Jenny laid in the back of the Impala, resting against the giant stuffed dragon, fiddling with its crinkly wing as Sam and Dean were up front.

Sam was looking around almost frantically, trying to see if he could remember anything as Dean drove.

"What's going on with you, Sam? Hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean, that sounds more like me than you." Dean finally broke the silence as Jenny scoffed, sitting up.

"I don't think I've ever seen you even try to smoke a cigarette." She smiled, leaning against the back of the front seat. Sam sighed, shaking his head as he continued to look out the window.

Sam's demeanor suddenly changed and he pointed ahead. "Dean, wait, right here. Turn down that road."

"What?" Dean frowned, Sam's shrugged, shaking his head.

"I don't know how I know, I just do." Jenny gave the young Winchester an odd glance as Dean turned down a backroad and onto private property.

"Did you rent a cabin or something?" Jenny frowned as a large house with plenty of emergency lighting and security cameras outside came into view.

The three got out of the Impala, walking up to the door. Sam shook his head softly, thinking to himself. "Whoever lives here, I'd say they don't like surprises."

"Should we knock? I feel like it'd be impolite to just waltz in." Jenny suggested as the two brothers deadpanned at her. She hummed, knocking on the door while Sam poked around the corner.

"Hey, guys." Dean and Jenny walked around to where Sam was, waving a flashlight at a window. It was shattered, the ledge covered in glass.

The three examined the broke window, confusion written across their faces as Dean cleared his throat quietly.

"I'm surprised the cops didn't show. Place like this you'd think it'd have an alarm." He spoke as Jenny nodded in agreement, looking inside the home.

Sam huffed loud enough to get the older two's attention, gesturing to a disabled alarm on the wall.

"Yeah, you would."

After a moment or two, Jenny shrugged off her flannel, throwing it over the window sill and slid inside. Sam filled after Dean. The three flicking their flashlights back on again and started looking around cautiously.

Jenny's flashlight flickered before turning off and she grumbled in annoyance, walking around aimlessly.

Entering a different room, Jenny grunted loudly as she tripped over something heavy, landing in a liquid. She could already sense what it was, grumbling even more.

"Jen? Jenny?" Dean called out rushing into the room with his brother. "Sam, hit the lights."

Sam walked over to the front door, flicking the home's lights on. Sam and Dean froze at the new sight of Jenny, who was sitting in a pool of blood, her chin and part of her jaw dripping in it as well as some of her hair. She looked disgusted, as one would, flicking her hands and splattering the blood everywhere.

"Oh Jesus." Sam gagged, watching Jenny stand up and flip the dead man over onto his back. His throat was slid open, Dean slowly putting a hand over his mouth as Sam's disgusted look turned horrified.

"I... I did this." Sam whispered, Jenny stepping away from the man. She looked around, not finding anything to clean herself with.

"We don't know that." Dean told his brother, Jenny looking down at her shoes, which were also covered in blood. She took off her shoes, stepping away from the blood and abandoned them in it while she went to search for a sink.

"What else do you need? I mean, how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood—"

"I don't know, man, why don't you tell me?!" The two turned to the door to see Jenny had quickly returned with a wet washcloth, wiping her face.

"Look, Sam. Maybe there's a reason you killed this guy." Jenny reassured, retching at how bad the blood smelled. Dean gestured to her chin, where she then wiped. "Maybe he was a bad guy?"

Dean snapped his fingers, carefully patting the man down. He shook his head. "He doesn't have any ID." Sam looked around, waving his hand ti Jenny.

"I need your lockpick." She frowned at him.

"What? Why?"

"I need your lockpick." He repeated, Jenny looking to Dean for a moment as she dug through her pocket with a blood-stained hand, pulling out her lock pick and tossed it to Sam.

The two other Hunters watched as Sam opened a double door closet in the room. Inside the room, one wall is covered in firearms, the others in charts and clippings. Jenny's brows raised, Dean scoffed quietly.

"Holy... Either this guy's a Unabomber—"

"Or a hunter. I think I killed a hunter." The three shared one uneasy look, turning back to the dead man on the floor.

"Let's find out." Dean said, gesturing to a security camera on the ceiling. The three walked over to the desk nearby, Sam sitting down as Jenny and Dean stood behind him.

The computer was unlocked, so it was easy for Sam to pull up the security tapes. Dean glanced to Jenny, sucking in a sharp breath.

"Here we go." He whispered as Sam played the tape back. On the tape, Sam was fighting the same man that lied dead on the floor behind them. The fight moved off camera for a moment until SAM dragged the man back into the frame. He kneeled down, the man pulled up against his legs.

Jenny turned away as Sam slit the man's throat,  Sam staring in shock as Dean pulled back from the screen and stood straight.

Jenny sniffed loudly, swiping at her nose before raising the wet woah cloth up. "I'm going to go get another cloth. We need to wipe our prints."

"I killed him." Sam muttered, Jenny quickly rushing out afterwards and towards the bathroom. She used her foot to open up the bottom cabinet, grabbing two more cloths before going back into the room Sam and Dean were in.

She tossed a cloth to Dean, who was already searching the computer. "How do you erase this? Huh? Sam, come on, I need your help."

"I killed him, Dean. I just broke in and killed him."

"We don't know that it was actually you, Sam." Jenny said quietly, wiping every surface that she could.

"Listen to me. Whoever this guy is, he's a hunter. Which means that other hunters are going to come looking for his killer, which means we've got to cover our tracks, okay? So take this cloth, and start wiping your prints." Dean demanded, holding the cloth in front of his brother.

"His name was Steve Wandell. This is a letter from his daughter." Sam held up a paper in his hand, Jenny turning to face the young Winchester with a heartbroken look. She sucked in a breath, walking over to Sam and snatched the letter out of his hand.

"It doesn't matter who he was anymore. He's dead and there's no bringing him back." She frowned when Sam didn't meet her gaze, looking to Dean.

Dean huffed, grabbing the CPU, lifting it above his head, and smashed it to the floor, stomping it with his boots for good measure. They looked to Sam, still sitting there, despondent, and Dean tossed a rag at him.

"Wipe your prints, then we go."

———

"All right, we get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place in our rearview mirror." Dean said as he shut the motel door behind him, Jenny nodding in agreement. Sam was quiet. "Look, I know this is bad, okay? You gotta snap out of it. Sam, say something!"

"Just get some sleep and leave in the morning? Murder, Dean. That's what I did!" Sam yelled, Jenny and Dean both looking as if they were trying to find the right words.

"Maybe." Dean finally said, his brother scoffing in disbelief.

"Hey, we don't know... uh... shapeshifter! Yeah!" Jenny suggested, Sam frowning at her.

"Oh, come on. You know it wasn't, you both saw the tape. There was no eye flare, no distortion..." Sam paced back and forth, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, but it wasn't you! All right? I mean, yeah, it might have been you, but it wasn't you." Dean said, Jenny still thinking.

"Maybe you were possessed!" She thought, Sam shaking his head again.

"You would be able to tell on the camera." Sam stated the obvious, Jenny waving her hands up before slapping them to her sides.

"It wasn't you, Sam." Jenny repeated Dean's words, becoming more agitated than sorrowful that she couldn't figure out what was wrong with her friend.

"Well, I think it was." Sam mumbled, slowly sitting on the bed. "I think maybe more than you guys know."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Dean squinted in confusion, staring at his brother.

"For the last few weeks I've been having ... I've been having these feelings." He started, Jenny raising a brow. Dean walked to the opposite bed and sat down.

"What feelings?" Sam didn't meet either of their looks, staring down at the floor.

"Rage. Hate. And I can't stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse." Jenny gave Sam an understanding look, and he turned to her as if he knew she was having the same struggles, just having an easier time controlling them.

"You never told us this." Dean spoke up, Sam looking to him.

"I didn't want to scare you." Dean nodded, slapping his knee as he stood up.

"Well, bang-up job on that." He spike sarcastically, Sam shook his head.

"Dean, the yellow-eyed demon, you know he has plans for me. For Jenny! And we both know that he's turned other children into killers before, too."

"No one can control you but you." Dean poked his brothers chest, a frown on his face.

"It sure doesn't seem like that, Dean, it feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely I'm, I'm just becoming..."

"Sam, I swear to god if you say it I'm going to punch you." Jenny threatened as she crossed her arms, a hard look on her face.

"Who I'm meant to be." Sam dared to continue, looking between Dean and Jenny. "I mean, you said it once yourself, Dean. I gotta face up to who I am."

"I didn't mean this!" He yelled, Sam standing up.

"But it's still true. You know that!Dad knew that too. That's why he told you, if it ever came to this..."

"Shut up, Sam." Dean seethed, tears filling his brothers eyes.

"Dean, you promised him. You promised me."

"Stop! Alright?" Jenny yelled, holding her temples as she tried to think. The two brothers turned to her. "We're figuring this out, alright? We'll figure this out. We just— Need time. There's other ways!"

"Yeah... there is." Jenny's eyes widened as Sam took a handgun from his duffel bag, shoving it at Dean. "I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't wanna hurt you. Or Jenny."

Dean looked down at the gun, then back to Sam, shaking his head. "You won't. Whatever this is, you can fight it." More tears welled up in Sam's eyes as he also shook his head, shuddering a breath.

"No. I can't. Not forever. Here, you gotta do it." Jenny stared at the two with wide eyes for a long moment, flinching as Sam aggressively shoved the gun into Dean's hand. The older Winchester didn't dare to move, just staring at his trembling and upset brother.

"You know, I've tried to hard to keep you safe." Dean rattled out, his brother nodding. Jenny covered her mouth and she turned away, hoping Dean wouldn't go through with his father's word.

"I know." She heard Sam whisper, then silence. Jenny shit her eyes tightly.

"I can't. I'd rather die." There was a soft thud and Jenny let out a sigh of relief, holding her hand to her heart.

"No. You'll live. You'll live to regret this." Another thud, this time harder. Jenny turned around quickly to see Dean on the ground, unconscious.

Sam made a move on Jenny, raising the gun up to pistol-whip her, but she ducked, punching him in the stomach. "Sam I'm not doing this!" She yelled, yelling in pain when he whacked her in the nose.

"Then let me go!" He yelled, grunting when Jenny punched him in the jaw. She jumped around him, managing to hold the young Winchester in a headlock. He struggled to stand straight, throwing his head forward then back, directly into Jenny's nose again. She groaned in agony as she felt it snap, blood dripping.

She barely had enough time to react as Sam successfully slammed his fist into her nose for a third time, and she fell to the ground unconscious.

———

An insistent knocking caused Jenny to wake up. She sniffed, something dry going up her nose and caused her to cough. Lifting her head up, Jenny wiped some of the dried blood off of her upper lip, looking to see Dean stir awake.

The door opened up to reveal the motel manager, who looked less than pleased to be walking in. "Hey. It's past your checkout."

The two Hunters got up, slowly looking around and very groggy. Jenny had a raging headache, her nose hurting more than it ever had before.
"What?" Dean asked in a low voice, rubbing his eyes.

"It's past checkout, and I've got a couple here that needs your room." The manager said, whistling for them to hurry up. Jenny looked to the door, seeing an embarrassed businessman with a hooker. She scoffed, licking some of the blood that had yet to dry off of her lip as she smirked.

"Yep. Bet they're eager to get laid and paid." She sniffed again, coughing as a flake of dried blood went up her nose.

"What time is it?" Dean asked as he helped Jenny stand up. "Jesus Christ, Jen, look at you."

"Twelve-thirty." The manager answered as Jenny flinched when Dean barely grazed her nose. "Should I call an ambulance"

"No. No that's not necessary." Jenny waved her hand at the manager, starting to stuff items in her duffel bag.

"That guy who was with us, have you seen him?" Dean wondered, and the motel manager nodded, gesturing outside.

"Yeah, he left before dawn in your car, and you should have gone with him, because now I'm gonna have to charge you extra." Jenny shut her eyes in discontent, huffing quietly as Dean cursed under his breath. "It's just policy, sir."

"We need to use your computer." Dean said to the man, who scoffed and shook his head.

"Now, why would I let you use my computer?" Jenny pulled out a gun from her duffel bag, clicking the safety off and aimed it at the manager. The businessman and hooker yelled, ducking behind the man.

"We need to use your computer." She repeated with a stone-cold look, Dean's brows raising at the harshness in her tone. The man almost squealed in fear, raising his hands up as he nodded, stepping out of the way.

"Go ahead. It's downstairs."

i think if jenny had just stared at the man with a broken nose and bloody face he would have done it, but i had to add a little extra something to it.