Jenny paced around the Impala, which was parked on the side of the road as she tried to call Bobby, who wouldn't answer his phone.

Dean was leaning against the drivers side, waiting for Ellen to pick up the phone with a frantic look on his face. Jenny yelled at her phone angrily, wanting to chuck it across the road but knew it wasn't the best option.

"Ellen, it's me again. Any chance you've heard from him?" Dean was quick to ask after the woman had answered the phone. Jenny turned to Dean, a faint look of hope on her face. "I swear, it's like looking for my dad all over again. I'm losing my mind here." He tried to laugh it off, running a hand through his hair as Jenny walked over. "No, Jenny and I called him a thousand times, there's nothing but voicemail. I don't know where he went, or why. Sam's just gone."

Dean's phone beeped, looking down at it quickly and his eyes widened. "Hang on a second, Ellen."
Dean put Ellen on hold, looking to Jenny. "Sammy? Where the hell are you? Are you okay?" The woman's eyes widened as she sighed in relief, fidgeting with her fingers. Dean frowned. "Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. Where are you? All right, don't move, we're on our way."

Jenny ran around to the passenger side, hopping into the car as Dean did, quickly starting the Impala on and sped off.

———

The two hunters parked in a motel lot, dashing out of the Impala and Jenny followed Dean up the stairs, watching him check every number in a panic.

He stopped at one of the last doors, knocking frantically. "Sam? It's us. Sam!" Dean turned to Jenny, who shrugged as he tried the door.

It clicked open, the two peeking their heads in to see Sam sitting numbly at his bed. Dean rushed to his brother, bending down to meet his eyes. "Sam? Hey."

"Hey Dean. Jenny—"

"What the hell happened?" Jenny's eyes widened as she grabbed Sam's hands, which were covered in blood.

"I tried— I tried to wash it off." He sounded like a scared child with how quiet he spoke, Jenny giving him a worried glance, eyes widening even more when she realized his shirt was covered in blood as well.

Dean grabbed Sam's shirt, quickly checking to make sure he wasn't injured as Jenny rushed to the bathroom, coming back with a wet wash cloth.

"What happened, Sam?" Dean asked as he sat down next to his brother. Jenny went to take his hands again, gently wiping away at the blood.

"I don't think it's my blood." Sam spoke quietly again, looking down at his hands to see Jenny was still carefully working to clean them.

"Whose is it?" Dean continued on with the questions. Sam shook his head, eyes still trained on Jenny trying to help.

"I don't know." He mumbled.

"Sam, what the hell happened?" Jenny stopped to look at Sam, worry clouding her thoughts as Sam finally looked up, turning to face his brother.

"Dean. I don't remember anything."

———

Jenny had chosen to stay with Sam in case he dashed off again to God knows where, Dean having gone out for groceries and to get information.

"I think this is freaking me out more than when I found out I'm basically a psychic." Jenny told Sam, who was now less out of it and in different clothes. He nodded slowly, the two turning their heads as Dean came through the door, holding several bags.

"What'd you find out?" Sam and Jenny asked in unison, watching Dean set the bags down.

"You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan—"

"Dean." Sam interrupted with a soft scowl, his bother dipping his head down for a moment.

"Your room's been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual." Jenny frowned, turning to Dean.

"Not even him walking around covered in blood?" She asked, and Dean shrugged, shaking his head.

"Yeah. That's what I mean."

"Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?" Sam paced back and forth, a frown on his face as he bit his lip.

"I don't know. But you're— you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with." Dean started rummaging through the bags, pulling out a six pack of a strange beer Jenny had never seen before. She gave Dean an odd glance, and he shrugged, tossing one to her.

"Oh really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or— or worse?" Jenny set the beer down quickly, shaking her head.

"We don't know anything right now, Sam. We can't think the worst. Maybe... Maybe it's cow blood." Jenny forced a smile in hopes to lighten the mood, but Sam shook his head, looking down for a moment.

"What if this is what Dad warned you about?"

"Hey, whoa, whoa, come on man, let's not jump the gun here. We don't know what happened. We've just got to treat this like, like any other job. What's the last thing you remember?" Dean spoke quickly, popping open a bottle, but didn't drink it. Sam slowly sat down, thinking.

"Just me, you and Jenny, just, in that motel room in West Texas, going out to grab some burgers, and—"

"West Texas?" Dean interrupted and Jenny frowned with even more worry, looking to Dean. "Sam— That was over a week ago."

"That's it." Dean gave Sam a stunned look, and the young Winchester gestured to the room they stood in. "Next thing I knew I was sitting here. Bloody. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month."

"Okay." Dean cleared his throat as Jenny's mind immediately went to Sam being possessed, unsure of what to do. "Retrace your steps. The manager said you left yesterday afternoon and he never saw you come back, so—" Dean pulled back the curtain, stepping out of the way to reveal a bloody handprint on the window.

———

The three had decides to start walking around the motel in hopes Sam would remember something, but so far, he just kept shaking his head.

Dean looked to his brother for a moment before gesturing ahead of them. "Recognize anything?" He asked, and once again, Sam gave them a silent, unsure look.

"Not really..." He trailed off as Jenny started leading the way, heading towards a parking garage. "Wait."

Jenny stopped, turning to Sam. "What is it?"

"I think I was here." He answered, though he still wasn't sure. Jenny turned back to the garage, thinking. "Try the second one."

The three walked over to the second garage, Jenny tugging on the padlock. She went to go for her lock pick, only to find Sam holding a set of keys. "That works, too." She spoke, taking a step back to let Sam unlock the garage.

Dean raised the garage door to reveal a filthy, beat-up old Volkswagen Beetle, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, turning to Sam.

"Oh, please tell me you didn't steal this." Dean complained, noticing that Jenny was admiring the old car.

Sam fidgeted awkwardly, the three walking into the garage. Dean opened the passenger door, sliding into the seat and left Jenny to roam around the small garage, Sam on the driver's side. Dean kept the door open, noticing Jenny's odd look as she stared at the Beetle, shaking her head.

"I'm so glad this isn't your car." Jenny grumbled, Dean quick to nod in agreement. Sam placed his hands slowly on the wheel, showing the two his stained fingers.

"More blood." He spoke softly. Jenny looked around to the back, her eyes widening.

"Sam. Dean." The two brothers turned to Jenny, then followed her gaze to the floor of the backseat. Sam reached to the back seat cautiously, picking up a bloodied knife. Sam's eyes widened in horror, looking at the two.

"You think I used this on someone?" He asked, voice shaking with nervousness. The two older Hunters were quiet for a moment, shaking their heads again.

"I'm not thinking anything." Dean said, watching Sam look around while rubbing the knife ms handle off on the inside of his jacket. Dean frowned, slowly picking up a pack of cigarettes.

"Okay now this is disturbing. Come on, man, this couldn't have been you. Had to have been someone else, somebody who, uh—" Dean paused, sniffing the pack. "Smokes menthols."

Jenny looked around in the back seat, carefully grabbing a receipt dipped in the blood. "Here. Gas receipt. Few towns over."

———

"All right. Receipt's for ten gallons at pump number two. You getting any, uh, any goosebumps yet? 'God, this looks familiar', deja vu vibes?" Dean asked his brother as they rolled up to the gas station. Sam looked around, shaking his head. "Maybe someone inside'll remember you. Come on."

Jenny was the first to exit, looking around the place suspiciously before leading the way into the gas station. Dean followed after her, Sam the last to enter.

The clerk behind the counter looked up for a moment, a look of shock flashing across his face before anger settled in, pointing to Sam.

"You. Outta here now, I'm calling the cops!" The three hunters looked at one another before Sam pointed to himself.

"You talking to him?" Dean asked, gesturing to his brother. The clerk nodded, and for a moment, Jenny thought steam was about to exit his ears from how red he was with anger.

"Yeah, I'm talking to him. Jerk comes in yesterday, stinking drunk, grabs a forty from the fridge, starts chugging!" He yelled, Jenny and Dean looking to Sam, who shook his head.

"This guy?" Dean laughed before a serious look crossed his face, staring at his brother. "You're drinking malt liquor?"

"Not after he whipped the friggin' bottle at my head!" The clerk continued and Jenny's mouth dropped open in surprise.

"And assaulting gas station clerks. Wow— you really have changed, Samurai." Jenny crossed her arms and Sam whacked her in the arm.

"This guy?" Dean asked again, still unsure if the clerk was making sense.

"What, am I speaking Urdu?" The clerk spat, Jenny lowering her head.

"میں اس آدمی کو مار سکتا ہوں۔."  She mumbled, Dean almost giving himself whiplash at how fluent she spoke the language. Jenny looked to Dean, shrugging. "I like to learn languages."

Sam sighed loudly, interrupting the short conversation. "Look, I'm really sorry if I did anything—"

"Tell your story walkin', pal. Po-po will be here in five!" Jenny's eyes widened, watching as the clerk raised the phone, starting to dial.

"Wait, wait, put the phone down!" Dean yelled, turning to his brother. "Sam, go wait in the car."

"But Dean—"

"Go wait in the car, Sam." Jenny demanded. Sam gave her a defeated look, trudging out of the gas station and back to the impala. Dean turned to the clerk, who was still holding the phone.

"Okay, look, man. We just want to talk to you, that's it. Okay?" After a moment, the clerk reluctantly put the phone down.  "Now, when he took off yesterday, which way did he go

"Why don't you ask him?" The clerk crossed his arms, shrugging.

"Cause I'm asking you. Now please, you'd be doing us a huge favor." Dean begged as the clerk laughed in his face, Jenny giving him an offended look.

"Oh, do you a favor? Well, that is what I live for. You know, your buddy didn't pay for the booze. Okay? Or the smokes, which he also illegally lit up." The clerk pointed out, Dean's brows raising.

"You saw him smoking?" He asked, Jenny's eyes widening in shock as the clerk nodded.

"Yeah. Guy's a chimney." Dean rolled his eyes to Jenny as he fished out his wallet, pulling out two twenty's and slapped it on the counter.

"This, uh, ought to cover it." Dean forced a quick smile, backing up for a second as the clerk hummed, waving a finger at his head.

"Hmm. It's, uh, it's coming back to me now. He took two packs." Jenny grumbled in anger, snagging the money for a moment.

"Listen, dickwad, we don't have time for this. Tell us which way he went." She spat, aggressively sliding the cash back to the clerk. He gave Dean a nervous look and he shrugged.

"I'd start talking, pal. She's stronger than she looks."

"He went north. Route 71, straight out of town." Jenny smiled forcefully, snagging a pack of gummy sharks.

"Keep the change." The clerk's brows raised, looking to Dean again. He watched Jenny walk out the door, then turned to the man.

"She's uh—" Dean couldn't finish his sentence, following Jenny out the door.

Catching up to Jenny, he nudged her gently. "When the hell did you learn Urdu?" He asked as she chewed on a gummy shark, shrugging.

"Same time I learned Latin. And French.. Japanese... uhm.. Russian—"

"Jesus Christ how many languages do you know?" Dean interrupted, Jenny turning to him.

"How many languages does the Pope know?" Dean thought for a moment, frowning.

"Uhm... Eight?" Jenny quietly did the short math in her head, nodding.

"Ten." Dean's mouth dropped open as Jenny started to walk away, pausing before turning back to him. "Nine, actually. I'm still learning Hawaiian. Now pick up your jaw. Don't want a fly to choke you."

yes, it was necessary that I made Jenny know so many languages.
I apologize though if any of you speak Urdu and the words are wrong. Google translate is not an ideal place to go to when you don't know a language. And I don't think Duolingo teaches that.