not that any of you guys know yet, but i find jenny's reaction in this episode absolutely hilarious considering the plans i have for her later on... 😈
anyways welcome back to another chapter of "will i be happy with the ending or cry away the pain"

Sam stared at his open laptop with a soft frown, a mugshot of Dean. Jenny was slowly sinking into her chair, eyes fixated on her Tetris game as Dean drank his coffee, staring into an endless void.

"So much for our low profile." Sam spoke up, Jenny pausing her game to glance up at him. "Dean, you've got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Fed's database." Jenny turned to Dean, who had a small grin on his face.

"Dude, I'm like Dillinger or something." He joked as Jenny leaned over to see Sam's computer.

"Dean, it's not funny. Makes the job harder, we've gotta be more careful now." Sam grumbled, scrolling down the website.

"Well, what do they got on you two?" Jenny frowned in disappointment when she didn't see a mugshot of herself. Granted, she didn't have one, so she wouldn't be surprised if the FBI had just found a photo of her on security footage

"I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet." Sam mumbled as Jenny sat back upright in her chair.

"No accessory? Nothing?" Sam looked up at Dean in annoyance.

"Shut up." His brother laughed, setting his coffee down.

"You're jealous." Dean mused, Sam crossing his arms.

"No, I'm not!"

"I am! If one of us is going to be in a database all of us should. But sure, pretty boy over here is the only one." Jenny complained, which only made Dean laugh harder.

"I'm sure you two will be on there sooner or later, sweetheart. Don't worry about it too much." Dean took Jenny's hand with a grin as she rolled her eyes, the oldest Winchester looking back to his brother. "All right. What do you got on the case there, you innocent, harmless young man, you?"

Sam shut his computer with a harsh sigh, annoyed, and pulled out several pages of research from his bag.

"Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed." Sam started, sliding one of the files towards Jenny. She looked at the man's autopsy, humming.

"Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it. That's classy. When did he call animal control?" Dean asked, looking at the file in Jenny's hand.

"Two days earlier."

"Did he actually say Black Dog?" Dean continued with his question, Sam nodding.

"Yeah. A vicious, wild, black dog. The authorities couldn't find it, no one else saw it; in fact, the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town. After that, no more calls, he doesn't show up for work, two days later he takes a swan dive."

"Definitely not a black dog." Jenny muttered under her breath, looking at the large claw marks on the man's body with nervousness.

"Do you think we're dealing with an actual Black Dog?" Dean continued on, looking at Jenny as he noticed her small shift in the way she was sitting. Uncomfortable. Sam shrugged.

"Maybe. Could be—" Sam paused, looking at Jenny.

"You can say werewolf, Sam." The woman sighed, setting the file down. There was a short silence before Dean cleared his throat.

"What's the lore on it?" Jenny slid the file to Dean, and Sam shrugged.

"It's all pretty vague. I mean, there are spectral black dogs all over the world, but... some say they're animal spirits, others say death omens. But anyways, whatever they are, they're big, nasty—"

"Yeah, I bet they could hump the crap outta your leg, look at that one, huh?" Dean turned a photo around to show Sam with a smirk on his lips, which then faltered as Sam glared at his brother.
"What? They could."

———

Jenny looked around the posh room she, Dean and Sam all stood in, humming in jealousy. "Damn. Wish I grew up in a place like this." She muttered, awkwardly adjusting her suit jacket.

Ignoring her comment, Sam turned to the man in front of them. "So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?"

The man nodded in confirmation, sighing quietly. "That's right. Now one more time, this is for...?"

"A tribute to Mr. Boyden. Architectural Digest." Dean answered and the man laughed, shaking his head. Jenny frowned at him.

"What? What's funny?" She asked, the man waving his hand.

"No, it... it's just, a tribute. Yeah. See, Sean always got the tributes. He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind... well, he gets another tribute."

"Right. Any idea why he'd do such a thing?" Sam wondered. The man looked around, shaking his head and shrugged.

"I, I have no clue, I mean he lived a charmed life."

"How so?" Sam continued, the man still looking around.

"He was a flat-out genius. I mean, I'm capable, but next to him, I... and it wasn't always that way, either." The three hunters looked at the man, confused. "You wanna know the truth? There was a time where he couldn't even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago he's working as a bartender at this place called Lloyds. A complete dive." Jenny's brows raised in a quick realization, looking to Sam and Dean in hopes they'd know what they were hunting.

"Right. So... what changed?" Dean questioned and once again, the man shrugged, unsure.

"You got me. But overnight, he gets this huge commission, and he starts designing... he starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen. It was like, the level of Van Gogh, and Mozart..."

"What?"

"It's funny. True geniuses, they seem to die young, don't they? To have that kind of talent? Why... why just throw it away?" The man pondered as Jenny have him a light-hearted smile.

"Guess being rich, famous and smart is a deal anyone would take."

———

Jenny walked into Dr Pearlman's house, where Sam and Dean were already waiting for her. "What's your get?" Dean asked as Jenny sighed? shaking her head.

"Not much. Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, or dog-like. There's nineteen calls in all." Jenny handed Dean the paper, a confused look on her face.

"What's with the look?" Sam asked, Jenny staring at the ground before looking at Sam.

"What's MySpace?" Sam let out a short laugh, turning away. "Seriously, Sam. You're the only one whose lived a half decent life for a short amount of time. What the hell is MySpace?"

"It's like Facebook." Sam paused for a moment, remembering that the new website hadn't been for the public yet and only for colleges.

"What the fuck is Facebook?" Dean and Jenny asked in unison, equally confused.

"Nevermind. Alright, the doctors maid said that Pearlman left about two days ago. And get this, she's the youngest chief surgeon. Got the position ten years ago." Sam summed up as Jenny's arms dropped, looking to Dean.

"We're hunting a hellhound, aren't we?" She asked in slight disappointment, and the two brothers nodded. "Awesome."

———

Sam, Dean and Jenny all stood outside of Lloyd's Bar, looking around. In the midst of all the weeds growing around the pavement, Jenny spotted a patch of yellow flowers, walking over to them.

"Hey, look. Yarrow flowers." Sam and Dean walked over to where Jenny was squatting, lookup to them.

"Aren't those used for summoning rituals?" Sam asked, Jenny nodding in confirmation.

"Heh. So, two people become sudden successes about ten years ago. Right around the time they were hanging out here at Lloyd's." Dean scoffed, looking to his brother.

"Where there just happens to be a crossroads." Sam stated the obvious, gesturing to the middle of the crossroads.

"Yep. Definitely deals with the devil." Jenny stood up, walking over to stand center in the road.

Dean approached Jenny with a shovel, starting to dig into the ground before hitting something solid. He pulled out an old rusted box, standing up and opening it as Sam walked over.

"Black cat bones... graveyard dirt." Dean picked up the individual pieces in the box, looking at Jenny and Sam. "This is serious spellwork. I mean, that's Deep South Hoodoo stuff."

"Used to summon a demon." Jenny raised her brows in a faked shock look

"Wow, really? It's not like I've been saying that for the last hour." Sam rolled his eyes at her and Jenny looked into the box. "Who would be dumb enough to sell their soul for ten years of fame just to be killed by a giant angry pit bull?"

"They're seeing dogs, all right. But not Black Dogs, they're seeing Hellhounds." Sam muttered, and Dean nodded.

"Yeah, whoever this demon is, it's back and it's collecting. And that doctor lady? Wherever she's running? She ain't running fast enough."

"So it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? I mean, selling your soul at the crossroads, kind of deal?" Sam asked as Jenny and Dean nodded.

"Yeah, except that wasn't a legend. I mean, you know his music." Dean scoffed, Sam slowly shaking his head. "You don't know Robert Johnson's songs? Sam, there's, there's occult references all over his lyrics, I mean, Crossroad Blues? Me and the Devil Blues? Hellhound on My Trail?" Sam frowned in confusion and Dean rolled his eyes. "The story goes, he died choking on his own blood, he was hallucinating, and muttering about big evil dogs."

"And now it's happening again." Jenny crossed her arms, sighing. Dean nodded.

"We've gotta figure out if anyone else struck any bargains around here." Jenny looked down at the small hole by their feet, which was now empty. She looked deep in thought, as if there was a sickening feeling slowly approaching her.

"Great. So we've gotta clean up these peoples' mess for 'em? I mean, they're not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their he— Jen?" Dean looked at Jenny with worry, noticing she was rocking back and forth subtly, fixated on the ground. Her eyes were glossed over as if she were dead.

"Jenny?" Sam rounded behind Dean, walking over to stand next to Jenny. He shook her shoulder gently, Dean giving his brother a worried glance.

Dean moved to stand in front of the woman, shaking her. "Jennifer you there? Earth to Jen!" Dean yelled, his shakes become more aggressive. "Sam what the hell is going on?"

"How the hell would I know?!" Dean looked at his hand for a moment then to Jenny's face, shaking his head.

"I'll never hear the end of this." Dean moved his hand back, going to swing at Jenny's face when she suddenly grabbed his wrist, staring at him in confusion.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Jen what the hell was that!" Dean yelled, writhing free of her grasp.

"What?" She looked at the two, still confused.

"You looked like you were in some trance." Sam said, frowning.

"Trance?" Jenny repeated, scoffing. "I think I would remember being trapped in a trance." She looked down at the box Dean had dropped in the midst of her 'trance' picking it up.

Jenny turned back to the two boys, who had equally worried faces resting on them. She picked up the photo, waving it to the two. "We should see if anyone recognizes this guy, yeah?"

Sam and Dean looked to each other before both walking away. Jenny dropped the box back in the hole, hanging onto the photo as she turned to the reader.

A look of fear rested in her eyes, pressing a finger to her lips before following after the Winchester brothers

now what could lil miss Jennifer Price be hiding from them 👀