dragged the wolf down the steps to Bobby's basement. Jo held open the panic room door and allowed the boys to chain the wolf to the small bed before they locked it behind them. All eyes turned to Jenna, who simply went upstairs and grabbed a beer.

Jo sighed. "Now what?"

"We wait till he wakes up," Jenna replied evenly. "And then we torture him to find the rest of the pack."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You sure you want to do this?"

Jenna glared at him. "I've been dreaming of this day for twelve years. No one's gonna stand in my way. Especially not a Winchester." She pushed past Dean into the living room where she sat on the couch and propped her feet up. Dean simply stared at her, taken aback. Sam sighed and grabbed a beer before sitting at the table.

Dean shook his head and headed out the door. Sighing, Jo followed him, finally catching up to him at the Impala. He was busy under the car, on a roller and Jo kicked his leg.

"Not in the mood, Sammy," Dean muttered, not bothering to move.

"Good thing I'm not Sammy."

Dean sighed. "Still not in the mood." Jo shrugged and hopped up on the Impala's hood, making Dean appear. "Oh no. Down. Now." Jo shrugged innocently. "Seriously, Harvelle. Off my hood."

Jo rolled her eyes and slid off the hood. "Happy?"

Dean sighed. "Yeah. Yeah, I am." He looked Jo over steadily. "What about you?"

Jo frowned. "What about me?"

Dean shrugged. "How are you doing since…"

Jo ran a hand through her hair. "I'm surviving. That's the point, isn't it? Survive until you kill it."

Dean shook his head. "It doesn't have to be like that."

Jo snorted. "What does it have to be? White picket fence? A dog? A husband? A couple of kids?"

Dean looked at her, dead serious. "Would that be so bad?"

"I'm a hunter. Not a housewife."

Dean sighed. "I never said you were."
Jo snorted and went to argue further but Sam popped his head out of the back door.

"Guys! He's up."

XXX

Three hunters stood outside of the panic room, listening to the wolf inside of the room scream. Suddenly it stopped and there was a pounding from the inside of the room. Sighing, Jo got up, letting Jenna out.

All eyes were on the huntress, who was completely silent. She pushed past the three hunters and went up to the kitchen. Dean sighed and followed her, watching as she grabbed a beer out of the fridge.

"Well?" he asked.

Jenna kept her back to him. "He's not talking."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because he's screaming his lungs out."

Jenna turned to glare at Dean. "Well, there's a difference between screaming and giving away the location of the pack."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "How'd you get out?"

Jenna was taken aback. "What?"

Dean was undeterred. "Hell. How'd you get out?"

Jenna snorted. "Not everyone needs to go to Hell to become twisted. Some people just have to live through it."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you're problem is-"

"You are!" Jenna yelled. "I tried to make a deal for my brother. Lord know I tried. But every damn demon turned me down. Not all of us can get our brothers back from the dead and then escape from Hell." Dean stared at her with his mouth hanging open. Jenna pushed past him, going out the back door into the scrap yard. Silently Jo grabbed her own beer and followed the huntress.

She found Jenna laying in the back of an old pickup and Jo hooped up to the edge of the truck bed.

"Don't wanna talk, Blondie," Jenna murmured.

Jo shrugged and opened her beer. "Neither do I." Jenna rolled her eyes and laid back down, looking at the sky. Both women stayed quiet, lost in their own thoughts.

Both of the girls were lost in their own thoughts when a horrible metal sound pierced the air. Both huntresses jumped off the truck and took off toward the front of the scrapyard. They made it in time to watch as two women took into the woods. A shot gun went off and the bullets buried themselves in a nearby tree. The huntresses turned to see Sam and Dean rushing towards them with Bobby and his shotgun on the front porch.

"You guys okay?" Sam asked.

Jo nodded. "Yeah. What was that?"

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled before grabbing his pistol and heading for the woods.

"Oh, God," Sam muttered.

Jenna frowned, confused. "What happened?"

"I'm gonna hunt those bitches..." Dean disappeared into the woods and Jo and Sam went to investigate the Impala while Jenna followed, still confused.

On the side of the black muscle car were scratches that read, We have a trade off. Crossroads at midnight. - MPG

Sam sighed. "Well. We have their attention."

Jenna shook her head. "No," she murmured. The brunette turned and stormed back into Bobby's house. "This is over." The two other hunters followed her, frowns on both their faces. She rushed up the stairs and started throwing weapons and clothes back into her bag.

"Jenna," Jo murmured.

Jenna shook her head. "I'm heading out. I'll meet the pack. I'll end it. Thanks for the help." She pushed past Jo and headed down the steps.

"Jenna, wait. Who's that note from?" Jenna stilled in her tracks almost instantly, standing just inside the doorway.

"My brother."