Jenny was staring at the manager with a deathly look to make sure he didn't call the cops on them, Dean in the phone with a woman in hopes she could help track Sam.

"Look I didn't mean any trouble—"

"Shut up." Jenny interrupted the motel manager, who whimpered and nodded, cowering back to the corner. Jenny looked to Dean, who was still sitting in front of the computer talking to the lady.

"Hi, uh, so sorry to bother you, but uh, my son snuck out of the house last night and, uh, went to a Justin Timberlake concert." Jenny frowned at Dean, and he shrugged. "What? Yeah. No, Justin is quite the triple threat. Uh, anyway, he's not back yet, and, and I'm just, I'm starting to worry." He chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "Right. Yeah, boys will be boys. But see, Sammy is uhm... a diabetic, and uh, if he doesn't get his insulin— I just, I have to find him. Please, I'm begging you. Yeah, no no no, I"m on the website right now, I just need to activate the GDS in his cell phone." Dean started quickly typing on the computer, Jenny turning her gaze to the screen as a marker popped up onto it.

"Minnesota? Jesus Christ." Jenny muttered,

"Yeah, that is a long way to go for a concert. I appreciate your help." Dean hung up the phone quickly, grabbing his jacket. "We gotta go."

"Really? I thought we could stay here a bit longer." Jenny said sarcastically as she swung her jacket over her shoulders, rushing outside with Dean. "You know. Because Sam stole the car."

"Shit! I forgot." Jenny pressed her lips together, turning back to the motel manager, who had a trembling phone in his hand. She pointed to him.

"You. Give us your car."

"My car?! No!" He yelled, Jenny reaching for her gun. "Okay! Okay! Here!" He quickly grabbed the keys from his pocket and tossed it at her.

"Have a good day, sir." Jenny smiled before she and Dean ran to the car.

"I'm driv—"

"No you're not." Jenny interrupted, sliding into the drivers seat and started the car up, speeding out of the parking lot with a wide eyed Dean.

———

"Do you have it?" Jenny asked as they sat outside of Jo's bar, Dean flashing the flask for a moment before hiding it back in his jacket. Jenny hummed, nodding before opening the car door.

"It's not Sam. It's not Sammy." Jenny said to herself quietly, Dean walking up to her.

"What was that?" He raised his brows, fixing his gun for a moment as Jenny shook her head.

"Nothing. Talking to myself." Jenny grabbed the gun from her belt loop, the two bursting through the doors with their guns out.

"Sam!" Dean yelled, watching his brother grab a knife from a pillar, the young Winchester's calm expression turning into a look of desperate panic, and held the knife up to Jo's throat.

"I begged you to stop me! You didn't listen!" Jenny held her gun steady, clenching her jaw.

"Put the knife down, Sam." She begged, watching Jo's fearful eyes.

"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?! Jenny. Kill me, or I'm going to kill her." Jenny's brows raised at the demand for her to kill him. "We know Dean won't. Please. You'd be doing me a favor! Shoot me." Sam spread his arms out, yelling. "Shoot me!"

Jenny flinched at the anger and desperation in Sam's voice, lowering her gun, and she shook her head.

"You can't put her in a spot like that, Sammy." Dean shuttered out, Sam stepping towards them.

"Then you shoot me." Dean shook his head and turned away, removing the flask's lid.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of losing your brother that you'd rather let Jo die?" Sam snapped, Jenny turning to Dean. He turned suddenly, flinging the water from the flask at Sam, which hissed and steamed as it hit his face.

"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!" Dean yelled, both his, Jenny's and Jo's eyes widening when Sam lifted his head back up, eyes now a solid black.

Sam turned, running towards a window and burst right through it. Dean rushed to the window as Jenny untied Jo, looking to Dean.

"I told you he was possessed! Why do you never fucking listen to me!" Jenny yelled, Jo looking around in a confused haze.

"He was possessed?!" Jo never got an explanation, watching as both Dean and Jenny leaped out of the window. "Jennifer! Dean!"

———

Dean, Jenny and the demon possessing Sam stalked each other through a dim, crowded warehouse, each with a handgun. They didn't see each other, instead yelling to get the others attention.

"So who are you?" Dean called out, hiding behind  a large box. Jenny peeked around some objects, still unable to see Sam.

"I got lots of names." Sam answered, Jenny frowning.

"Is one of them 'bitch?' Because seems to me like you're a real big one." She snapped, listening to the demon laugh in Sam's voice.

"You've been in Sam since he disappeared, haven't you?" Dean wondered. Silence for a moment.

"You shoulda seen your faces when you thought he murdered that guy. Pathetic." Jenny held her frown, slowly creeping forward.

"Why didn't you kill us? You had a dozen chances." Dean questioned

"Nah, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? You see, this was a test. Wanted to see if I could push you two far enough to waste Sam. Should've known you wouldn't have the sack. Anyway. Fun's over now."

"Well, I hope you got your kicks. 'Cause you're gonna pay hell for this, I'm gonna make sure of that." Dean grumbled, the demon laughed again.

"How? You can't hurt me. Not without hurting your little brother." Sam mused, Jenny watching as Dean pulled out the flask again. "See, I think you're gonna die, Dean and Jennifer. You and every other hunter I can find. One look at Sam's dewey, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in their door."

"You've got a real sick and twisted mind." Jenny spoke up, shoving her gun back in her pants. Sam didn't say anything. Instead, he got up, heading outside, Jenny and Dean quietly following behind. The three were on an open-air dock. Once Dean and Jenny were out in the open, looking around at the water, Sam stepped out, taking aim, and shot Dean.

Jenny yelled as Dean fell into the water, spinning around as Sam went to grab her. "I'm getting Deja Vu." The demon grinned as he thrashed around with Jenny against the edge of the dock.

Jenny swung hard against Sam's temple, knocking his out in a single hit. She turned back to the water, gripping the railing. "Dean!" She let out, looking around in the water. She threw herself over, diving into the water blind.

After an eternity of being under, Jenny re-emerged on the shore, coughing up water as she dragged Dean out. She fell next to him, rolling to her side and slapped him across the face a few times. "Dean wake up! It was a shoulder shot stop being dramatic!"

Dean gasped, coughing aggressively as Jenny sighed in relief, resting her head on his uninjured shoulder.

"Holy shit, are you guys okay?" Jenny and Dean turned to see Jo rushing up to them, still extremely confused.

"Where's Sam?" The two asked in unison, Jo shrugging.

"I don't know, I've been looking for you two. Come on, get up." Jenny got up, carefully helping Dean, who put all of his weight into Jenny.

"He got your shoulder. Not your damn spine." She grunted, Dean groaning in pain.

"Yeah but I think I hit my head on the boardwalk." Jenny grumbled something under her breath, Jo going over to help Jenny carry Dean.

———

"Quit whining!" Jenny snapped.

"It hurts!" Dean snapped back, gripping the edge of the table as Jenny tried her best to carefully remove the bullet from Dean's shoulder. She swiped away some blood, digging the tweezer back into the open wound. Dean let out a groan of pain.

"I almost got it, quit being such a baby." Jenny bit down on her tongue as she clasped the bullet with the tweezers. "I got them. Alright. You want me to count?"

"I'm not that big of a baby... Please count." Dean mumbled as Jenny nodded.

"Alright. On three. Three–" Jenny yanked the bullet out and Dean yelled, slamming his fist on the table.

"Son of a bitch!" He grabbed the whiskey bottle, taking a few large swigs.

"I said on three." Jenny dropped the bullet into a glass of vodka, grabbing some gauze and tape.

"Are you done?" Dean turned to Jenny, who faked a pout.

"Oh I'm so sorry that you can't bear to let your girlfriend take care of you." Dean held back a cheeky smirk, shaking his head. "Let me patch you up, you dumb teddy bear. Then we can work on saving Sam."

"Don't you know about a thousand different exorcisms? Cant you use one on Sam?" Jo asked as she entered the room, Jenny and Dean turning to her.

"Well, yeah, but a lot of exorcisms cater to specific demons." Jenny explained as she carefully placed a large gauze pad on Dean's wound, taping it on.

"So, how did you know? That he was possessed?" Jenny and Dean looked at one another, shrugging.

"Uh, ah, we didn't, we just knew that it couldn't have been him." Dean answered as Jenny scoffed.

"What do you mean 'we didn't?' I knew this whole time but both of you were like 'that's not possible Jenny.'" She deadpanned at Dean, who dropped his head and nodded.

"Hey, guys..." Jo spoke quietly, Jenny and Dean frowning at her. "I know demons lie, but ... do they ever tell the truth too."

"Uh, um, yeah, sometimes, I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head." Dean answered, taking another swig of the whiskey. "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing. Doesn't matter. So do you have any idea where he's headed to next?"

"Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so . . . closest one I know lives in South Dakota." Jenny turned to Dean quickly at the mention, eyes wide.

"Okay good, I'm done. Let's go." Jo stood up, Jenny doing the same and quickly put a hand on her shoulder.

"No you're not. Cute try, though."

"The hell I'm not. I'm a part of this now." Jenny shook her head, patting Jo.

"For about five minutes you were apart of it as a hostage." Dean slowly stood up, grabbing his jacket.

"I can't say it more plain than this. You try to follow us and I'll have Jenny tie you right back to that post and leave you here. This is Jenny and I's fight. I'm not getting your blood on my hands. That's just how it's gonna be." Jo glared at the two of them, sighing.

"Wait." She walked behind the bar, coming back out and tossing a pill bottle to Jenny. "Here. Take these, they'll help with the pain."

"Thanks. We'll call you later, okay?" Jenny patted Jo's shoulder again before walking out of the bar with Dean.

———

Jenny slapped Sam across the face, leaning down so their faces were a few inches apart. Sam laughed at how angry she looked.

"Ah, I forgot that he raised you." The demon chuckled, looking over to Bobby, who stood next to Dean in the doorway. "Glad I could at least bring the family back together."

"I'm going to kill you for this." Jenny whispered, still fuming. "Possessing someone I see as my baby brother, then trying to kill the man that raised me? You're really asking for it, sweetheart."

"Sam's still my meat puppet. I'll make him bite off his tongue." The demon threats as Jenny stood up, taking a bucket from a different chair and dumped it onto Sam. The water sizzled against Sam's skin and he yelled in pain. Jenny turned away for a moment, taking in a hard breath before turning back.

"Exorcisamus te, omnes in mundus spiritus omnes satanica potestas, omnes incursio." Jenny chanted, pacing around Sam as he wriggled in pain before throwing his head back and laughed maniacally. Jenny stopped, brows raising in shock. She cleared her throat. "Humiliares sub potente magnu dei—"

"Oops. Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks." Jenny backed away as Sam lowered his head, mumbling. "Spiritus in mundus, un glorum suarum umitite palatum iram, domine—"

"This isn't going like I pictured! What's going on, Bobby? Jenny!" Almost at the same time, Bobby and Jenny noticed a burn mark on Sam's forearm, eyes widening.

"It's a binding link! It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!" Bobby yelled, Jenny jumping back as the fireplace lit up.

"What the hell do we do?" Dean asked, Jenny shaking her head.

"I don't know!" Sam threw back his head and screamed; the shaking walls and ceilings began to crack, breaking the protective circle. Sam's demon eyes are black as he lowered his head again.

"There. That's better." Sam jerked his head, Jenny flying into a stack of papers, which collapsed into her.

"Jennifer!" Bobby and Dean yelled. Sam jerked his head again, sending Bobby flying and then Dean. Dean lifted his head up, Jenny's nose was bleeding again, probably from reopening a wound.

Sam ripped himself free of the restraints, stalking over to Jenny, who was unconscious. He wiped the blood off her nose, humming. "This will surely mess up her appearance." The demon smirked, turning to Dean as he licked the blood off of his fingers. Dean gagged in response, flinching in pain from his shoulder as the demon walked over to him.

"You know when people want to describe the worse possible thing? They say it's like hell." He knelt in front of Dean, fisting his hand into Dean's shirt and clocked him hard with a right jab. Dean grabbed into Sam's shirt with his right hand, huffing. "You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um—" He hit dean again. "Well, it's like hell. Even for demons." He hit Dean again, his nose now bloody as he became groggy. "It's a prison, made of bone and flesh and blood and fear." Sam hit Dean once more, gripping his hair and holding him steady. "And you sent me back there."

"Meg." Dean sneered through bloody lips, and Sam chuckled, shaking his head

"No. Not anymore. Now I'm Sam." He dug his thumb into Dean's bullet wound, causing him to cry out. "By the way. I saw your Dad there - he says "howdy". All that I had to hold onto, was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you. Nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect." He shoved Deans grasping hand away, seething. "But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down ... you know that you can't save your brother. And sooner or later... You wont be able to save your darling Jen. She'll definitely be better off without you."

As Sam rested back to slam his fist into Dean's face again, Jenny appeared, grabbing Sam's arm and pressing a hot poker onto the mark of his forearm. Sam hollered in pain, then screamed again as black smoke billowed out of him.

Dean pulled himself up painfully as Sam fell back, slowly coming to himself, scrabbling and looking around in confusion, grabbing his arm in a sudden pain.

"Sammy?" Dean breathed heavily as Sam nodded.

"Did I miss anything?" Dean slammed his fist into Sam's cheek before rolling his eyes back and collapsing. Jenny dropped the poker, huffing in exhaustion and slumped to the ground, groaning as she held her nose.

Sam frowned in confusion, looking at Dean, unconscious, Jenny, who had a severely broken nose, and Bobby, who was starting to wake up.

"What the hell happened?"

———

Jenny now had a small wrap around her nose, staring at herself with a frown. "I look like i just got a nose job." She complained, turning to Dean, who had an ice pack to his face while Sam had one on his arm.

"By the way, you really look like crap, Dean." Sam spoke cautiously, Dean humming in slight amusement.

"Yeah, right back atcha." Bobby walked in slowly, looking concerned. He looked at Jenny, who was gently caressing her broken nose.

"What is it, Bobby?" Sam asked, Bobby sighing.

"You three ever hear of a hunter named Steve Wandell?" Jenny paused, looking to Sam and Dean before shaking her head.

"Why do you ask?" Dean questioned as Bobby shrugged.

"Just heard from a friend. Wandell's dead. Murdered in his own house." Sam looked down, Bobby raising a brow at the three. "You wouldn't know anything about that?"

Dean shook his head. "No sir, never heard of the guy."

"Dean—"

"Good. Keep it that way. Wandell's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up, and they're not going to slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I'm saying?" Bobby asked, the three nodding as he did.

"We better hit the road. If, uh, you can remember where we parked the car." Dean asked Jenny, who shook her head.

"I think I have a concussion." She answered, slowly standing up. Bobby walked over to Sam an Dean.

"Here. Take these." He handed each of them a small metal charm, Sam frowning in confusion.

"What are they?"

"Charms. They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there. This'll stop it from getting back up in ya."

"That sounds vaguely dirty, but uh, thanks. What about Jen?" Dean looked to Jenny, who pulled a necklace out from under her shirt. "How long have you been wearing that?"

"I never take it off." Dean frowned in confusion, not recalling ever seeing her wear it until that moment, but shrugged.

"You boys be careful now. And you, too, Jenny." Jenny gave Bobby a warm smile, hugging him tightly. "Don't get yourself killed."

"I promise you'll die before me, Bobby." She hummed, making Bobby chuckle, turning to Sam and Dean. Sam gave Bobby a smile, but he only looked at him seriously.

The three young hunters walked to the door, Dean tossing Bobby the ice pack back, getting a small smile in return as the three left.