doing my own take at a case bc only using transcripts is lame lmao.
sorry if it sucks😻 Also ignore that when it's supposed to be Latin but it's written in English. Google ain't working for me rn and im not fluent in it 🥰

Jenny, Sam and Dean hadn't had a case in over a week since Max, which made the small group fairly anxious for a new one. Sam needed to do something to get his mind off of things, or a poor attempt to keep his nightmares away. Jenny kept staring at her hands most of the day, the sudden feeling of guilt had started to form in her gut.

Dean had been worried about the two for days. There wasn't much in Ohio for the three to do, so they mainly sat in the motel, waiting for their next case.

"Okay. I can't do this." Dean finally spoke after witnessing another silence episode from Jenny and Sam. The two looked over at him as he stood up, grabbing his car keys. "We're going to a bar."

"Dean I'm not really in the mood—"

"I don't really give a fuck, alright?" He interrupted his brother, who then turned to Jenny. "You two have been doing this whole— i'm so guilty shit for the last two weeks. I'm done with it! You two gotta get your minds off of things."

Jenny looked between the Winchester brothers before sighing quietly, nodding. "Alright. Fine. I could use a drink or two... or twenty." She mumbled under her breath, grunting as she sat up. "Can I drive?"

"No." The two brothers said in unison, making Jenny frown.

"Losers." She grumbled, joining Dean as he walked out of the motel room. Sam trudged after them, a mopey look on his face as he got into the passenger seat, Jenny sliding into the back as Dean hopped in front.

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The trio of Hunters walked into a local bar, which would sound like the start of a shitty joke, but they already looked like one so there wasn't a punchline. Jenny and Sam sat down at a table close to the door as Dean walked up to the bar, raising a hand over to the bartender before gesturing to his brother and girlfriend.

Jenny stared at the salt shaker, grabbing it and poured a small amount into her hand. She messed around with it as she waited for Dean to get back with whatever alcohol he could grab, while Sam looked at everyone around him.

"Did you get a vision of Max killing Dean?" Jenny asked out if the blue, Sam's eyes widening as he looked at her.

"How did you know that?" He questioned. Jenny stayed quiet for a moment, looking up at him through her lashes.

"That's why I did it." Sam frowned in confusion as Jenny tossed the salt over her shoulder, folding her hands together. "I saw Max kill Dean."

"What?" Jenny shrugged, shaking her head.

"I feel like it was just a scenario. But it felt—" She fell quiet for a moment. "It felt so real I thought it actually happened. And— And when I realized it didn't... I didn't want to take any chances and... And I killed Max to save Dean."

"So— You're saying you had a premonition?" Sam asked quietly. Jenny was quiet again, wondering if that's what had happened.

"Do you think I'm like you? Like— You've been having these painful premonitions and nightmares. And I had these sickening feelings with the ghosts and spirits and all of that—"

"Maybe you are." Sam assumed. The two stared at one another for a moment, questioning what was going on with them as Dean came up with a tray of shots.

"Alright." He grinned, sitting down next to Jenny. "I have no idea what these are. So i got twelve of them."

"I'll take six." Jenny said, outstretching her hand to grab a shot. Dean smacked her hand away, frowning at her.

"I got four for all of us." Dean looked to his brother, who was still staring at Jenny. "What's going on?"

Sam glanced to his brother, shaking his head. "Nothin'. Just thinking." Sam grabbed one of the shot glasses, raising it. Dean shrugged off his brothers odd demeanor, taking a shot as Jenny grabbed one.

The three clinked their drinks, Jenny downing hers quickly, making an odd gagging sound at how strong it was. "Shit." She spat, shaking her head. "I don't know what that is, but it sure as hell will do something to me tomorrow."

Dean chuckled as he set his glass down on the tray, Jenny grabbing the air for another shot. Dean shook his head, handing another to his brother and girlfriend.

After around an hour or so, Jenny had her head rested against Dean's shoulder, a grin on her face as Sam stared up at the ceiling, his eyes flickering around at the small stars painted above him.

Dean didn't seem to be as fazed as the other two, swirling his finger around one of the shot glasses as his other hand was tangled in Jenny's under the table, rubbing circles against the back of her hand.

Jenny threw her legs under the seat, pausing when her foot kicked something and caused it to slide back. She straightened up, looking behind her to see a dusty book that appeared to be older than her grandparents. She tapped Dean, who then scooted out of the seat and let her out, walking over to look at the book.

"Do they ever clean around here?" She commented and stood up, holding the book.

"What is that?" Sam asked as she sat back down in the booth, opening the book.

"Killer on the Loose. Huh. Sounds like a shitty book." Jenny chuckled, opening the book and frowned. "What the hell?"

"What is it?" Dean looked over her shoulder, frowning. "Is that Latin?" He asked, Jenny's eyes scanning the blurry words.

"English title with Latin text? Sounds like our kind of thing." Sam commented as Jenny spoke.

"Be careful what you say, the truth will be revealed in the lies you behold." Jenny read, a frown on her face as confusion arose. She looked between the Winchester brothers, who glanced at each other suspiciously. "Little odd... Uhm— A killer is amongst you, but who will be to blame? Only one way to find out, continue reading, you've now joined the game."

Jenny laughed at the rhyme, shaking her head. "A game? Who the hell wrote this book?" Jenny closed the book to see the author, a headache suddenly roaring inside, as well as Sam and Dean.

The three held their heads in agony, squinting their eyes shut.

When they finally opened their eyes and the headache subsided, a train whistle pierced their eardrums, shocking the three as the jolted around.

"What the hell?!" They yelled in unison, looking out the window to see flat lands zipping past. Dean turned to Jenny, his eyes widened when he noticed she wasn't in her usual attire.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, pointing at his brother. He looked down to see himself in a grey suit as well as Sam. Jenny looked at her arms, tapping her head to reveal it was pinned up. She frowned in confusion and fear, turning to Dean.

"What the fuck were in those shots, Dean?!"

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A train conductor walked past the three with a smile, Jenny grabbing his wrist and yanking him down. "Where are we?" She asked in a quick and hushed voice, eyes staring into the poor man's horrified soul.

"Uhm— We are currently in Lebanon, Kansas, Ma'am." He answered. Jenny let go of him in shock, to which he rushed off quickly.

"Lebanon? But we were just in Ohio."

"Yeah. And I was just wearing a flannel." Dean griped, looking around. "What the hell happened?"

Sam patted his clothes, frowning in confusion. "Where's my phone?"

"Really? That's what you're worried about right now? Not the fact that we are in god knows what kind of attire and on a freaking train?" Jenny snapped, Sam shooting her a warning glare.

"More importantly, where's that damn book you read?" Dean asked. Jenny looked down at the table, eyes widening. The book was gone, and so we're the shots they had taken.

"Great. Well, now we have to figure out a way to get the bell outta here." Jenny stood up, eyes widening when her ass felt bigger than usual. She turned around, realizing she was wearing an odd bust thing. "Seriously?!"

Dean chuckled softly at her attempt to flatten it, grumbling in frustration. She slapped her hands to her sides, shutting her eyes as she exhaled. "If we don't get out of here soon. I'm going to hurt someone."

A sudden scream pierced through the air, the three Hunters turning their heads to a closed door. A woman ran out in horror, falling into Jenny's arms.

"He's dead! By God Jeremiah is dead!" The woman cried in a suspiciously strong British accent. Jenny looking to the now open door to see a man had his wrists and throat slashed. Sam and Dean got out of their seats, eyes widening at the scene.

"Oh boy." Jenny whispered, turning to the Winchester brothers.

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A man stood up after examining the conductors body. "Well. Does anyone know how to conduct a train?" He asked, looking at the passengers, which included Jenny, Sam and Dean. The random people looked at one another then turned to the man, shaking their heads. "Alright. Well, until then. You are all suspects of a murder." The man pulled out a badge, revealing to be a detective by the name of Kingberg Scott. Jenny frowned at the odd name.

"What?!" Beth, the woman that had found the man's body yelped, slapping a hand over her heart.

Jenny turned to the woman, then to Sam and Dean. "20 bucks says it was her." She whispered, Kingberg turning to Jenny.

"Or, it could have been you." Jenny frowned at the man in offense.

"Seriously? I just got here, dude."

"Dude? What's a dude?" Another woman, Romona, asked, Jenny's frown hardened.

"What's a— what year is it?" She asked as everyone looked at one another.

"1879. Shouldn't you know this?" The train conductor, Harvey, asked, shaking his head as the Hunter's eyes widened.

"1879?!" They yelled in unison, Jenny turning to Sam and Dean.

"A word, guys?" She looked over at the strangers, who gave the three suspicious looks as they walked away.

"Okay. I was kinda fine with this whole really weird clothing style. But a murder and time travel? I think I might be sick."

"Jenny. What did you read?"

"What I read to you guys! Killer on the Loose!" Sam and Dean shared an obvious look, the woman's eyes widening as Dean looked at her.

"You got us stuck in a murder mystery novel?!" He whisper-yelled as she smiled awkwardly.

"Maybe?" Dean raised his hands up. "Hey, if I had known this would happen, did you really think I'd read it?"

Sam gave her a look that answered her question, and she rolled her eyes. "Okay, maybe I would still read it— but that's not the point! You guys remember what it said?"

"No." Dean answered, Sam shrugging.

"I was kind of drunk." Jenny frowned at the two, flicking them in the foreheads.

"You've now joined the game. This is like uh— Like Clue! We're stuck in a cheesy murder mystery novel made from god knows when, and we have to figure out who killed the train conductor, without dying—"

"Wait, what?!" Sam interrupted, her eyes widening.

"Oh my god, you've never read a murder mystery novel." She stayed frozen in her place, mainly in disappointment. She shook her head, waving her hands around. "Okay, so how it goes. One guy dies, there's going to be a sheriff, a cop, an investigator— someone that deals with murders. 4/10 times, he's the one that did it. 5/10 times, it's the person that found the body. 8/10 times, it's the big guy." Jenny paused, slowly looking over to a rich looking man, eyeing him suspiciously.

"And what about the 9/10?" Dean asked, Jenny looking back at them.

"It's the person that says they're totally, completely, 100% innocent. So... Us." Jenny stepped away from Sam and Dean, eyeing them. The two brothers deadpanned at her. "You can never be too cautious.

"Jen, you were with us when the guy was killed!" Dean argued as she raised a brow.

"Was I?" She crossed her arms in a struggle against the tight cloth, huffing.

"Alright, look. There are six people on this train, including us." Sam started, gesturing to the strangers. "That leaves three suspects, since none of us killed the guy." Sam, Dean and Jenny all looked back to see look at the strangers. Beth went back to sobbing as Romona comforted her, rubbing the woman's back.

"Alright. Now we gotta question people." Jenny commented, raising her skirt up and started walking towards the dead body.

As soon as she took a step forward, the train jolted, causing Jenny and all the living passengers to be thrown around as screeching rang in their ears. Darkness consumed everyone as they went into a tunnel. The train halted.

Another piercing scream.

alright so it ain't the best, it ain't the worst. but it's something.