Jenny pinned a photo of her brother to the motel wall, drawing a large question mark on a sticky note and slapped it to the photo. "Gordon said that my brother was the leader of this group against humans. And Sam and are apart of it." Jenny closed the cap of her marker, turning to Sam and Dean. "We already know that my brother was possessed by the demon that killed your mom and Jess, but that demon le—" Jenny cut herself short, realizing that if she continued, nothing but lies would come out of her mouth.

Sam and Dean noticed Jenny's cut off, frowning at her. "Jen?" Dean spoke, shifting in his chair. Jenny sighed quietly, her shoulders dropping.

"The demon that killed Mary and Jess is trying to find my brother... again." Sam and Dean looked at each other quickly, then back to Jenny.

"What? How do you know that?!" They yelled, standing up as the woman raised her hands in defense.

"My brother has a tiny grasp on the demons abilities and used them to telepathically call me." She answered in a rushed, loud tone, confusing the boys.

"What?" They asked again, frowning.

"Because of how long the demon possessed my brother, when he left my brother, a small portion of his powers stayed. Telepathy is apparently one of them. Nate contacted me a few weeks ago—"

"Weeks?! Jenny, how could you not tell us!?"

"I thought it was a trap! I knew by then that my brother was possessed by the demon that killed your mom and girlfriend! What if he still was and was just pretending to be my brother this whole time?" Dean and Sam looked at one another, and Jenny frowned. "You guys don't really think it's been the demon this whole time.. have you?"

"I mean... He shows up right after the demon does. How could he not?" Dean spoke solemnly, Jenny turning back to the photo of her brother. "Jen, if your brother has been possessed for almost 20 years, there's no way he's still alive." Dean stepped forward, going to place a hand on her shoulder. Jenny stepped out of the way, closing her eyes to stop the tears.

"You're right." Jenny forced a smile, turning back around, shrugging. "Didn't even really know the guy. Don't know why I'm getting so worked up about someone who was never there." Jenny turned back around, walking out the door. Dean and Sam watched her go in confusion, the older Winchester following her out.

Dean looked around for a moment before spotting Jenny on the ground, leaning against the Impala. He walked over to her, noticing her eyes were gleaming but no tears had fallen.

"You know, when my grandma died. I thought that was it for Nate and I. We'd go back to Bobby's, live out our lives as the kids whose family died around them. But... Bobby and Nate never had a good relationship, you know? That's why we never talked about him." Jenny pulled out a flask from her pocket, Dean frowning as he wondered where the hell is had come from.

"He didn't want to go to Bobby's. He was like... 16-18 at the time, so I thought he'd take me on a journey with him." She pressed her lips together and shook her head. "Nope. He ditched me as soon as we got to the police station. Slipped out of my view and I hadn't seen him since."

"Jen—"

"I wanted to believe it was my brother." She interrupted Dean, looking up. "I desperately wanted it to be Nate. And I did— I just... I'd say he played my brother so well... But I don't remember a thing about him." Jenny turned away, taking down the alcohol in the flask. Dean slowly sat down next to Jenny.

"I'm sorry, Jenny. I am. If— If it had been Sam instead of your brother... There's nothing I wouldn't do to make sure he'd be okay." Jenny nodded, turning to Dean.

"I know. I just... I wish he never ran away."

There was a long pause, Sam walking out of the motel room. "I think I found us a case."

———

Jenny looked up at the large manor with a cheeky grin, the sad feelings of missing a brother she didn't know long gone by now. "Awesome." She let out an exasperated laugh, spinning around. She attempted to not trip in the short heels she was wearing, her smile faltering slightly.

"Dude, this is sweet. I never get to work jobs like this." Dean grinned, Sam joining him and Jenny.

"Like what?" Sam frowned, Dean outstretching his arms to the manor.

"Old school haunted houses, you know? Fog, and secret passageways ... sissy British accents. Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside." Jenny and Dean hummed, imagining the two Scooby-Doo characters they were in love with.

As they go up the steps, Sam paused, noticing an urn on the side of the porch. "Hey, wait a sec." Jenny and Dean stopped mid-step, frowning in confusion at the urn.

"That's one way to decorate a house..." Jenny commented, walking over to it.

"I'm not so sure haunted's the problem." Sam mumbled, Jenny noticing the engraving on the top.

"What do you mean?" Dean inspected it as well, confused as to what Jenny and Sam were looking at.

"You see this pattern here?" Sam tapped the five-point symbol on the urn. Dean nodded.

"That's a quincunx, a five-spot." Jenny looked to Dean as he started connecting the dots. "Hoodoo. Witchy shit."

"Right, yeah. You fill this thing with bloodweed and you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies." Sam explained, and Dean nodded, glancing around.

"Yeah, except I don't see any bloodweed. Don't you think this place is a little too, uh, whitemeat for hoodoo?" He asked and Jenny shrugged, looking around as well.

"Maybe. We should check the inside first." The three went back to climbing the stairs. They opened the doors, walking in to see a woman, Susan, standing behind a desk. She smiled at the three, Dean walking over.

"Hi, yeah, I'd like two rooms for a couple of nights." Sam paused, slowly looking over to Dean with knowing look. Susan nodded, and as Sam moved in, a little girl farted in front of his legs, chased by another girl, who ran behind him. The second girl nearly rammed into Jenny, barely spinning in time to avoid her.

"Hey!" Susan snapped, looking to Jenny and Sam. "Sorry about that." Jenny smiled at the two little girls as they ran up the stairs. "Well, um, congratulations, you could be some of our final guests." Jenny turned to Susan with a worried expression, raising an eyebrow as Dean cleared his throat.

"Well. Sounds vaguely ominous." He commented, Susan realizing her mistake and shook her head.

"No, I'm sorry, I mean we're closing at the end of the month." She appraised, the three Hunter's letting out long 'Ohs' and nodded. "Well, let me guess. You guys are here antiquing?"

Dean shared a 'why not?' look with the two, nodding. "How'd you know?"

"Oh, you just look the type." Dean gave Susan a vaguely uncomfortable look, Jenny grabbing her clothes and looking down at her attire, frowning. "So. Two king sized beds in two rooms, you said?"

"Uh, yes." Sam nodded as Dean continued looking at their clothes, then to Susan.

"What'd you mean that we look the type?" Susan looked like she was having a hard trouble articulate an answer, Sam clearing his throat.

"You know, speaking of antiques, you have a really, really interesting urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?" He asked, gesturing to the urn that sat outside the door.

"Oh, I have no idea, it's been there forever." Susan pulled out two keys, handing on to Dean and the other to Sam. "Here you go."

"Thanks." The two brothers responded in unison, all three hunters jumping when Susan rang a bell and an older man in a black blazer suddenly appeared behind them.

"You'll be staying in room 237 and 242. Sherwin, could you show this lady and the gentlemen to their rooms?" Susan smiled, Sherwin grabbing Dean and Jenny's duffel bags along with Sam's. He seemed to have struggled for a moment, frowning at the clink in Jenny's. Her eyes widened, smiling.

Sherwin didn't ask any questions, starting to ascend the stairs.

"Let me guess. Antiquers?" Sherwin asked, dragging the three duffel bags up the stairs. Jenny's kept clunking as her guns and other weapons sled together, growing more nervous with every step.

"I could give you a hand with that bag." Dean reached for Jenny's, Sherwin pulling away.

"I got it." He snapped, Dean nodding nervously.

"Okay." He muttered, Jenny's eyes widening at the loud clang from her bag. Sherwin paused for a moment, glancing at the bag, then to Jenny. She smiled awkwardly.

"I collect... Rocks." She lied, Sherwin looking her up and down suspiciously before continuing on.

"So the hotel's closing up, huh?" Sam asked, trying to break the awkward silence, save the clanging.

"Yep. Miss Susan tried to make a go of it, but the guests just don't come like they used to. Still, it's a damn shame."

"Oh yeah?" Sam spoke, and Sherwin sighed, nodding in discontent.

"It may not look it anymore, but this place was a palace. Two different vice-presidents laid their heads on our pillows. My parents worked here, I practically grew up here. Gonna miss it. Here's the first room." Sherwin paused at Sam's room, slipping the key into the lock and handed it to Sam as he brushed past. Sam gave Sherwin something Jenny and Dean couldn't see, watching the man pocket it.

"Your room is down this hall."

After making their way to Dean and Jenny's room, she took the key from Sherwin and smiled, thanking him quietly.

She pulled out a twenty dollar bill for Sherwin and handed it to him, walking towards her bed as Dean entered. About to shut the door, Dean noticed the old man was still standing at the door, hand out expectantly due to his two friends.

"You're not gonna ... cheap out on me, are you, boy?" Dean turned to Jenny in annoyance as he dug out his wallet. Jenny snickered, opening Dean's duffel bag instead of hers.

Closing the door, Dean looked around, uncomfortable. "And here, I thought we wouldn't be watched." He mumbled, Jenny turning to face him and almost let out a yelp, noticing a bookshelf covered head to toe in creepy, porcelain dolls.

"Oh. Absolutely not. No. I am not sleeping with dolls." Jenny raised her hands up, groaning. "Man, and I thought they were talking about antiques like old Hot Wheels." She grumbled, Dean eyeing the dolls suspiciously. "I hate dolls. Porcelain are even worse. Have you heard of Robert the Haunted doll?"

"Robert the— Jen, it's just a few... dozen creepy dolls. But we're probably dealing with a ghost that isn't connected to one of these things. Just... Take a breather, I'm gonna go get Sam." Jenny's eyes widened and she stood up from the bed quickly, joining him at the door.

"There is no way you're leaving me in there with creepy dolls." Jenny flung the door open to Sam, who was about to knock on it.

"I don't like my room. It has creepy dolls." He spoke in a rushed tone, walking in before flailing his arms up. "Great. You have creepy dolls, too!"

———

Now in Sam's bedroom, Dean was pacing the room, Sam and Jenny sitting, sifting through papers about the hotel/manor.

"What the—" Dean looked taken aback when Jenny turned around to him, frowning.

"What?" She asked, Dean stepping out of the way, pointing to the dress displayed on the wall.

"That's normal." He spoke sarcastically, Jenny shaking her head and returned to her research. "Why the hell would anyone stay here? I'm amazed they kept in business this long."

"All right. Victim number one: Joan Edison, forty three years old, a realtor handling the sale of the hotel." Sam started as Jenny picked up another piece of paper.

"Victim number two was Larry Williams, he was moving some stuff out to Goodwill. So both had something to do with shutting this doll-infested freak place down." Jenny smiled forcefully, dropping it a second later.

"Yeah. Maybe somebody here doesn't want to leave, and they're using hoodoo to fight back." Sam suggested, Jenny shrugging.

"Maybe Sherwin's got it out for Susan. He said he basically grew up in this place." She assumed, turning back to look at Dean.

"It's more likely. Definitely not Susan, since she's selling the place." Sam stated the obvious. Dean walked over, sitting down at the table with them.

"Well, whoever it is, we gotta find out fast. This place creeps me out more than I'd like to admit." Jenny grumbled, shuffling through papers.

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i have been on a roll these last two days. this is what, my fifth chapter updated since yesterday? and i just finished one of my classes.

i'm ballin rn 🕺🏼