here's a reminder that this is a romantic fanfic
i'm also writing this high bc i can't write smut sober. enjoy.

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Jenny woke up with a jolt. She looked up, seeing Dean's chest, facing up at the roof of the Impala, snoring. She very slowly sat up, looking in the back to see Sam snuggling up with the purple dragon.

Jenny rubbed her eyes, pausing when Dean made a soft grunting noise. She turned to the door, unlocking it and attempted to open the door without making a noise.

The door squealed open, Dean snorting as he woke up and looked around quickly. He groaned, noticing Jenny trying to escape the Impala. "Where are you going?" He grumbled, rubbing an eye as he looked at his watch. "It's 2 AM."

"A girl can't pee?" Jenny frowned, Dean looking outside.

"In the middle of no where? Dean raised his brows, and Jenny sighed, rolling her eyes.

"The next gas station isn't for another few miles on this road and I gotta go." Jenny outstretched her hand to the road as she quietly got out of the car, Dean joining. "Dean I can protect myself."

"Oh, so I can't pee either?" Dean whisper-yelled, turning on his flashlight.

The two made their separate ways for a moment before meeting back up in the middle of the woods, listening to the woodland noises for a moment.

"Well, this is nice." Dean whispered, Jenny nodding and she had now forgotten about her freakishly-realistic nightmare as Dean put his hands around her waist.

He dipped his head down to meet her lips, a small smile forming on Jenny's as she kissed Dean slowly. She backed away as Dean walked forward, pressing her back against a tree.

Dean unclasped one of the buttons of Jenny's overalls as her hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it quickly and pulling it out of the loop. She dropped it next to her as Dean unclasped the other button, her overalls falling to her waist.

Dean's hands grazed down Jenny's arms, taking her hands as he slid a leg between hers. He pushed her against the tree more as his tongue slipped between her lips, a soft moan leaving both of them.

Jenny could feel Dean getting harder as she was grinding against his leg, Dean groaning quietly. He moved a hand to her hip, moving Jenny faster against his leg. He kissed her neck, unbuttoning his pants as her overalls kept slipping below her waist.

The two slipped off their pants, Dean grabbing Jenny by the hips. He could barely let out a few words, his chest rising and falling by the simple sight of Jenny in her underwear.

He kissed her even more, backing himself up to a tree while Jenny slipped her underwear to one leg. Dean lifted her up, resting his head against the tree as Jenny grinded against him again. The two let out small breaths, and Jenny moaned as Dean slipped his dick inside of her.

"God—" Dean breathed, Jenny sinking her nails into his shoulders. "Did that hurt?" He asked quietly, and she shook her head.

"No, no that feels good." Jenny murmured, kissing Dean again. He eased Jenny onto him, helping lift her up and down onto his dick as she let out another moan, biting his neck to hold back another loud moan. He squeezed her hips, holding her down and kissed her again.

Jenny gripped the back of Dean's head, the two holding their eye contact as she slowly went up and down. Dean switched, now pressing Jenny against the tree as he thrusted into her.

Jenny let out a loud moan, clamping her own mouth shut as she knew they weren't that far from the Impala.

"You can be loud." Dean let out a gravely chuckle, continuing to thrust in and out in a rhythmic pattern. Jenny hummed, caressing his face with one hand.

Dean moaned into Jenny's lips as they kissed again, moving faster. His thrusting became sloppy, Jenny tightening around his dick as she reached her peak.

"Dean. Dean— Oh my god-" Jenny bit down on her lip as Dean pulled out, finishing on her stomach. The two standing under the tree for a few moments letting out raspy breaths.

Dean gave Jenny another long, gentle kiss, trailing his fingers down her arm. Jenny let out another soft hum, her eyes fluttering open and the two stared at one another in the moonlight.

Dean's eyes flickered between hers, admiring the look she was giving him. Slowly, he helped Jenny to clean herself up, slipping her overalls back on as he grabbed his pants and belt.

"I think... we should do that again." Jenny breathed heavily, letting out a soft laugh. Dean turned to her as he buckled his pants, sliding the belt back on with a smirk.

"In the woods? I'll do it anywhere with you." He winked, a fluttering knot forming in Jenny's gut as she smiled.

The two made their way back to the Impala to see Sam sitting up in the backseat, a flashlight in his hand as he was reading a newspaper. "Enjoying the scenery?" He asked, looking uncomfortable.

Jenny and Dean glanced to one another awkwardly, slowly looking back to Sam. "Uhm... Heyyy what are you reading?" Jenny questioned, forcing a smile to hide her awkward pain.

Sam cleared his throat. "A uhm— A woman was put into a Psych ward for stabbing a man because, and I quote: 'God told me to.'" Sam looked up at Jenny then to Dean, noticing the bite on his neck. He squinted his eyes shut, turning away.

"You're acting like a child, Sammy." Dean rolled his eyes, Sam shooting him a glare. "Where are they keeping this woman?"

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"Sam, you can't keep me locked up in this place while you go talk to the lady." Dean complained as Sam searched through his duffel bag, frowning when he couldn't find a white coat.

"Dean, your face is all over the news because you're convicted of an attempted robbery. Can't exactly risk letting someone see you." Jenny crossed her arms, looking at Dean as he rolled his eyes.

"Who even watches the news?" Sam and Jenny shared a look, shrugging.

"Me." The two spoke in unison, Dean frowning at them. "It's for reasons like this!" Jenny defended, sitting down with a soft thud.

Sam grabbed his jacket off of a chair, walking to the door. "You coming, Jenny?" Sam asked, and she shook her head.

"No, I'm going to stick here with Dean. Try and figure out what we're actually hunting." Sam nodded, walking out and leaving Jenny and Dean alone.

Jenny sighed quietly, leaning back in her chair. Dean flopped onto their bed, sighing loudly. Jenny then frowned in confusion as she heard something start to vibrate, looking around.

"Duuuuude this is awesome." Dean's voice vibrated from the bed, humming in relaxation. "Jen you gotta try this."

Jenny stood up, smiling as she hopped onto the bed, her bones relaxing at the massage of the bed.

After a few minutes, it stopped vibrating, Jenny huffing in disappointment before Dean sat up quickly, picking his pockets. He paused, slowly turning to Jenny.

"You got any quarters?"

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Sam walked in to find Jenny and Dean staring up at the ceiling blissfully, smiles on their faces as the bed continued to vibrate and massage their backs. Led Zepplin was blasting in the headphones they were sharing, humming to the music.

The young Winchester looked at them with concern, slowly walking over. When Jenny and Dean didn't notice him, he slapped their boots, gaining the couples attention.

"Hey!" Dean greeted, waving instead of standing up. Jenny did the same. "Man, you gotta try this. I mean there really is magic in the Magic Fingers." Dean continued, using air quotes over the title.

"You guys are enjoying that way too much. It's making me uncomfortable." Sam grimaced, staring at the two.

"What were we supposed to do? You put me under house arrest so Jen and I couldn't go out." Dean complained as Sam sighed, shaking his head.

"Hey, you were the bank robber on the eleven o'clock news, not us. We can't risk you just walking into a government facility." Sam argued, Dean rolling his eyes.

Sam waved a dismissing hand at Jenny and Dean, turning to go into the bathroom. The bed shuttered to stillness, Jenny quickly sitting up and patting her pockets.

"Aw, dammit! That was my last quarter." Jenny grumbled, taking her headphone out and rushed to the bathroom door. "Samster! You got any quarters?" Jenny smiled, Sam turning to her. Water dropped down his nose from washing his face, and he frowned again.

"No!" Jenny whined, rummaging through every crevice to find a quarter.

"So did you get in to see that crazy lady?" Dean asked as he walked to the bathroom, leaning against the door.

"Yeah. Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy." Jenny paused and turned to where Sam and Dean were.

"She said she saw an angel. I'm pretty sure she's schizophrenic because angels don't exist." She exasperated, unfolding Dean's clothes in the dresser in hopes a coin would fall out.

"Exactly. Sure seriously believes that she was ... touched by an angel?" Dean continued, crossing his arms.

"Yeah. Blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstasy, the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace." Jenny looked at Sam again, holding a frown.

"Are you sure it's not a fairy?" Jenny asked, giving up on finding a quarter.

"Oh yeah, you're right, sounds completely sane." Dean said sarcastically, looking from Jenny to Sam. "What about the dude she stabbed?"

"Uh, Carl Gully. She said she killed him because he was evil." Sam explained, Jenny scoffing as she rubbed her eyes.

"God, I hope this is going to be an easy case." She mumbled, rolling her head back. "Was he?" She continued, asking Sam. He shrugged.

"I don't know. I couldn't find any dirt on him. I mean, he didn't have a criminal record, he worked at the campus library, had lots of friends. He was a churchgoer." Jenny and Dean hummed, sharing the same look.

"So then Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko. I mean, she wouldn't be the first nutjob in history to kill in the name of religion. Know what I mean?" Dean put his hands on his hips, swaying back and forth in thought.

"No, but she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to. Little bit odd, don't ya think?" Sam wondered, and Jenny looked through the newspaper before Gloria's, concentrated.

"Well, little odd yes, supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so." Dean scoffed, and Sam frowned at him.

"Why not?" Dean gave his brother an obvious look, gesturing to Jenny.

"Well, Jen said it herself. There's no such thing, Sam." Jenny nodded in agreement, turning to Sam.

"And if there was, I don't think they'd be going around telling people to kill because God said so." She added on, Sam looking between her and his brother.

"Guys, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted." Sam paced,l as Jenny stood up.

"Yeah, you know what? There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they— they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass." Dean pointed, smiling sarcastically. Sam paused, slowly sitting down, deadpanning.

"Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?" He asked a little disappointedly, Jenny looking at Sam like he was stupid.

"You innocent soul." Jenny mumbled, shaking her head at Sam's solemn expression.

"That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there's just some legends that you just, you file under "bullshit"." Dean still had his fake smile on, turning back to the dining table.

"And you've got angels on the bullshit list." Sam grumbled, Dean and Jenny nodding.

"Yep. And leprechauns." Dean and Sam frowned at Jenny, who shrugged. "Until I meet the end of a rainbow, those little red-headed bastards are nothing but a myth." Jenny pressed her lips together and slumped down into her chair. Dean shook his head.

"Why?" Sam asked, Dean turning to him.

"Oh, I don't know, Sam. Because we've never seen one." Dean answered bluntly, his brother shrugging.

"So what?"

"So I believe in what I can see." Jenny nodded in agreement, tossing her feet onto the table.

"Guys! We have seen things that most people couldn't even dream about." Sam argued, Jenny slowly sinking into her seat as she knew what was happening.

"Exactly. With our own eyes. That's hard proof, okay? But in all this time I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed that we would have crossed paths with them? Or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No. This is a, a demon or a spirit. You know, they find people a few fries short of a happy meal, and they trick them into killing these randoms!" Dean yelled, Sam slumping his shoulders as he sighed, staring at his brother.

"Maybe." Dean rolled his eyes at his brothers response, Jenny slapping the table.

"Alright I think Dean has spent a little too much time away from society. Hey, let's go by Gloria's apartment, how's that for an idea?" Jenny smiled, standing up as Sam shook his head.

"I was just there. Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF—-"

"You didn't see any fluffy white wing feathers?" Dean interrupted l and Sam shot him a glare.

"But Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign, right beside Carl Gully's doorway." Sam responded, Dean grinning eagerly.

"Could be something at his house; it's worth checking out."

"Okay, but we should at least be careful with you, Dean. Can't risk someone recognizing you." Jenny spoke as she swung her jacket over her arms, Dean sighing as he nodded.

i would apologize for not having more in this series, but i like fluff more than i like smut and i'm also not good with writing it LMFAO