Jenny sat in the back of Impala, a frown on her face as she looked between Sam and Dean, who sat upfront.

"I don't know, man, why don't we just chill out, think about this." Dean suggested as the radio started to bug Sam, and he turned it off

"What's there to think about?"

"Oh, I don't know, going to the Roadhouse where 96 percent of the people that walk in there are Hunters. But yeah, you want to go in there and tell everyone you have visions." Jenny spoke up, Sam looking back at her.

"Guys, it's another premonition. I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where."

"Yeah, man, but—"

"Plus it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do." Sam interrupted his brother. Jenny leaned forward.

"That's my point. There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if, if, if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a, a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?" Dean frowned, sighing as Jenny hummed in thought.

"So I'm a freak now?" Sam turned to his brother, who smiled. Jenny faked a pout, patting Sam's shoulder.

"Don't take his words to heart, Samster. You've always been a freak." Jenny smiled. Dean chuckled as his brother rolled his eyes, turning back to the dark road ahead.

...

Jenny walked into the Roadhouse, passing by a duo cleaning their weapons as Jo walked up. "You guys just can't stay away, huh?" She smiled, Dean and Sam entering behind Jenny.

"Hey, Jo. How's—"

"Where's Ash?" Sam spoke in a rushed tone, interrupting Jenny. Jo frowned at Sam, gesturing behind her.

"In his back room—" Sam nodded, brushing past her as the three watched him leave. "And i'm fine." She grumbled, turning back to Dean and Jenny. The two have her an apologetic look.

"Sorry... We're uh— kind of on a time table." Dean said, smiling awkwardly. After another moment of uncomfortable silence, Dean looked down for a moment. "Okay." He mumbled, following Sam, then followed by Jenny.

Sam was knocking on Ash's door when the two approached him. "Ash? Ash!" Sam yelled over the music, looking to Jenny and Dean in annoyance. "Doctor Badass?"

After a few seconds, Ash cracked the door open, Jenny immediate slapping her hand to her eyes and spun around when she noticed Ash was naked. Dean looked away, grimacing.

"Sam? Dean? Jenny! Sam, Dean and Jenny!" Ash grinned, stepping to the side to hide his lower half.

"Hey Ash. Um. We need your help." Sam spoke awkwardly, his eyes frozen on Ash's.

"Well, hell then. Guess I need my pants." Jenny nodded, her eyes still covered.

"That would be great."

...

Jenny popped open her beer bottle, sitting down next to Ash and looking at his computer. Dean walked over to them, standing behind Jenny and leaning against her chair as Sam sat across from them.

"Well, I got a match. It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma." Ash started, Jenny looking at the logo that Sam had been talking about.

"Okay. Do me a favor— check Guthrie for any demonic signs, or omens, or anything like that." Sam asked. Ash looked up from his computer with a frown.

"You think the demon's there?" He questioned, watching as Sam shrugged.

"Yeah, maybe."

"Why would you think that?"

"Just check it, please?" Jenny asked, Ash sighing before searching for whatever he could. Sam and Dean looked at one another as Ssh shook his head.

"No, sir, nothing. No demon." Jenny leaned back in her chair, Dean moving his hands yo her shoulders as she drank her beer.

"All right, try something else for me. Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1983, fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kid's six month birthday." Sam said, Ash giving him another odd look, startled. Dean glanced around, spitting Jo staring at them from a nearby table.

"Okay, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that?" Sam scooted over to them, setting a beer next to the laptop.

"'Cause there's a PBR in it for ya." Ash stared at Sam for a moment before grabbing the beer.

"Give me fifteen minutes." Sam nodded, walking off. Ash started working as quickly as he could, Jenny and Dean walking over to the bar, where no one else accompanied them.

"You think we'll actually find anything?" Jenny asked, sipping on her beer as Dean shrugged.

"Depends on what you mean. The demon? Yeah, we'll find it soon." He said, leaning against the table.

"I mean any more nursery fires. You think there were more than just Sam? Or Max Miller?" There was a shift in Dean's expression at the mention of the boy they had encountered last year, and he shook his head.

"Well, if Sam and Max went through the same thing... Who knows how many kids got ties with this thing?" Jenny looked off, staring for a moment as Dean tilted his head at her. "What's on your mind?"

"My brother." She answered quietly, looking down at her chair. "I can't help but think, you know? If he was here... Maybe he could help." Dean frowned at her, confused.

"Why do you think he could help? I thought you two—"

"Technically, we aren't on the best terms. But... You know he was possessed for over two decades and managed to not get killed." Jenny pressed her lips together, shrugging. "And the dream— vision... whatever you want to call it that I had... Of killing him... He was possessed by the demon you and your dad have been hunting..." Jenny trailed off, frowning.

"What is it?" Dean looked at her with worry.

"You guys have been hunting this demon for about as king as my brother was missing." Dean's brows raised, staring at her. "What if my brother was the demon when he hit us?"

Dean was quiet, thinking. "What are you guys talking about?"

The two turned their heads to see Jo, looking at them suspiciously. Jenny glanced to Dean, fumbling over her words. "Oh, nothing— you know... Hunter stuff."

"Right." Jo snickered, unsure of her words. "You know, I could help you guys with this case." Dean and Jenny shook their heads almost immediately.

"I'm sure you could. But we've got to handle this one ourselves. Besides, if we ran off with you I think your mother might kill us." Dean chuckled, slowly looking over to Ellen, who was staring at the three as she cleaned glasses.

"You guys afraid of my mother?" Jo said jokingly. Jenny gave her half a shrug.

"Little bit." She admitted quietly as Sam rushed over, standing next to Jo.

"We got a match. Let's go." Dean and Jenny stood up quickly, saying quick goodbyes to everyone before rushing out of the roadhouse.

...

"Alright. Whaddya got?" Dean asked, looking at Sam from the backseat, who was staring at a stack of papers in his lap.

"Andrew Gallagher. Born in eighty three, like me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me." Sam revised, frowning.

"You think the demon killed his mom?" Dean questioned, and Sam slowly nodded. "How did you even know to look for this guy?"

"Every premonition I've had, if they're not about the demon they're about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?" Jenny looked back at Sam, Dean scoffing.

"Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho."

"The point is he was killing people. And I was having the same type of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy."

"How do we find him?" Jenny asked, looking at the two brothers. "Other than wait to see if he kills anyone?"

"Don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills - phone, credit, utilities..."

"Collection agency flags?" Dean interrupted, and Dam shook his head.

"They just let him take a walk?" Jenny asked, still turned to see both Sam and Dean.

"Seems like it. There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there."

semi short chapter because we're about to meet Andrew and he was low-key my fav special child out of everyone else so im going to make the next chapter fairly long :)