Jenny paced back and forth in the motel room as Sam sat at the a table looking through several files, his leg bouncing up and down anxiously. Jenny was nibbling on her thumbnail, eyes wide with thought.

"You don't think they'll actually give Dean the death sentence, do you? I mean... Usually they only do that to people like Ted Bundy or— or John Wayne Gacy. People that have killed over a dozen humans." Jenny asked, Sam glancing at her with worry.

"Dean's getting the death penalty?" He mumbled, and the woman shrugged, shaking her head before biting her thumb again.

"I mean, I don't think he would. He didn't kill anyone. Technically speaking... But that doesn't even matter! He's not a serial killer."  Jenny twisted her hair nervously around her finger, biting it occasionally. Sam looked back at her, frowning.

"I haven't seen you do that in a while." Jenny spat her hair out of her mouth.

"Do what?"

"You know. Get this nervous. Dean will be fine, Jenny. He'll figure a way out. He always does." Just then, someone knocked on the door. Jenny turned to it quickly, rushing to the motel door and looked through the peep hole.

"Oh boy." She mumbled, looking to Sam. "It's Ballard." Jenny mouthed, Sam's eyes widening and he stood up quickly. Jenny slowly opened the door, staring at Ballard.

The two held eye contact for a moment before Ballard walked in, revealing her wrists. Sam and Jenny shared another look, then turned to Ballard.

"You saw it?" Jenny asked, brows raised as the other woman nodded, hesitating.

"Alright, you need to tell us exactly what you saw." Sam demanded, Jenny slowly sitting down in preparation.

"You know, I must be losing my mind. You two are fugitives. I should be arresting you!" Ballard waved her hands around her head, Jenny shaking hers.

"You can arrest us later. But right now you need our help, and we need yours. So start talking, Regan." Sam and Ballard looked at Jenny in confusion, shaking their heads. "What did it look like?"

"She was, um, really pale, and her throat was cut, and her eyes, they were like, this deep dark red? It appeared like she was trying to talk to me. But she couldn't. It was just... a lot of blood." Ballard explained as Jenny thought for a moment.

"Well, definitely not a Woman In White." She muttered to herself, though Sam could partially hear her and nodded in agreement. He snapped his fingers, walking over to the table again.

"You know what? Here. I've been researching every girl that's ever died or gone missing from Ashland Street." Ballard and Jenny followed Sam, looking over his shoulders at the papers in his hands.

"How'd you get those? Those are from crime scenes, and booking photos." Ballard questioned, Sam and Jenny slowly looking to her.

"You have your job, we have ours. Here." Sam handed Ballard a stack of photos, tapping them. "I need you to look through these, tell me if you recognize anyone."

Ballard sat down at the table and flipped through the stack. On the third photo, a young woman's booking photo, she stopped, eyes widening.

"This is her. I'm sure of it." Jenny took the photos, reading the title.

"Claire Becker. Twenty eight years old, disappeared about eight or nine months ago." Jenny looked to Sam, shrugging.

"But I don't even know her. I mean, why would she come after me?"

"Well, before her death, she was arrested twice. For dealing heroin. You ever work narcotics?" Sam read from Claire's file, glancing down at Ballard. She sighed, nodding.

"Yeah, Pete and I did. Before Homicide." Ballard admitted as Jenny tossed the photo down, putting her hands in her hips.

"You ever catch her?" Jenny asked, looking down at Ballard but not moving her head to do so. Ballard shook her head.

"Not that I remember." Sam cleared his throat, walking over to stand next to Jenny, showing her the file.

"It says that she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place, didn't find anything. Guess we gotta check it out ourselves. See if we can find her body."

"What?" Ballard frowned, standing up with a confused look as Jenny took the file from Sam, waving it.

"We gotta salt and burn Claire's bones. Only way she can move on." Ballard clicked her tongue, shaking her head as she looked down in disbelief.

"Of course it is."

...

Sam, Jenny, and Ballard walked into a dark and very creepy warehouse, looking around. Jenny took her flashlight from her hip, flicking it on.

"What exactly are we looking for?" Ballard asked as Sam and Jenny looked to her.

"A birthday party." Jenny answered sarcastically, Ballard shooting her a glare. "When we find it we'll let you know." Jenny gestured for Sam to go one way and Ballard to go another as she went forward, looking around with slow steps.

After a few short minutes, there was a loud clang, startling Jenny for a second before Ballard started yelling.

"Sam? Jennifer!"

Jenny was able to reach Ballard before Sam, looking around and gripping a crowbar. "Where is it?" Jenny whispered, her head snapping around.

"Did she attack you?" Sam asked, also holding a crowbar.

"No! No. No. No, she was just like, reaching out to me. She was over there by the window." Ballard pointed to a window blocked by a shelving unit, Jenny and Sam walking over to it.

"Hey, help me move this." Jenny grabbed one side of the unit, pulling it as Sam pushed. Jenny slowly walked back to the window, staring at the label.

"Ashland Supplies." Jenny mumbled, looking back to Ballard.

"Our little mystery word." Ballard shrugged, sighing.

"Now the extra letters make sense." Sam scoffed, pulling out his EMF, walking towards a wall with the reflection.

"What is that?"

"Spirits and certain remains give off electromagnetic frequencies." Sam looked over to Jenny, gesturing for her to follow him.

"So if Claire's body was here, that would indicate that?" Ballard asked as Jenny slowly walked past one of the brick walls, a mild headache slowly appearing. She turned to Sam with a slight grimace, gesturing to the wall.

"Right here." Sam looked around, grabbing a sledgehammer and Jenny backed away to stand next to Ballard, feeling the headache disappear as Sam started knocking out a sizable hole in the wall.

"Yeah. Yeah, there's definitely something in there." Sam gagged at the smell, poking his flashlight around. "You know? This is bothering me."

"Well, you are digging up a corpse." Ballard mumbled, looking to Jenny. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah just a headache." Jenny answered

"No, not that. That's, uh, that's pretty par for the course, actually." Sam spoke, not hearing the short conversation between Diana and Jenny.

"Then what?" Ballard asked, turning back to Sam as he looked at the two.

"It's just, I mean, no vengeful spirit Jenny and I have ever tussled with wanted to be wasted, so why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains? It doesn't make any sense." Jenny crossed her arms, thinking as she watched Sam start tippy the bricks out.

"Maybe she just wants to be out to rest. If she were murdered, I would rather go to heaven... or hell... than spend the rest of eternity killing people or trying to get my revenge." Jenny said, and Sam looked at her oddly before shaking his head. Jenny walked over to him, helping Sam as they both started pulling away at the wall.

"Holy shit." Ballard mumbled as she watched Sam and Jenny drag a shroud-wrapped body out from the wall and lay it on the ground. Jenny pulled out a pocket knife, snapping the ropes holding the body in place, and Sam uncovered it.

Ballard leaned down, revealing her wrists as Jenny used the wrap to lift Claire's wrists up.

"Her wrists are bruised." Jenny stated the obvious, looking at Ballards. Diana knelt down next, cautiously touching the necklace around Claire's throat.

"That necklace mean something to you?" Sam asked, quirking a brow.

"I've seen it before. It's rare. It was custom made over on Carson street." Ballard revealed a necklace she was wearing, nearly identical to the one Claire was wearing. "I have one just like it. Pete gave it to me."

Sam and Jenny turned to one another, appearing to be thinking the same thing.

"Now this makes perfect sense." Sam scoffed as Jenny stood up, followed by Ballard.

"What does?" Jenny looked down at Claire with remorse, turning to Ballard.

"Claire. She's a death omen." Jenny answered, causing Ballard to be even more confused.

"A what?"

"Claire's not killing anyone." Sam answered before the brunette could, sighing quietly. "She's trying to warn them. You see, sometimes spirits, they don't want vengeance, they want justice. Which is why she led us here in the first place. She wants us to know who her killer is." There was a short moment of silence as Sam stood up? glancing at Jenny. "Detective, how much do you know about your partner?"

Ballard thought for a moment before her eyes suddenly went wide. "Oh my god.

"What?" The two Hunters spoke in unison, staring at Diana.

"About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. Obviously it was a cop. We never found out who did it. But whoever did it would need someone to fence their product." Ballard shook her head in disbelief.

"Someone like a heroin dealer." Sam nodded, Jenny crossing her arms and looking back down at Claire, muttering.

"Somebody like Claire."

———

Sam and Jenny sat in the back of Diana's car as she talked to someone in the phone, Jenny staring at her through the mirror to watch her expressions.

"All right. Thanks." Ballard hung up, Jenny clearing her throat.

"What is it?" Sam asked, looking just a little nervous.

"Pete just left the precinct. With Dean." Jenny and Sam's eyes widened, looking at one another.

"What?" They spoke in unison again, leaning forward at the same time.

"He said the prisoner had to be transferred, and he just took him. Dispatch has been calling but he won't answer the radio."

"Radio? He took a county vehicle?" Sam questioned and the detective nodded, then shook her head. "Well, then they should have a lo-jack, you've just gotta get it turned on."

"Or, you know. Speed!" Jenny suggested as Ballard started to slowly speed up.

After a few minutes, Diana pulled over, Sam looking out the window as the detective got out, and Jenny practically laying on top of him to look out the same window.

Jenny reached over Sam, opening the car door and causing the Winchester to fall out. He shot Jenny a glare before standing up quickly, the two following Ballard to a van.

"It wasn't my fault. Claire was trying to turn me in, I had no choice!" Sheridan yelled as Sam and Jenny appeared closely behind Ballard, who had her gun drawn on him. Jenny held in a short gasp as she realized Sheridan had his gun drawn to Dean.

"And Tony? Karen?" Ballard asked, her voice trembling with disbelief.

"Same thing! Tony scrubbed the money, he got skittish, and then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything."

"How many more people are gonna die over this, Pete?" Ballard whispered just loud enough for them to hear, and the detective scoffed.

"There's a way out. This Dean kid's a friggin' gift. We could pin the whole thing on him. Right? No trial, nothing. Just, just one more dead scumbag."

"Hey!" Dean snapped, backing away when Sheridan aimed the gun at him again.

SHERIDAN raises the gun; DEAN backs off.

"No one will question it. Diana, please. I still love you." Ballard hesitated, slowly bringing her gun down. "Thank you. Thank you."

As he turned back to Dean, Diana brought her gun back up and fired, hitting Sheridan in the stomach. Sheridan went down as Dean rolled out of the way.

"Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass?" Sheridan tackled Ballard to the ground and she lost her gun. Sam ran to get it, Sheridan grabbing it first and aimed it at Dean.

"No!" Jenny ran in front of Dean as a gun shot went off, Jenny slowly opening her eyes to see Sheridan fall down. Dead.

"Oh thank god." Dean mumbled, Jenny sighing in relief.

———

"You doin' all right?" Sam asked Ballard as she approached them, looking back at Sheridan's body.

"Not really. The death omen Claire. What happens to her now?"

"Well, with the guy that killed her dead, she should be at rest." Jenny crossed her arms, leaning against the tree next to her. Ballard gave her an unsure look. "It's over, MacNeil." Dean's eyes widened in realization, looking at Ballard.  "So, what now?"

"Pete did confess to me. He screwed up both your cases royally. I'd say that there's a good chance that we could get your cases dismissed." Jenny smiled in relief, patting Dean's back.

"You'd take care of that for us?" Sam asked skeptically, and Ballard shrugged.

"I hope so. But the St. Louis murder charges? That's another story. I can't help you. Unless... I just happened to turn my back, and you walked away. I could just tell them that the suspects escaped." Jenny gave Sam and Dean a look, gesturing for them to start walking.

"Wait, are you sure?" Sam frowned, and Diana nodded.

"Yeah, she's sure, Sam. Let's go." Jenny continued waving her hands away from the scene.

"No, it's just, I mean, you could lose your job over something like that." Sam continued on, Dean and Jenny rolling their eyes in annoyance.

"Look, I just want you guys out there doing what you do best. Trust me, I'll sleep better at night." The detective turned, starting to leave before she paused. "Listen, you need to watch your back. They're gonna be looking for both of you right now. Get out of here. I gotta radio this in."

"Hey, uh, you wouldn't happen to know where my car is, by chance?" Dean scoffed a smile, shrugging.

"It's at the impound yard down on Robertson." She noticed Dean's look, and she shook her head, waving a finger. "Don't... even think about it."

"It's okay, it's all right, don't worry. We'll, uh, we'll just improvise. I mean, we're pretty good at that." Sam chuckled awkwardly as Ballard started walking away again.

The three Hunters started walking down the road, Jenny sighing loudly.

"Nice lady." Sam spoke, Dean nodding.

"Yeah, for a cop. Did she look familiar to you?" Dean turned to Jenny, who nodded. "Good, I'm not the only one. Anyway, are you two hungry?"Sam shook his head, Jenny doing the same.

"For some reason I could really go for some pea soup." Dean looked up in thought as Jenny grimaced.

"Absolutely not when I'm around."

you know, i did think about putting jenny in the hospital during this chapter. but i have other plans for her 😈