Jenny opened the bottle of beer Sam handed her, taking a long sip of it. After a moment of everyone staying quiet, she finally spoke up. "So... If it wasn't you that pulled my ass out of Hell... What are you doing near my grave site?"

Sam stayed silent for a moment, his gaze flickering everywhere but to Jenny's eyes. He huffed. "I was visiting you. And, after I realized I couldn't get you back... I started going after Lilith."

"By yourself?!" Dean raised his voice a bit, turning to his brother. "Why didn't you come to me?"

"Because you would have been against it, Dean! Before I left you kept telling me 'this isn't what she would have wanted' or 'this isn't how we get her back.'" Sam argued as Jenny raised her brows. Dean shook his head and stood up, walking towards something. Sam turned to Jenny. "You don't understand how hard this was for all of us, Jenny."

"Oh, yeah. I feel the pain, Sam." Everyone turned to see Dean holding a bright pink bra, frowning at his brother.

"Well at least I didn't spend the last four months sulking in beer." Sam snapped as Jenny turned to him, slapping his arm aggressively.

"You don't get to say that, Sam!" Jenny pointed at him accusingly. Dean stayed silent, turning away from his brother. "I don't think I was brought back from the dead just to hear you two bitch to each other about how awful these last four months have been. I know they've been hard, alright?!"

The three boys stayed quiet as Jenny glanced to them. "None of you listened to me when J said you needed to stick together. Now Bobby has a depression beard, Dean reeks of beer of loneliness, and Sam—" Jenny gestured to Sam, who raised his brows as she scoffed and dropped her arm. "You became a sex machine?"

"I was coping!"

"Sex doesn't help!"

"Helped us." Dean commented quietly and Jenny whipped around, eyes wide. "Sorry."

Sam sighed. "Look. I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here." Sam said as he picked up a paper, handing it to Jenny.

"When?" Dean asked, walking over to Jenny and looking over her shoulder at the paper.

"Yesterday morning."

"When I got out." Jenny stated the obvious, looking to the three boys.

"You think these demons are here 'cause of you?" Bobby wondered as Jenny shrugged.

"But why?" Sam asked, frowning.

"Well, I don't know – some badass demon drags me out of their home and now this? It's all got to be connected somehow." Jenny set the paper down, crossing her arms.

"How you feelin', anyway?" Bobby asked. Jenny was quiet for a minute and hummed, shrugging.

"I'm a little hungry."

"No, I mean, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?" Jenny sighed loudly and slapped her hands to her sides.

"Or demonic? Bobby, how many times do I have to prove to you all that I'm me?" Jenny looked to Sam and Dean, who raised their hands defensively.

"Yeah. Well, listen. No demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned." Bobby grumbled. Jenny pressed her lips together and smiled again.

"Well, I feel fine. Great, actually. I mean, look at my nose." Jenny gestured to her face and inhaled sharply, sighing in content. "I haven't been able to breathe normally out of it in years. And, my scar is gone! All of them, actually. I feel amazing."

"Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help." Sam stated, staring at Jenny's neck after she had revealed she did indeed no longer have a large scar. He raised his brows for a moment, then noticed the large smile she was wearing.

"I know a psychic. A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking."

"Hell yeah, it's worth a shot." Dean smiled, Jenny nodding along.

"I'll be right back." Bobby got up and walked out of the motel room, leaving Sam, Dean and Jenny.

"Hey... Jenny, what was it like?" Sam asked after a long moment of silence. Jenny turned to him.

"What, Hell? I don't know, I, I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a thing." Jenny smiled, Sam nodding.

"Well, thank God for that." Jenny gave him a thin lipped smile before leaving towards the bathroom, locking herself in.

Jenny stared at her reflection in the mirror. She shut her eyes slowly, flashes of her time in Hell darting around her vision.

The blood soaking in her hair. The metallic and cold taste of her own blood pouring out of her mouth. The feeling of her limbs being torn off of her body. She opened her eyes quickly.

She rushed towards the sink, snapping the faucet on and splashed her face with the icy water, eyes widening as she tried to shake the memories away. Forty years.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. "Jen? Bobby got ahold of the psychic. We're leaving."

"Yep. I'm ready." Jenny swung the door open, smiling as Dean frowned at her.

"You uh... You got a nosebleed." Jenny's hand flew to her nose, looking down to see a trickle of blood on her fingertip. "You okay, Jen?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Must have hit my nose when I was washing my face. I'm okay." Jenny turned and grabbed a tissue from the sink, wiping her nose before walking out of the bathroom. Bobby, Sam and Dean gave her worried looks.

Outside, Jenny smiled again at the Impala parked next to Bobby's truck. "I missed this car."

"You drive up here with me, Jenny." Dean frowned and she nodded.

"I know. Still missed Baby." Sam started walking towards the car, Jenny quick to jump towards the passenger door. Sam huffed in annoyance.

"Come on!"

"Hey, you know the rules, Sammy. Jenny rides shotgun." Dean slapped his brothers arm and Sam glared at the two, grumbling as he got into the backseat.

"I told you, Sam. You can have the front seat when I'm dead. Now I'm alive again and you're stuck in the back." Jenny turned to Sam and smiled. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

———

"Bobby! Jennifer!" Jenny smiled at Pamela Barnes as the woman grabbed her into a hug. Jenny's eyes widened as Pamela lifted her off the ground.

"Woah! Okay, you got strong." Jenny laughed awkwardly, hugging Pamela back. She heard a crack as Pamela squeezed her.

"You're a sight for sore eyes." Bobby commented as Pamela set Jenny down and she stumbled back to Dean. Pamela looked the three young hunters up and down.

"So, these the boys?" Pamela asked, gesturing to Dean's engagement ring. "And I assume this is the fiancé." Dean smirked at Jenny, taking her hand.

"Sam, Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state." Bobby introduced, smiling.

"Hi." Sam said a little awkwardly as Dean made a gesture.

"Jennifer Price. Winchester yet?"

"Not yet." Jenny hummed. Pamela shook her head in disbelief.

"Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual."

"If you say so." Jenny continued to smile as Pamela gestured for the four of them to follow her inside.

"So, you hear anything?" Bobby started. Pamela shrugged.

"Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your girl out, or why."

"So what's next? A seance?" Jenny asked and turned to Pamela, who smirked and nodded.

"Exactly right, Jennifer. See if we can see who did the deed."

"You're not gonna... summon the damn thing here?" Bobby asked nervously and Pamela was quick to shake her head.

"No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal."

"I'm game." Dean shrugged, looking to Jenny. She nodded hesitantly.

———

In the seance room, Pamela spread a black tablecloth covered in symbols over a small table. Sam, Dean and Jenny looked at it warily, glancing to each other.

"Who's Jesse?" Sam whispered to Jenny, who frowned at him in confusion. He gestured to Pamela, who was squatting a few paces away and revealed an old tattoo on her lower back.

"Old love." Jenny hummed, shaking her head at the memory of Pamela's old boyfriend. Pamela stood up with several pillar candles in her hands and Jenny walked over.

"Let me help with these." Jenny took a few candles from Pamela, who smiled at the young brunette.

———

Pamela, Bobby, Sam, Jenny and Dean were seated around a small table, which now had six lighted candles in the center. Jenny say between Pamela and Dean, but while Pamela looked a bit excited, Dean was giving Jenny worried glances.

"Right. Take each other's hands." Everyone grabbed the others hands and Pamela turned to Jenny. "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched."

Jenny stared at Pamela for a moment before sliding off her flannel. She lifted her shirt sleeve to reveal the large brand on her bicep. Sam stared at it for a moment with wide eyes.

Jenny sucked in a sharp, pained breath as Pamela placed her hand on top of the brand. "Okay." The five closed their eyes as Pamela began chanting, over and over again. "I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle." Pamela repeated several times over. A television flicked on to static. "I invoke, conjure, and command— Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy." Jenny opened on eye and turned to Pamela.

"Castiel?" She mumbled, recognizing the name but she couldn't remember from where.

"Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back." The table began to shake, Jenny shutting her eyes again. "I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face."

"Maybe we should stop." Bobby suggested as the rattling and white noise became louder. Jenny hummed in pain as she began to hear the ringing she did not miss in the slightest.

"I almost got it!" Pamela shouted. "I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!" Suddenly the candles flared up several feet in the air and Pamela began to scream. Jenny flinched back towards Dean. Pamela's eyes flew open, filled with a white-hot flame. Jenny ms eyes widened in horror as Pamela collapsed. The rattling, white noise, and flames die out.

Bobby caught Pamela and turned to the three.
"Call 9-1-1!"

Sam scrambled out of his chair and into the next room. Jenny crouched over Pamela and Bobby. She is was, but bleeding and burned. Her eyelids flew open to reveal black, empty sockets. Jenny stared at her in horror as Pamela sobbed.

"I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!" Jenny gave Bobby a look of immense regret and stood up, walking out of the room. Dean followed after her.

"Jen. Jen, hey!"

"We shouldn't have come here." Jenny stated as she turned back to face Dean. "I don't know what the hell a Castiel is, but it's not good."

"We'll figure this out, alright?"

"Pamela is going to hate me for the rest of her life! She's blind now because of me!"

"Hey! Woah, this isn't your fault! We didn't know this was going to happen." Dean said as Jenny shook her head.

"No, but we should have thought about it as an outcome. We should have known something like this could happen."