Jenny, Sam and Dean poked around the hallways, Jenny giving every doll she saw a suspicious glare, silently threatening to throw salt at them.

Sam grabbed another urn, another quincunx inscribed on it. "Look. More Hoodoo." Sam set the urn back down as Jenny walked over to a door marked 'PRIVATE.' She looked at Sam and Dean and shrugged, knocking on it.

A few moments later, Susan opened the door. "Hi there." Jenny acknowledged and Susan smiled at the three.

"Hi. Everything okay with your rooms?" She asked as Jenny stayed quiet for a moment, nodding.

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, everything's great. Yeah." The three Hunters talked over each other, though Jenny wanted to make a small comment about the dolls in her room.

"Well, I was, I was just in the middle of packing." Susan said as Dean looked over her shoulder, pointing to the collection of doll.

"Hey! Are those antique dolls? Because this one," Dean slapped a hand on Jenny's back, and she froze in her spot. "This one here, she's got a major doll collection back home. Dontcha, babe? Hm?" Jenny forced a toothy laugh, a little too forcefully as she glared at Dean.

"Yep. Giant porcelain collection. Just— Can't get enough of them." Jenny seethed, Susan nodding softly, though she could obviously tell Jenny was embarrassed.

"Big time. You think she could come — or we could come in and take a look?" Dean asked, peaking around again. Susan looked back, unsure.

"I don't know—"

"Please? I mean, she loves them. She'd never tell you this, but she's, she's always dressing 'em up in these little tiny outfits and, um, you'd make her day. You — you would, huh?" Dean nudged Jenny and she nonchalantly jabbed him in the hip, causing him to let out a quiet groan of pain. Sam turned away, trying to hide his snicker.

Jenny turned back, eyeing one of the large dolls that were inside Susan's room. She smiled forcefully again. "It's true."

Susan smiled, opening the door a little more. "Okay. Come on in."

"All right. All right!" Jenny shot Dean a deathly glare, then one to Sam when he couldn't stop giggling.

"Wow. This is a lot of dolls. I mean, they're nice, you know. Not super creepy at all." Dean commented as he looked at just how many dolls were in Susan's room.

"Yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy. But they've been in the family forever. A lot of sentimental value." Susan is explained as Jenny very cautiously picked a small doll up, staring at its weird eyes with her own. She didn't enjoy the vibe it gave off.

"What is this? The hotel?" Jenny turned around to see Sam pointing at a doll house, built exactly like the hotel.

"Yeah, that's right. Exact replica, custom built." Susan smiled as Sam kneeled down, picking up a doll. It's head was twisted around and broken in every angle. He frowned.

"His head got twisted around. What happened to it?" Sam asked Susan, who shrugged.

"Tyler, probably." Just then, the little girl ran in, an upset look on her face.

"Mommy! Maggie's being mean." Tyler cried, Susan sighing quietly.

"Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay?" Susan demanded as Tyler looked to Sam, then the doll he was holding.

"Hey Tyler. I see you broke your doll. You want me to fix it?" He asked as the little girl shook her head.

"I didn't break it. I found it like that."

"Oh. Well, uh, maybe Maggie did it." Sam suggested. She shook her head again.

"No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke 'em."

"Tyler, she wouldn't get mad." Susan reassured, Jenny and Dean frowning.

"Grandma?" The two asked in unison. Tyler nodded, looking at them.

"Grandma Rose. These were all her toys."

"Oh. Really. Where's Grandma Rose now?" Dean asked Susan, who was hesitant.

"Up in her room." Tyler rushed off and Jenny let out a soft laugh, turning to Susan.

"You know, I'd, I'd uh, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll—"

"No." Susan spoke suddenly, interrupting Jenny and the three Hunters look at her oddly. "I mean, I'm afraid that's impossible. My mother's been very sick and she's not taking any visitors."

"Well... I guess we'll just go back to our rooms, then." Jenny smiled awkwardly, the three Hunters leaving in hushed voices.

Susan closed the door, Dean's voice raising to a loud library voice. "Well, what do you think? Dolls, hoodoo, mysterious shut-in grandma?"

"Well, dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo, like curses, and binding spells, and—"

"Don't day possession." Jenny interrupted, shaking her head. "I've seen Chucky way more that I wish I had."

"Alright, we've found our witch doctor. Okay, Jen and I will see what we can go dig up on boomin' Granny. You go get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing, see if she's whacked anybody before." Dean pointed to Sam, who nodded and started walking to his bedroom. "Don't go surfing porn— that's not the kind of whacking I mean." Sam paused and shot his brother a glare, rolling his eyes.

———

Jenny stared down the window to the front yard, watching the coroner drag the lawyer's body out to his van. Dean was talking to Susan, watching the Coroner before turning back to the woman.

Sam walked into her and Dean's room, Jenny turning to acknowledge him before looking back out the window. "There's something that definitely doesn't want this house to go down. I was looking at some articles online... They're trying to demolish the whole building." Jenny told Sam as he walked over to the window.

"The spirit probably went ramped when Susan signed the first paper." Sam suggested, Jenny nodding as Dean started walking back into the hotel.

———

Dean walked back into his and Jenny's room, seeing Jenny still standing by the window and Sam at a chair, slouching, a solemn look behind his eyes. Dean stood like he was fully ready for business.

Jenny turned face the brothers, a calm look on her face as she, too, was ready to get the ghost. She looked over to Sam, unsure of how he'd be knowing he just drank his weights worth of alcohol in just a few minutes.

"There's been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room." Dean spoke, Jenny nodding as she walked away from the window.

"Yeah. We saw." Sam said darkly, Dean frowning at Jenny in hopes she'd answer.

"He found the bar." Jenny answered, Dean's brows raising. Dean shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"We've gotta figure this out, and fast. What'd you find out about Granny?" Sam raised his hands up, lips pressed together.

"You're the boss." Sam sighed loudly, looking up. Dean looked around in surprise, and confusion.

"What?" He frowned, Jenny shrugging.

"You're bossy. And short." Sam laughed soppily, looking out the window.

Dean turned to Jenny. "I told you he was drunk."

"Yeah. So?" Sam laughed, grumbling. "Stupid."

Dean looked around at the empty bottles, turning to Jenny, silently asking if she had any. She shook her head, then Dean proceeded to wave a bottle by Sam's face. "Dude, what are you thinking? We're working a case!"

Sam stared into nothing, tearing up. "That guy who hung himself. I couldn't save him." Jenny sighed quietly, sitting down in the bed and covered her face.

"Sam, we had zero way of knowing it would happen." She said, watching Sam shift his gaze to her.

"That's an excuse, Jenny. I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava too." Sam turned away, Dean and Jenny looking at one another.

"Yeah, well, you can't save everyone. Even you said that." Dean spoke as he approached his baby brother. He jumped back when Sam slammed his fist onto the table.

"No, Dean, you don't understand, all right? The more people I save, the more I can change!" Sam raised his voice and Jenny stood up, walking up to the two.

"Change what?" Dean and Jenny both asked, even more confused than before.

Sam leaned forward, hands to his chest as a tear slipped down his cheek. "My destiny!" Dean looked to Jenny, sighing before grabbing his brother and hauling him off the bed.

"All right. Time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch."

"I need you guys to watch out for me." Sam mumbled, Dean patting his shoulder.

"Yeah. We always do." He reassured. Sam shook his head, backing up and bumping into Jenny. He spun around, grabbing her by the shoulders.

"You have to watch out for me, all right? And if I ever ... turn into something that I'm not ... you have to kill me... Jenny." Jenny's brows raised, farther than they ever have, shocked that Sam would even think about making her do that.

"Sam— I can't do that." She spoke with a dismissive tone. Sam shaking his head. He turned to Dean.

"Dad said you'd have to kill me." Sam uttered as Jenny tried pushing him onto the bed.

"Yeah, well, Dad's an ass." Sam frowned in confusion. "He never should have said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids."

"No. He was right to say it! Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies!" Sam yelled as Jenny forced him to sit on the bed, grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing Sam to look at her.

"Well, I'm not dead or dying. Dean looks pretty okay to me. And you aren't dying either. All we need is each other, Samurai." She pat his face with a half-hearted smile, Sam still frowning.

As Jenny backed back to the window, Dean pushed Sam onto the bed after he stood up, but Sam stayed seated, reaching up and clutching his brothers jacket. Jenny turned back around as Dean's hand curled in the fabric of his brothers shoulder.

"No, please! Dean, you're— You and Jenny the only ones who could do it. Promise." Sam's eyes flickered back and forth between Dean and Jenny, a pleading look in his eyes.

"Don't ask that of us." Dean whispered, Sam pouting.

"Dean, please. You guys have to promise me." Jenny shook her head, turning to look outside.

"I promise." Dean muttered. Jenny looked back, Dean's fingers crossed behind his back as Sam nodded. Jenny turned to face Sam, doing the same.

"I promise."