After leaving the motel room, Dean and Athena had headed straight for Guenther's Auto Repair Shop, with the intention of asking him a couple of questions about John Winchester and about the night of the fire. Dean, not so happily, climbed into the passenger side of the Impala as Athena happily got in behind the wheel. She quickly started up the car, and pulled out of the parking lot, an excited glint in her eyes.
"So, where to?" She asked and Dean took a deep breath before directing her to where they needed to go. She followed his directions before asking, "So, how do you and your brother know Adriana?"
"I told you, our father's worked together," Dean replied.
"I know that, but I mean, how'd they meet up?"
"Her dad saved my dad's life."
Athena looked at him. His face was blank. "Really? I thought your dad was some kind of super God," she said, attempting to make a joke, but trailed off when she saw his face.
"It was... my dad, on principle, hunts alone. He barely liked me hunting with him. Just after mom died, he went on a hunt for a random creature, a werewolf, I think it was. He was distracted, it was more like he wanted the creature to find him. The creature would have killed him, had Matthew Tanner not been hunting it." Dean had Athena's full attention captured, with his unique way of telling stories, his voice full of emotion.
"Mathew Tanner was a hunter, in a similar situation to Dad, except his wife wasn't killed by a demon, she ran off because she was afraid of the supernatural. He was a solo hunter. Until he met dad. I don't know," he said as he shook his head. "They kinda understood each other. And they hunted together. And then, about three months after that, Matt go a phone call," he continued, shaking his head. "His ex-wife just dumped baby Adriana on him and moved to Russia. I was about seven when that happened, she would have been two and Sammy would have been three. Her and Sam honestly have grown up in this life. They've never known anything else but it."
Athena shook her head. She couldn't imagine growing up in a life like this. "But they were just kids... you were just a kid..."
Dean nodded. "He was a good dad, he was just obsessed with finding the thing that had killed our mom... it made him almost crazy sometimes. It was like all he ever did at times. He tried to be a normal father and keep us out of the life, but it didn't work for long. I think I learned how to shoot a crossbow when I was like nine."
"I fled Vegas with my dad when I was 17," Athena offered. Dean raised his eyebrows.
"How does that work?" he asked, sounding curious.
"He's a gambling addict. My mom was a business woman, and he was interfering with that, so she divorced him."
"Wow." Dean said eloquently.
"He ran up a huge debt, one that even you with your seemingly endless supply of money wouldn't be able to pay. And so we left for Toledo, Ohio."
"Why Toledo, Ohio?" Dean asked. Athena looked at him, thinking about it for one second before laughing.
"I have no idea in the slightest. But I learnt how to evade federal police pretty damn well," she said, sighing. "I was named for a casino!" she said, giving him a look that showed him she was still slightly shocked about this.
"That's always fun, what casino?"
"I was conceived in a casino called 'Olympia'," she said with a laugh. Dean gave her a look that said 'are you kidding me'. Athena replied by pressing her lips together, trying not to laugh and nodding. Dean shook his head, muttering something inaudible under his breath. "So, anyways," She continued. "I guess the reason why my dad chose Toledo was because it was such a small town... a place where we could start over new."
Dean nodded. "That makes sense."
Athena nodded. "So, where did you guys live?"
Dean shrugged. "Motels. Whatever city the case was in, us kids were left in the motel room while they hunted the creature. We attended the school in that area for however long it took them to hunt and kill it, then we left and moved on to the next town."
Athena smiled as she glanced at him, trying to change the subject because she could tell it pained him a bit to talk about his childhood. "So, how was Drie when she was little? Still stubborn as hell?" She questioned him.
"She's become even more stubborn, if that's possible," he said, as if he couldn't believe it either. "But she was always loyal, always creative, and always hated... this," he said, gesturing to the garage.
"I don't see why," Athena said.
Dean looked at her, studying her. "Why do you?" he asked her.
Athena paused, trying to gather her thoughts. "I don't like feeling dependent," she said shortly.
"And killing things makes you feel independent?"
"YES! Well, no, but it's like... I don't even know."
Dean chuckled. "Let's get inside and see what info we can dig up," He said after she had parked the car in front of the garage. He climbed out of the car and grabbed a badge from inside the glove compartment of the car. "You know," He started as they walked up to the doors of the garage. "We're really gonna have to get you and Drie some fake badges."
Athena laughed. "And you just make those out of thin air?" She questioned.
Dean laughed as well. "No... it's sorta like a con in itself," He stated. "I'll explain later when we have more time, but we gotta get you two some badges."
She nodded as they walked into the garage and was met by a middle aged man, slightly overweight, holding a wrench in greasy, tough hands.
"Can I help you?' he said in a gruff voice. Dean glanced at Athena before he replied. Athena's attention was focused on the car behind the man and so Dean followed her gaze.
"Nice body," he said to the man, about the car. The man gave him a look and Dean quit stalling. "So, you and John Winchester, you used to own this garage together?" he asked. The man set his wrench down, scratching his head.
"Yeah, we used to, a long time ago," he said, his voice reminiscent of a man visiting memories. "Matter of fact it must be about twenty years since John disappeared. So why the cops interested all of a sudden?" he asked, giving them a once over. Athena cleared her throat, her gaze still on the car.
"Oh, we're re-opening some of our unsolved cases and the Winchester disappearance is one of 'em," she said in a voice quite unlike her own. Her accent was more southern, it matched Dean's. Dean tried not to look surprised, but yet again the girl pulled something out of the bag. Guenther seemed to accept her story.
"Oh, well, what do you want to know about John?" he asked, sounding slightly wary.
"Whatever you remember, you know, whatever sticks in your mind," Dean replied.
"Well, he was a stubborn bastard, I remember that," he said, chuckling. "And, whatever the game was he hated to lose, you know? It's that whole marine thing," he continued as Athena snuck a glance at his son, smiling. Dean ignored her. "But, oh, he sure loved Mary. And he doted on those kids." At the mention of his mother, Dean's face dropped a shade.
"But that was before the fire?" he asked, his expression and voice neutral.
"That's right," the man said.
Dean lent forward. "He ever talk about that night?" he asked in a low voice.
"No, not at first. I think he was in shock," the man replied, sounding sympathetic.
"Right, but eventually? What did he say about it?" Dean asked, prying for information.
"Oh, he wasn't thinkin' straight," He replied with a casual wave of his hand. "He said something caused that fire and killed Mary."
Dean looked shocked for a moment. "He ever say what did it?"
Mr Guenther shook his head. "Nothing did it. It was an accident-an electrical short in the ceiling or walls or somethin'. I begged him to get some help but..." He trailed off and Dean gave him a confused look.
"But what?"
"He just got worse and worse," He replied.
"How?" Athena asked quietly.
"He started readin' these strange ole books. He started going into town to see this palm reader."
Dean looked surprised. "Palm reader? Do you have a name?"
Mr. Guenther shook his head. "No."
Dean nodded once. "Well, thank you for your time," He said as he turned around and led the way out of the garage and back to the Impala. "We're gonna head into town and find the names of all the psychics in town. Then we'll head back to the motel room and fill the other two in on what we've found. We'll probably all head out from there." He waited for her to reply and she nodded her head once before opening the driver side door and climbing in while Dean got in on the passenger side, once again not happy.
"Why don't we just head back to the motel room? They've got some phone books there that we can look up psychics," She suggested and Dean nodded in approval.
"All right. Let's head back to the motel and see what Sam and Adriana have been up to," Dean said. Athena skipped off to the car.
"I swear you didn't even look at Guenther, you were too busy lookin' at the car behind him," Dean remarked as Athena opened the door and put the key into the ignition. She started the car, revving the accelerator as Dean rolled his eyes. She took off quickly, leaving huge skid marks and dropping the clutch.
Dean yelled at her, "Be careful!"
Athena laughed, and sped along the highway back to the motel, enjoying the feeling of the car beneath her. After Dean's initial panic that she might have left tyre in the carpark, he began to relax as well. He had to admit, Athena handled the car well, not that he would ever tell her. Her head would become far too big. She was the picture of confidence as he glanced at her. Guys liked confident chicks, him included. She turned into the motel and shut off the car, sighing.
"Are we going out again today?" she asked as she climbed out. Dean supressed a smile.
"Nope."
Athena looked outraged. "I got to drive, like, ten minutes," she said, knowing full well it was 20 minutes into Lawrence.
Dean rolled his eyes. "You do realise you sound vapid when you say 'like'. Speaking of which, what the hellwas that accent?" he asked, genuinely curious.
Athena shrugged. 'I figured it would draw less attention to us if I sounded like you," she said, pulling the door to the motel open. Dean nodded as he climbed the internal stairway.
"Smart," he said approvingly. Athena stopped and winked at him.
"I know I am," she said as he pushed past her, smirking.
"Just not quite as smart as me" he said, looking back at her while he opened the door. He turned and saw Sam and Adriana. Rather, Sam lying on Adriana and kissing her, her top around her ribs. Dean's mouth fell open, before his expression smoothly changed into a smirk.
"Get a room," he said, and they broke apart in shock.
Adriana glared at Dean as she quickly slipped her shirt back on. "For the record, we arein a room, Dean," She stated, annoyance in her voice, but he could see her cheeks were turning a slight pink as she tried to fight the blush. Sam finally turned and looked at his brother in the eye. Dean looked on the verge of laughing. But something in his eyes showed resignation, and approval. Sam stood up, smoothing himself down. Dean took one look at the pair of them, Adriana's blush steadily growing and turned away to avoid laughing.
"Well, Sammy, I didn't think you had it in you," he said with a snigger. Athena leaning in the doorway caught his eye and he looked at her and they both burst out laughing.
"I don't actually find this funny," Sam said over their noise. Adriana nodded her head in agreement.
"Actually, Sam, what I think would be funnier, was if we caught Athena and Deanie here, doing exactly the same thing," Adriana said, a slight smile playing across her lips as her blush faded. Athena and Dean simultaneously glared at her and quit laughing. Adriana nodded her head. "Exactly. So shut it," She stated.
Dean's glare softened and he smirked. "For now." His gaze met his little brother's again and Sam averted his eyes, knowing Dean could see right through him.
"So, what did you guys find out?"' Sam asked, trying to change the subject.
"Well," Dean stated as he sat down beside Adriana on the other bed because she had quickly hopped over and away from Sam when the two had been interrupted. "We found out dad went to a psychic a lot of the time."
"Do we have a name?" Sam asked, suddenly serious and focused. Dean shook his head.
"No name, but there can only be so many psychics in Lawrence, right?" he said, pulling open the draw in the bedside table and tossing the phonebook to Athena. Sam cocked his head and watched how they interacted. They actually worked quite well together. He didn't know if it was the similar personalities or what, but get the job done, they did. His brother was always more of a people person than him anyway. He liked Athena, but she was very forward.
"Psychic... P." Athena said as she ran her finger down the book.
"Glad you learned your alphabet, Thena. Now quicker than a glacial pace would be nice," Dean drawled.
Athena glared at him, before returning her gaze to the books. "Okay, so there are a few psychics and palm readers in town," she said to them. "There's someone named El Divino," she said with a snort. "There's..." she cut herself off laughing quietly, "there's the mysterious Mister Fortinsky..." she said, following her finger. "Uh, Missouri Moseley."
Dean glanced up at the name. "Wait, wait. Missouri Moseley?" He questioned.
Athena nodded. "Yeah...?"
Dean stood up and grabbed their father's journal from off of the table. "In dad's journal..." He trailed off as he flipped through the pages, stopping on one. "Here, look at this," He said as he showed the book to Sam. "First page. First sentence. Read it."
Sam glanced at Dean cautiously before reading out loud. " 'I went to Missouri and I learned the truth'," He read.
Dean shrugged. "I always thought he meant the state."
Sam looked up at Dean. "We gotta go visit this Missouri."
Dean nodded in agreement. "Should we go now? Or would you and Drie like some more alone time?" He asked winking. This time Adriana didn't so much blush as fire up.
"Dean Anthony Winchester! If you do not shut the fuck up about that, I swear I will kill you," she yelled, hands on her hips, fuming. Dean chuckled, while Sam looked a little taken aback. It took a lot for Adriana to swear. Dean however, sensed when he was pushing it too far and held his hands up in a peace gesture.
"Okay. Okay. I'll shut up."
Adriana glared at him one final time. "Good," she said, folding her arms.
"Are we going now?" Athena asked.
Dean turned on her, tutting. "I know why you're so keen, little Goddess," he said, smirking knowingly. Athena tried to give him a wide eyed innocent look that Adriana had perfected but failed. Dean shook his head and Athena's look shifted. It shifted into a predatory look before she took the keys out of her pocket and dangled them in front of him.
"Oh really? And why is that Dean?" she asked, tauntingly moving the keys and herself closer to him. Dean unwillingly leaned forward and Athena smirked before pulling back. Dean realised what he was doing and returned to his slouch.
"You want to drive. You don't want me to drive you?" he said, his smirk returning as he thought 'two can play this game'. Sam looked uncomfortably at Adriana.
"How about I drive?" he offered. Athena tore her gaze off Dean for a minute to give him an incredulous look. Sam returned an innocent puppy pout. "Or not," he muttered to Adriana.
"Adriana, do you want to go today or tomorrow?" Dean asked, pulling a chair out from the table and chucking his feet up on it, closing his eyes. Adriana sensed her chance to get one up on Dean from his previous jibes.
"I definitely think we should go today," she said.
Dean's eyes opened in annoyance. "You just set yourself up for that brother," Sam said, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he walked to get his jacket. Athena slid the keys into her pocket, looking smug. Adriana gave Dean a smirk that equated his own as she followed Sam. Dean groaned before pulling himself out of the chair.
"But you haven't seen her drive," he protested.
Adriana grinned, turning around to walk backwards. "No, you're right. I haven't. But I'm about to be able to witness it," She told him, the smirk still playing on her lips.
Dean glared at the blonde. She could be so infuriating sometimes. And then he realized she was just picking up from his habits from being with him after so many years. "Yeah, whatever."
"You're sure this is a good idea?" Sam whispered to Dean as the four of them sat on a couch in the waiting room of the psychic house.
Dean shrugged. "Dude, we don't really have much to go on right now. This is the only lead we've gotten," He said.
A man walked past them as a short black woman followed after him. As she spoke, she had a soft, southern accent much similar to Adriana's. "All right, there, don't worry about a thing. Your wife is crazy about you." She closed the door after the man had walked out and turned to face the four sitting on the couch as they stood up. "Phew. Poor bastard. His wife is cold bangin' the gardener." She shook her head.
"Why didn't you tell him?" Dean asked.
Missouri shook her head. "People don't come here for the truth. They come here for good news." She sighed. "Well, come on in you four. I ain't got all day," She stated, leading the way into the back room where she did her readings. Her gaze swept over all them, and she smiled. "Well, let me look at ya," She continued to smile. "Oh you boys sure grew up handsome, and you sure became a knockout, Little One," she said, directing the last part at Adriana. Strangely, she accepted the name without defense. "Especially as you were one goofy lookin' kid," she continued, pointing a finger at Dean. Dean glared as Sam smirked at his brother. Missouri quickly glanced at Athena, once again standing at the back of the group, her gaze travelling over her without comment. Her quick eyes darted back to Sam's. "Sam," she said, taking his hands in her warm ones. "Oh honey," she began, sadness in her eyes. "I'm sorry about your girlfriend." The group cast shocked looks at each other. "And your father? he's missin'?"
"How'd you know all that?" Sam asked in awe.
"Well you were thinkin' it just now," she said in a tone that implied it was obvious. Sam raised his eyebrows, surprised at her response.
"Well where is he? Is he okay?" Dean asked, pushing the topic forward and the obvious worry entering his voice.
Missouri shrugged. "I don't know."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Don't know? Aren't you a psychic?"
He was annoyed. He thought they had gotten a lead but only turned out this was also a dead end as well. That's all they were ever getting was dead ends. It wasn't fair and it was becoming frustrating and annoying as hell. He just wanted to get some information that could actually help and lead them to where their father was. He just wanted the truth and answers. He just wanted to find his dad and kill whatever it was that had killed his mother and Sam's fiance.
She gave Dean a dark look. "Boy, you see me sawin' some bony tramp in half?" She questioned.
Dean smirked and muttered. "No, but I'm sure we can offer you Adriana if you'd like to try?"
Adriana's glare darkened at him. "Did you just call me a tramp?" She asked, pursing her lips together and crossing her arms over her chest.
"The way you were acting on the bed, I wouldn't put it past you," he shot at her. Adriana's mouth dropped before she flew at Dean, pummelling him with real anger. Sam leaped forwards and pulled her off him. Missouri shook her head disapprovingly at Dean.
"You think I'm a magician? I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can't just pull facts out of thin air," she said, walking into the next room. The group traipsed behind her, Adriana glaring at the back of Dean's head. "Sit please," she said majestically. Dean slouched onto the couch, his next action obvious to Athena. "Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'ma whack you with a spoon," Missouri snapped before he could move.
"I didn't do anything!" Dean said, protesting his innocence.
"But you were thinkin' about it," she replied. Dean raised his eyebrows, glancing at the rest of the group to see their reactions. Sam smiled at Missouri, Athena smirked at Dean and Adriana made a point of sitting as far away from Dean as she could.
"Okay, so our dad-when did you first meet him?" Sam asked, changing the subject.
"He came for a reading," Missouri explained. "A few days after the fire. I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say I drew back the curtains for him."
"What about the fire?" Dean asked urgently. "Do you know about what killed our mom?"
Missouri nodded. "A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing."
"And could you?" Sam asked.
"I..." She started to speak, but shook her head.
"What was it?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. But oh, it was evil," She said positively.
Sam sighed. "We think whatever killed our mother is back... and it's going to hurt the people who live in our house now," He explained.
"Why do you think that?" Missouri asked. Sam shifted a little, not knowing how to express himself.
"Sam's been having dreams about the house, similar to what he had before Jess's death," Adriana said, sensing his discomfort. Sam smiled gratefully down at her.
Missouri nodded thoughtfully. "I'm not one to take dreams lightly but I don't understand. I haven't been back inside, but I've been keepin' an eye on the place, and it's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it actin' up now?" she asked, thinking out loud.
Sam sighed. "I don't know... But dad going missing and Jessica dying... and now this house all happening at once-it just feels like something's starting," He said.
Dean scoffed. "That's a comforting thought."
Adriana shot Dean a look. "Shut it. You're not exactly helping the situation any," She snapped and Missouri chuckled at the blonde.
"I see you haven't changed a bit. You were just as snappy when you were four as you are now, Little One," She commented.
Dean opened his mouth and Adrian glared at him. "Don't even thinkabout calling me 'Little One' or I will chop off your head like you're a vampire," She warned him almost as if she could read his thoughts because he quickly shut his mouth. She could be vicious when she wanted to be.
"We should go to the house again," Sam said authoritatively, all ready to charge off. Adriana looked at him in surprise; obviously something about the case being this close to home fired him up. Dean glanced up at his brother in lazy non-committal but Missouri also stood up.
"He's right. Y'all coming?" she said as she walked into the kitchen, grabbing a coat. Athena loped behind Sam and Adriana who had bounced up, before Dean reluctantly followed. The four younger people climbed into the Impala, as per usual while Missouri got in her own car. They drove to the house quickly but quietly. Dean, taking charge once again, knocked on the door as they all milled around the step. Jenny pulled it open, baby Ritchie on her hip, looking frantic.
"Sam, Dean. What are you doing here?" she said in a tone that matched her appearance. Dean tired to peer past her before Missouri gave him a not so subtle kick.
"Hey Jenny. This is our friend Missouri," Sam said, indicating the black woman. Missouri gave a comforting smile.
"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the house. You know, for old times sake," Dean asked, sounding hopefully.
Jenny sighed and switched the baby to her other hip. "You know, this isn't a good time, I'm kind of busy," she said, glancing back over her shoulder.
"Listen Jenny, it's important," Dean said, pushing the matter. There was a large crack as Missouri whacked him on the back of the head with a spoon. Adriana snickered, still upset at Dean's earlier jibe.
"Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" she asked, shaking her head disapprovingly. She turned and spoke to Jenny directly.
"Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out" she said as a stunned expression appeared on Dean's face.
"About what?" Jenny asked.
"About this house," Missouri replied, gesturing to the object in question. A brief flicker of conflicting emotions crossed Jenny's face.
"What are you talking about?" she asked. Missouri leaned forward.
"I think you know what I'm talking about. You think there's something in this house, something that wants to hurt your family. Am I mistaken?" she asked in a tone that implied she didn't think she was.
"Who are you?" Jenny asked, sounding worried.
Missouri gave the girl a comforting smile. "We're people who can help, but you're gonna have to trust us. Just a little."
Jenny glanced at each of the faces standing before her on her porch, not sure if she should trust them or not. They all looked so sincere and honest, she couldn't help but give in to them. She stepped aside a bit, allowing the group to enter into her house before she closed the door behind them. She gently bounced Ritchie on her hip, trying to calm him down. She sighed as the five people stood in her living room, quietly talking amongst themselves, trying to figure out where the first place they should start examining would be.
"Can I help you?" Jenny asked, prying a bit.
Missouri turned to face her. "Jenny, can you tell me anything that's been going on in this house since you moved in?"
Jenny sighed, shrugging. "Whatever I already told Dean and Sam. Just rats and bad lighting," She stated then sighed again. She wasn't sure why she was about to say this, but she did. "Sairie's convinced there's something in her closet."
Missouri raised an eyebrow. "Can you show us to her room?" She asked and Jenny nodded, leading the way up the stairs to her daughter's bedroom.
"This is it," She said quietly. "Look, if you don't mind, I'm gonna leave you guys in here while I go get Ritchie some food." With that, the blonde lady walked away.
Missouri sighed as she walked into the bedroom, standing in the middle of the room. "If there's dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it."
Sam cocked his head to the side. "Why?"
Missouri turned to him slightly. "This used to be your nursery, Sam. This is where it all happened," She told him and Sam glanced up at the ceiling, almost as if remembering while Dean pulled out an EMF, sweeping it around the room. Missouri turned to the oldest Winchester. "That an EMF?" She asked and Dean nodded.
"Yeah."
Missouri gave him a look. "Amateur." She rolled her eyes as Dean glared at her before nudging Sam, showing him that the EMF was beeping frantically. "I don't know if you boys should be disappointed or relieved, but this isn't the thing that killed your mom."
"Wait, are you sure?" Sam asked. Missouri nodded.
"How do you know?" Athena asked, from the doorway of the room, as was her standard pose. Missouri looked up in surprise almost, and ran her eyes over the leggy girl.
"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' different," she drawled.
"What is it?"
"Not it," Missouri said crossing the room and pulling open the closet. "Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."
"What are they doing here?" Dean asked. Missouri shook her head, as if she didn't quite know how to explain it.
They're here because of what happened to your family. You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected," she said eerily. Sam opened his mouth before closing it, thinking.
"I don't understand," he said finally.
"This place is a magnet to paranormal activity. It's attracted a poltergeist. A nasty one. And it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead," she told him, shaking her head sadly.
"You said there was more than one spirit?" Athena asked, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The girl was sharp, Missouri had to give her that.
"There is. I just can't make out the second one."
Dean's face was set in a grim mask of determination. "Well one thing's for damn sure. No one's ever dyin' in this house again. So whatever is here, how do we stop it?"
"I'll need to gather some things and then we'll come back here," Missouri told the group. "We need to go back to my house."
Dean nodded. "All right."
Adriana hopped up off of Sairie's bed where she had been sitting. "I'll stay here with Jenny... in case something happens while we're gone," She suggested and Missouri nodded.
"That's not a bad idea," She said, nodding her head in approval of the idea. "If anything happens though, you call us."
Adriana nodded. "Of course." She followed the group down the stairs and into the kitchen where Jenny was sitting with Ritchie. "Hey, they're gonna go ahead and head out... but I wanted to know if it was all right if I stayed behind?" She asked and Dean almost had to do a double take because he had never heard that timid tone of voice on the blonde girl before.
Jenny sighed, looking unsure once again, but finally decided it couldn't hurt. "I don't see why not," She said, smiling at the younger girl. Adriana gave Sam a reassuring smile as he pulled the door shut. She turned to Jenny.
"Anything I can do to help?" she asked. Jenny glanced around the house.
"Would you mind watching Ritchie for a while? I don't trust him alone," she said. Adriana nodded and took the little boy from her, cooing at him. Jenny smiled before dashing off.