Jenny sat in the backseat, playing Tetris on her phone as Dean argued with Sam.

"This is stupid." He grumbled, Sam looking at his older brother.

"Why?"

"Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave— there, there was no body left after the fire." Dean reminded as Jenny sat up for a short moment, wanting to speak but decided against it. Sam shrugged.

"She has a headstone."

"Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you wanna, go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on." Dean scoffed at what he believed was Sam's idiotic idea, his brother holding his frown.

"Dean, that's not the point."

"Well then, enlighten me, Sam."

"It's not about a body, or, or, a casket. It's about her memory, okay?" Dean hummed in annoyance, shaking his head. "And after Dad it just... just feels like the right thing to do."

"It's irrational, is what it is."

"Look, man. No one asked you guys to come." Jenny looked up from her phone for a moment, a frown on her face before she returned to her game.

"Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down." Dean asked, looking over to his brother before back to the road.

"That's a good idea, you should. Just drop me off, I'll hitch a ride, and I'll meet you there tomorrow."

"Right. Jen and I stuck... stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks."

...

Jenny stood in front of a large gravestone, staring down with a desolate look, hands shoved deep into her pockets. Sam and Dean were somewhere further off, unaware of where she had been headed.

After a few moments of long, calming silence, Dean had found Jenny, walking over to her quickly. "Hey, Jen. Think I found us a case! Girl had her funeral a few days ago and her grave was—" Dean cut himself short when Jenny didn't look up, which made him frown. He stopped next her to, turning to the gravestone.

Henry and Phoebe Price
1957 -1984

"Oh... I didn't know your parents were buried here." Jenny nodded slowly at Dean's quiet comment, sighing through her nose.

"Yeah. I didn't either. I didn't go to their funerals. Didn't want to, actually. Guess I forgot so much that I forgot they grew up here." Jenny looked to Dean, giving him a half-hearted smile. "What we're you saying about this case?"

Dean gave Jenny a look before gesturing for her to follow him. When they got to the girls grave he was talking about, Jenny frowned in confusion.

There was a perfect circle of dead grass around the girls grave, and the flowers that rested in the headstone were dry and withered. "When did you say she was buried?" Jenny asked, turning to Dean.

"Three days ago. What are you thinking?"

"I don't know. Witchcraft, maybe? Or a vengeful spirit. But I've never seen a spirit be able to do this." Sam walked over to the two, his arms crossed.

"Maybe it's unholy ground." Dean assumed, Sam frowning at his brother.

"Un—" Sam stopped himself, speechless

"What? If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the, the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?" Jenny gave Dean a strange look, wondering if it was a case from before they worked together.

"Yeah, b-"

"Could be the sign of a demonic presence. Or the, the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough." Sam was silent, nodding as he turned away. "Well, don't get too excited, you might pull something."

"It's just... stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?" Sam gestured to the graveyard and Jenny looked around, shrugging.

"It is a cemetery. Plus, I need to get my mind away from the Gordon Ramsay of vampires." Jenny joked, glaring as the clouds moved and the sun blinded her.

"Exactly. She gets it." Dean gestured to Jenny and Sam rolled his eyes.

"So— are you sure this is about a hunt, and not about something else?" Dean and Jenny frowned at Sam, who gave them both knowing looks.

"What else would it be about?" Dean asked, and Sam once again rolled his eyes. He sighed heavily, shaking his head as he moved to get into the Impala.

"You know, just forget about it."

"You believe what you want, Sam, but— I let you drag my ass out here, the least we could do is check this out." Dean shrugged. Sam nodded distantly.

"Yeah. Fine."

"Girl's dad works in town. He's a professor at the school."

...

Jenny knocked on the door to Dr. Mason's office, the older man opening it after a few seconds. "Dr. Mason?" She raised her brows, and the man nodded

"I'm Sam. This is Dean and Jennifer. We were friends of Angela's. We ... we wanted to offer our condolences." Dr. Mason looked at the three for a moment before stepping aside.

"Please, come in." The three walked in, Jenny and Sam sitting down as Dean had a look around the room.

Dr. Mason and Sam looked through a photo album, and Sam smiled softly. "She was beautiful."

"Yes, she was..." Mason mumbled, trying to smile.

"This is an unusual book." Jenny turned to look at Dean. He showed the cover of the book he's been paging through; it had carvings of Greek letters and a triangular symbol.

"It's ancient Greek; I teach a course."

"πόσο άπταιστα μιλάς στη γλώσσα?" Jenny asked, surprising the three at how fluently she sounded. Dr. Mason chuckled, going to his chair.

"πολύ." Jenny hummed, looking over at Dean, who was staring at her in confusion. Dean cleared his throat, setting the book down.

"So a car accident, that's, that's horrible." Dean spoke up, suddenly dropping the mood.

Dr Mason turned to Dean, nodding slowly. "Angie was only a mile away from home when, uh..."

"It's gotta be hard. Losing someone like that. Sometimes it's like they're s-- still around. Almost like you can still sense their presence." Sam looked to Dean with concern. "You ever feel anything like that?"

"I do, as a matter of fact."

Still looking at his brother, Sam spoke. "That's perfectly normal, Dr. Mason. Especially with what you're going through."

"Yeah, when my parents passed, I always thought they were still with me, y'know? Scowling at me everytime I did something stupid." Jenny chuckled in an attempt to brighten the mood, stopping when no one smiled.

"You know, I still phone her. And the phone's ringing before I remember that, uh... Family's everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life. And now I, I, I'm just lost without her."

There was an awkward silence for a moment, Sam cleared his throat. "We're very sorry."

...

"You know Ancient Greek?" Dean asked as they say around in their motel room, Jenny shaking her head.

"I know modern Greek. Ancient Greek is a little bit different." Dean just frowned at Jenny, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"I'm telling you, there's something going on here. We just haven't found it yet." He sighed, thinking as Sam shook his head.

"Dean, so far you've got a patch of dead grass and nothing." Jenny looked at Sam for a moment and shrugged.

"A patch of dead grass around a new grave. Obviously that's a case." Dean nodded at Jenny's comment.

"Something turned that grave into unholy ground."

"There's no reason for it to be unholy ground. Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That's not exactly vengeful spirit material. You heard her father."

"Yeah, well, maybe Daddy doesn't know everything there is to know about his little angel, huh?" Dean said with a small tinge of attitude, Sam shaking his head again.

"You know what? We never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn't even be here anymore."

"So what, Sam? What, we just bail? Without even figuring out what's going on?" Dean argued as Jenny raised her brows, glancing between the two brothers.

"I think I know what's going on here. It's the only reason I went along with you this far."

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, waving his arms up.

"This is about Mom's grave." There was a short silence, Jenny pressing her lips together awkwardly.

"I think I'm just gonna go out—"

"That's got nothing to do with it!" Dean snapped, Jenny falling back onto the bed, hesitant to get up.

"You wouldn't step within a hundred yards of it! Look. Maybe you're imagining a hunt where there isn't one so you don't have to think about Mom. Or Dad." Dean turned to his brother with an angry glare, Sam waving his arms out in temptation. "You wanna take another swing? Go ahead, if it'll make you feel better."

"What?" Jenny frowned, looking to Dean. He glanced over at her, shaking his head.

"I don't need this shit from you right now, Sam." Jenny got up from the bed as Dean grabbed his jacket at keys.

"Where're you going?" Sam asked and Dean stopped at the door.

"I'm going to go get a drink. Jen, you're more than welcome to come. But I need a break from you right now, Sam."

Jenny looked between the brothers for a moment, slowly going to grab her jacket. Dean walked out the door.

"Jenny?" Sam frowned and she turned to him.

"Look, Sam. It's been a rough few weeks. I just think— I think that you should stop bringing up this whole 'Dean's going on a case to avoid his feelings about our dead parents' crap. Because if you haven't noticed, it ticks him off, man. And I don't know what this whole 'take another swing' thing is about, but it seems like you two really need to stop arguing." Jenny turned away and walked out of the motel room before Sam could get another word in.

She looked at Dean, who was sitting in the drivers seat before walking over and getting in.

...

Dean and Jenny sat across from each other in a booth, their beer bottles barely touched as they had been staring at them a little too long.

"I think I was a bitch to Sam." Jenny frowned,
Dean scoffing.

"Yeah, well, he might have deserved it." He took a swig at his beer as Jenny shook her head.

"When he said to take another swing... What did he mean?" Dean looked up at Jenny, silent. "Dean?"

"Oh— Uh... When we met Gordon... After you had gone to the bar... Sam tried to tell me I was trying to replace my dad with Gordon..." Jenny shook her head, sipping on beer. "I don't know... I feel like he's trying to push something out. Like he's trying to crack open my bottle of emotions so he can have some chick flick moment."

Jenny chuckled softly, tilting her head towards the karaoke machine. She thought for a moment before sighing quietly again. "You really like bringing up your hatred for chick flick moments."

"Because they're dumb." Dean grumbled, Jenny looking at him with a roll of her eyes.

...

Jenny didn't question how Dean managed to get a spare key to Angela's apartment, even while they were technically breaking in.

The house was nice to say the least. But considering that Dean and Jenny had gotten drunk last night and Karaoke'd every song in Grease the night before, it was too bright for either of them.

"It's like I just walked into the sun." Jenny complained, squinting hard as Dean walked around, picking up a picture and looking at it. He suddenly whipped around, Jenny joining as they each stared at a woman, frozen in fear.

"Who the hell are you guys!?" Lindsay yelled before locking herself in her bedroom.

"Wait wait wait hold on!" Dean panicked, rushing over to the door.

"I'm calling 9-1-1!"

"We're Angela's cousins!" Dean lied, looking to Jenny and shrugged. She waved her hand to the door, silent.

"What?!"

"Yeah, her dad sent us over to, uh, pick up her stuff, my name's Alan? Alan Stanwick? This is— uh— Jessica!" Jenny dropped her panicked expression and stared at Dean, who mouthed a quick apology.

After a moment of hesitation, Lindsay slowly opened the door. "Her dad didn't say that you were coming."

"Well, I mean—" Dean picked through his pocket, pulling out the spare set of keys with an uncomfortable smile. "How else would we have the key to your place?"