THEN
2 years ago
Fort Benton, Montana

"Small town." Jenny said to herself as she looked at the small shops she drove past, a soft smile on her face.

Her eyes wandered down the streets, looking at the people and children's faces. None of them looked like they had a clue what was going on. It was such a small town, they surely had to know the victims.

Jenny pulled up to a local diner, pausing when she realized the car she had parked next to. "Holy... shit. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god—" Jenny scrambled to unbuckle her seatbelt, bursting out of the truck and almost slamming into the diner's doors before realizing they were a pull.

Voices clouded over everyone, but two struck out the most. They didn't sound anything like anyone else. Gruff voices and then a huff. Jenny's eyes landed on John Winchester, who shook his head at the man in front of him.

The older man's eyes met Jenny's, a shocked look on her face. Dean had noticed his father's sudden silence and the look he had on his face, wondering if the man had found a beautiful woman. When he turned around, his look of shock was about as big as Jenny's thin lipped smile.

"Jen?" Dean stood up, walking over quickly as she waved.

"What are you guys doing here? Wait— sorry dumb question. You working on the case as well?" Dean nodded as John walked over.

"Hey, Jennifer. I wasn't expecting to see you here." Jenny held her smile as she looked at the two boys, noticing that Dean was holding her arm as if he didn't know how to give someone a hug.

"Yeah I uh— was actually going to work on a different case but Bobby called and said someone beat me to it... I found this one in a paper and just decided.." Jenny shrugged. "Why not?"

"Yeah actually we had just done the same." John laughed as Dean chuckled softly.

"Why don't we sit down?" Dean suggested as Jenny and John nodded, the three returned to the Winchester's booth. Jenny sat on the inside next to Dean, John across from them.

"So, what have you and Bobby been up to?" John asked as he munched in a fry. His plate was still radiating heat, so they had probably not been there very long.

"Well, Bobby's been teaching me how to run the ropes of the phone lines. I got a few cards." Jenny rummaged through her chest pocket, handing Dean a small business card.

"FBI Director Miranda Keith." Dean hummed, eyeing Jenny, who nodded.

"Yep. Of course, haven't got many calls, but then there are those days where they never shut up." Jenny chuckled awkwardly as John gave her an understanding nod. Dean slipped the business card in his pocket.

Jenny cleared her throat. "Anyways, since we're all here... Maybe I could help out with some research? I don't have to go out with you guys, but I could be useful." She nudged Dean playfully, who turned to his dad with a look.

"I don't know Jennifer..." John leaned back in his chair as Jenny gave him a pouting look.

"Come on, John, don't make me get on my knees and beg. I've been doing research on these suckers since I could read. I got everything we need in my truck!" John and Dean's eyes met again, and John shrugged, knowing Jenny would keep pressuring him until he gave in.

"Alright... Here's what we know."

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NOW

Jenny was sprawled out in the back of the Impala, Sam sleeping shotgun and Dean driving through town. The girl tossed and turned in her sleep, blankets flying off of her as she made an odd noise.

The girl suddenly gasped quietly, eyes popping open and she looked around, stars clouding her vision. She groaned, rubbing her eyes. "Shit." She mumbled, resting on her side between the beds.

Dean looked through the rear view mirror at her with a concerned look. "You okay?" He asked quietly, and she turned to him, nodding.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm okay. Just a weird dream." She sat up slowly, leaning forward so her head rested right by Dean's. "So... Where are we?" She asked as Dean pulled up to a large building. Sam shifted uncomfortably before settling back down.

"Toledo, Ohio." He answered, leaning away to look at her. His eyes stared back at hers, and he tilted his head. "What?" Jenny shook her head, her eyes trailing to his lips for a minute.

"Nothing." She turned her head as Sam jolted awake, giving him a concerned frown. "Sam you good?"

"I take it I was having another nightmare?" Sam asked as Jenny and Dean looked at one another. Neither of them knew.

"Uh... Yeah. Another one." Dean said, unsure if it was true.

"At least you got sleep?" Jenny smiled awkwardly, leaning back in her seat. "Even if it was a bad dream."

"You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this."Sam sat up, clearing his throat.

"Are we here?" Sam asked, ignoring his brothers concern. Jenny furrowed her brows at Sam, disappointed that neither of them were opening up to one another.

Sam picked up the newsletter between him and Dean, reading the obituary Jenny had circled. "So... What do you think happened to this guy?" Sam asked Dean and Jenny, who shrugged.

"That's what we're here to find out." Dean said, getting out of the Impala, followed by Sam and Jenny.

The woman got out of the driver's side, following next to Dean closely, and walked into the hospital.

Jenny walked to the front desk as Dean immediately turned to the snack machine, throwing a few quarters in. Jenny paused when she pointed to Dean, who was aggressively attempting to shake his candy bar out of the vending machine.

"Come on!" He yelled, causing a few heads to turn. Jenny laughed awkwardly, waving to everyone that stared at them.

"Anger management. Come on, it's not worth it." Jenny grabbed Dean's arm, forcing him to follow after her. He shook his fist at the vending machine, a pout on his face.

"It took my money." He complained as Sam met up with them. The three snuck around the building, making their way to Room 144, labeled MORGUE.

The three walked in, Jenny's eyes falling onto the empty desk. Dr. D. Feiklowicz. The other desk, a morgue technician was sorting through papers. "Hello." He greeted with a confused look.

"Hey." The trio spoke in unison, Dean looking around.

"Can I help you three?"

"Yeah. We're the, uh...med students." Dean smiled as the technician tilted his head.

"Sorry?"

"Oh— uh Dr. Feik— uh... Lewis." Jenny turned to the brothers and shrugged unnoticeably. "Yeah. We called him earlier. We're from Ohio State."

"He was supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper." Dean asked, rubbing his hands together.

"Oh, we'll I'm sorry. He's at lunch." The technician said, stacking some papers together and shoved them away.

"Oh— well uh, he said that um..." Dean started stammering over his words, looking at Jenny for help.

Jenny cleared her throat. "You wouldn't mind showing us the body, would you?" She asked as the technician clicked his tongue, and shook his head.

"Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want." Jenny gave him a thin line for a smile, her eyes twitching nervously.

"An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then." Dean looked at Sam, who nodded.

"Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out—"

"Uh, look, man...no." The technician mocked. Dean chuckled quietly and Jenny gave him a snotty look, the two turning to one another.

"I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear." Dean muttered as she nodded.

"I'll get the shovel." She went to turn, Sam grabbing her as the technician tilted his head, clearly not understanding what she had said from how quiet she spoke.

Sam then stepped forward, pulling out his wallet. He grabbed a few twenty dollar bills and slapped them on the table, grinning to the technician.

"Another $20. For the lady." Jenny's eyes widened and she went to lunge forward, Dean grabbing her quickly as he chuckled before deadpanning.

"Not happening. Show us the damn body." He spat as the technician glared at them.

"Follow me." The technician got up and left. Sam and Jenny went to follow after the man, Dean grabbing Sam.

"Dude, I earned that money." Dean spoke in a low voice as Sam and Jenny looked at one another, then back at Dean.

"Playing poker." They said in unison before following after the technician.

"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Sam explained as the technician pulled Shoemaker's body out of its case, removing the cover over his face.

Jenny's eyes widened at the scene. The man's eyes were completely gone, blood staining where they used to be. Like they had been liquified.

"More than that. They practically liquefied." Jenny clapped her hands once with a grin.

"My thoughts were right." She cheered quietly, the three men giving her an odd look before dean cleared his throat.

"Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?"

"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." The technician answered.

"What's the official cause of death?" Sam asked, looking between everyone.

"Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure." The technician waved his hand around his own head with an wide eyes look.

"What do you mean?" Jenny asked, looking from Shoemaker to the technician.

"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen."

"Shit." She muttered, pointing at the eyes. "Did the capillaries burst?" She asked as he nodded, raising a brow.

"Yeah... I've seen it in stroke victims." The technician covered Shoemaker.

"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?"

"That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor." He laughed awkwardly.

"Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh...our paper."

"I'm uh... not really supposed to show you that." The technician rubbed his fingers together, Jenny and Dean slowly turned to Sam. Annoyed, he huffed, pulling out his wallet.

"I hate all of you." He grumbled, giving the technician another few $20's.

After a few more minutes of staying with the morgue technician, Sam, Jenny and Dean were walking out of the hospital.

Jenny was scrolling through the photos she and secretly snapped of the police report, walking down the stairs.

"Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak... medical thing." Sam suggested as Jenny laughed, shaking her head.

"How many times in Dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?"

"Uh... almost never." Sam answered as Jenny pocketed her phone, looking at Sam.

"In the last 15 years I've spent actual hunting, never once have I ended up in the middle of just a medical, or tragic death. This..." Jenny waved her hand to the hospital. "Definitely supernatural."

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Jenny, Dean and Sam walked in the backyard of the Shoemaker house, looking and feeling severely underdressed.

"I should have worn my suit." Jenny mumbled as Dean and Sam nodded in agreement, walking up to Donna Shoemaker, standing with two people who must be her friend and younger sist.

"You must be Donna, right?" Dean asked as she nodded, wiping a tear away.

"I'm Sam. This is Dean and Jennifer. We all worked with your dad." Sam gave her a soft smile as she frowned.

"Really?" She said in a quiet voice, and Jenny nodded.

"Yeah... This whole thing. I mean, a stroke? It's awful." Jenny spoke as Donna nodded.

"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." One of her friends spoke up as Donna shook her head.

"No, it's okay. I'm okay."

"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" Dean asked as Donna shook her head.

"Because it wasn't a stroke." Her other friend blurred out, Jenny looking at the brothers in confusion.

"Lily, don't say that." Donna snapped at her sister, who looked down at her feet.

"Wait— what?" Jenny asked, frowning, looking at the dark haired girl.

"She's just upset." Donna said, putting her hands on her sisters shoulders comfortingly.

"No. It happened because of me." Lily cried as Sam walked over, getting to eye level with the girl.

"Why would you say something like that?" Sam asked, giving her a confused frown.

"Right before he died, I said it." She whispered, and Jenny's head tilted.

"You said what?" The older woman asked. Lily slowly looked up at Jenny, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror." There was a long pause, Jenny's eyes widening as she nodded.

"She took his eyes, that's what she does."

"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna reassured her sister, patting her head.

"I think your sister's right, Lily. There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?" Lily shook her head at Dean's question, looking at the three.

"No, I don't think so."