Jenny looked up at the museum with a look that had basically explained it all. This had to be the worst idea Dean has ever spoken. An idea so terrible that she truly debated on stopping Hunting right then and there. An idea so ungodly stupid that Jenny wanted to strangle Dean until his last brain cell put some sense into him.

This was, and will forever be, the worst idea she agreed to.

"This is such a stupid idea." She grumbled while picking the lock to the museum. While Sam nodded in agreement, Dean rolled his eyes, scanning the road behind them.

"Yeah, I heard you two the first nine times." Dean snapped bitterly, gesturing for Jenny to hurry up.

"Don't rush me, Dean. I'll just go slower." She told him, hearing the lock click. She huffed quietly, opening the door.

Dean was holding a map and flashlight, Sam and Jenny holding just flashlights. Dean opened the map up and read it for a moment before pointing ahead.

"This way." The trio walked down the hallway slowly, Sam shaking his head.

"I hate this plan, Dean." Sam repeated again, his brother rolling his eyes once more.

"Yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it." The three rounded a corner, Jenny waving her flashlight in every possible direction as a stone expression laid on her face. She wanted to keep bugging Dean that there were other ways to do the case, but she guessed he wasn't that smart to think of one if he already had this plan set in motion.

Jenny walked up to a glass exhibition case, humming a song from Motley as she picked the lock on it.

"Are you humming Motley Crüe?" Sam frowned at Jenny, who slowly took the decorated axe out of his glass cell.

"It keeps me calm when I'm about to blow a fuse." She whispered, turning to see Dean holding a hooked dagger he snatched from another case.

A noise echoed through the quiet museum, alerting the three hunters. They each shared a look as Sam inclined his head. Jenny put the axe down, quickly leaving.

As they rounded a corner, three guns cocked, flashlights blinding Sam, Dean and Jenny as three cops aimed their guns at them.

"Freeze!" The first cop yelled, and the three hunters turned to run, but two more cops were blocking their path.

"Don't move!" The second cop yelled, but the trio still tried to make their exit down the last hallway, another pair of cops blocking them. They were surrounded.

"I said freeze!" The first cop repeated. Jenny glanced to Dean with an annoyed glare, slowly raising her hands up in surrender.

"Hold it right there!"

"Put your hands on you heads! Get down on your knees! Now!" The Winchester brothers complied, whilst Jenny struggled to get onto her knees, her leg still healing.

A cop came up behind Jenny and shoved her down, causing the woman to hiss in pain. "Jesus, if I wanted to be man-handled I'd just—"

"Quiet!" The cop silenced her. Dean looked to Jenny as she clasped her hands behind her head, a wave of pain crossing her face.

Dean was smirking when he turned to Sam, who didn't have a pleased look on his face. Jenny was bitter and in pain, the cop not being so kind as he tightened the handcuffs around her wrists. She kept her mouth shut, wincing as she was forced to stand.

"You three are all under arrest."

———

Jenny stood in front of a mugshot board, eyes droopy from getting no sleep, holding up a small sign.

81A3828
LITTLE ROCK
CITY POLICE
LITTLE ROCK AR.

Jenny reached about 5'8 from what the board read, staring at the camera with an annoyed, yet still smug look on her face.

"Front." The photographer said as Jenny deadpanned.

"I'm already staring at the camera." She replied, giving the camera an exaggerated face as if she were modeling. "Do I look good? Let me see."

"To the right." The photographer ignored Jenny, who grumbled something under her breath, turning to the right. "Left." She turned to the left. "Alright, back to line up."

"Wait. Tell me, do I look like Heidi Klum?" Jenny smiled as the photographer rolled their eyes in annoyance, gesturing for her to walk. "Okay.. Harsh."

———

Jenny was seated in an interrogation room, blowing raspberries in boredom, whistling a Bon Jovi tune as she waited impatiently. A man walked in wearing a decent looking suit, and Jenny sighed in relief.

"About time. I was beginning to think I'd have time to escape." She commented as the man shot her a glare. "Do you guys do delivery? I'm really craving some wonton soup."

"God, you're just like that older Winchester." The man commented, Jenny smiling as she shrugged.

"Well, when you share a bed—"

"Enough, Jennifer." Jenny's smile faded quickly, sitting up a little straighter. "I'm Special Agent Victor Henriksen."

"Wait... You're not the guy from Milwaukee, are you?" Jenny asked as he smirked mischievously.

"Pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Price." Henriksen pulled out an old mugshot of Jenny from when she was still a teen, and he whistled with a grimace. "You look rough here."

He tossed the photo onto the table, and Jenny's brows rose. "Yeah. Me and food weren't as good of friends back then." Another photo was tossed onto the table, landing directly in front of Jenny. It was a photo from last year, probably when she, Sam and Dean were hunting the shapeshifter. "Hey, I miss that shirt. You know someone actually stole that from me in a Laundromat—"

"You are charged with several Super Max worthy felonies, Jennifer." Henriksen interrupted, quickly shutting Jenny up. He sat down across from her, opening her case file. "Armed robbery, robbing several gas stations and malls as a teen, kidnapping, breaking and entering and oh, first degree murder."

"Murder? Sure, I've stolen from a few places, but I've never killed anyone." Henriksen gave her an unsure look as he pulled out another photo, sliding it over to Jenny. She picked it up, feeling her heart drop to her stomach as it showed a picture of Madison's apartment. "How did you—"

"A bullet casing that only match your gun was found in Madison Hartley's apartment." Jenny forced back her tears as Henriksen leaned forward. "I guess you and that older Winchester are Bonnie and Clyde, right?"

"I didn't kill her." Jenny spoke in an even tone, staring at the detective, who clearly wasn't believing a word she spoke. "Mads and I are— were friends. Sam and her had a thing going on why would I kill my friends hook up?" Jenny tossed the photo, glaring at the man, who shrugged.

"Only you know. But, the blood in Madison's home matches your DNA. You cannot deny the facts. And after Milwaukee, Sam Winchester is now a suspect in a murder case himself. I'd say for you three, "screwed to hell" is a major understatement." Jenny shrugged, pressing her lips together.

"I'm not much of a faith girl, but I think the three of us will be fine." Henriksen let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"See, that's what Dean told me. I've been looking for you a lot longer than I've been looking for him, Jennifer."

"Always pleased to meet a fan. But, you know what they say, never meet your heroes." Jenny smirked, making Henriksen glare at her.

"You are far from a hero." Before Henriksen could continue, a woman knocked on the door, peeking her head in.

"Jennifer Price?" Jenny raised her hands out with a smug look.

"Who are you?" Henriksen asked, the woman shaking Jenny's hand.

"I went to Dean first, but he told me to look for you first. Mara Daniels, Public Defender's office. I've been assigned you and the brother's case." Mara greeted as Henriksen gave her a suspicious look. "Are you Henriksen?"

"Yeah, and we're not quite done here." He snapped, Mara chuckling.

"Ah, yeah. You are. And if you don't mind, I would like to meet with my clients. Privately." Jenny slowly looked to Henriksen with a smile, and the man glared at her, standing up and walking out.

———

Mara, Sam, Dean and Jenny all sat in a private room, watching as the Public Defender opened her suitcase.

"Unfortunately your arraignment on the breaking and entering charge won't be until Tuesday." Mara started as Dean raised a brow.

"And they'll keep us in the county jail?" He asked, the woman nodding.

"Green River County Detention Center?" Jenny questioned as Mara chuckled, nodding again.

"Yes. And considering the charges you're facing, no judge in his right mind is going to grant you bail." Sam scoffed, shaking his head as Jenny looked down.

"Yeah, we figured that." Dean grumbled, clicking his tongue a few times.

"Extradition papers have already been filed from five separate states, Missouri and Wisconsin being the biggest concern – the bank robbery and the murder raps."

"How long can we stall extradition?" Sam questioned. Mara thought for a moment, shrugging.

"A week. Maybe less." Sam raised his brows to Dean and Jenny, who nodded slowly.

———

Jenny walked in front of Dean, the chains around her ankles and wrists clinking together rhythmically as the officer leading them unlocked her cell. "Oh cute. I get a room to myself." Jenny commented, letting the officer unchain her as she  tossed her blanket and roll of toilet paper onto the bed. "Can I get a privacy screen?" Jenny asked, only for the door to be slammed shut in front of her and then the tiny sliding window.

Jenny opened it after a moment, Dean giving her a worried look, and she gave him a lopsided smile, backing into her cell.

"Lovely." She mumbled, slowly sitting on her bed. Dean was put into the cell across from her, given a roommate that didn't appear to enjoy the company.

After a few minutes, and Sam was put into the cell next to Jenny, the three walked up to their doors, talking quietly. "How you doing, Jen?" Dean asked first. She looked around her room, humming.

"I'm just peachy. Terrific plan you got going, Dean." Jenny faked a smile, and he scoffed.

"My roommate doesn't say much – how's yours, Sammy?" Dean asked. Jenny couldn't see Sam, but she knew that he had a much larger roommate.

"Just keeps staring at me... in a way that makes me ... really uneasy." Sam spoke quietly, and Jenny snickered

"It sounds like you're making new friends." Dean joked.

"Dean. This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done. And that's in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy." Sam snapped, Jenny nodding in agreementZ

"Calm down. It's all part of the plan." Dean reassured,m as Jenny crossed her arms, shaking her head

"Oh really? So Henriksen showing up was part of the plan?" Jenny heard Sam ask in a bitter tone. Dean sucked in a breath, thinking.

"Yeah, that guy moves a little faster than I thought. Look, all we gotta do is find this ghost, put the sucker down... then grab ourselves a couple of teardrop tattoos." He joked, smiling. Jenny shot him a glare.

"That's not funny. Dean, what about this escape plan? It—"

"It's 100 percent sure. I wouldn't have gone if it wasn't. I mean, come on, man, this place has all the signs of a haunting. Innocent people are dead. Four so far." Dean interrupted his brother. Jenny shook her head, still unsure as Sam laughed sarcastically.

"Yeah, innocent."

"You from Texas all of a sudden? Just because these people are in jail, doesn't mean they deserve to die. If we don't stop this thing, people are going to continue to die. We do this job wherever it takes us."

"You know we could have just faked being cops or something. Not end up in jail." Jenny argued.

"Look, Dean, just be straight with me, all right? You're doing this for Deacon." Jenny frowned in confusion.

"Deacon? Whose Deacon?"

"He was in the Corps with Dad. We know he saved Dad's life. We know we owe him." Jenny sighed in exaggeration, turning away. "C'mon, Jen. This is what we do. We hunt things, Save lives."

"The family business yeah yeah." Jenny finished, shaking her head as she wiped her face. "I can't believe I agreed to this." She mumbled to herself.

"But don't you think he's asking a little much?" Sam questioned his brother as Jenny turned back to her door.

"It doesn't matter. We may not be saints, but we're loyal and we pay our debts. Now, that means something to me, and it ought to you two. I'm not thrilled about this either, man, but Deacon asked us to hunt this thing down, and that's exactly what we're going to do."

Silence followed for a while, Jenny attempting to look down the hall to the security guard by the door.

"Hey buddy! You got a harmonica?!"