on the last three episodes!!! this is why i've been putting it off bc i have plans for book 2 bc i can't just leave you guys in a cliff hanger

THEN
2001
NEBRASKA

Jenny sat across from Sam in a coffee shop, staring at him blankly.

"So... You're getting out of this life?" She asked as Sam was quiet for a moment, slowly nodding.

"Yeah. I never liked this life so I think I'm going to go to college soon. Try to have a normal life." Jenny smiled at Sam half-heartedly, leaning back.

"Good. That's really good, Sam. I'm glad you're finding a way out." She said, though she truly felt like yelling at him. She feared that if he got out of this life, he would want to leave everything behind, including her.

Sam flickered a smile, nodding. "Yeah. I was thinking of going here, actually." Sam pulled into a crumbled pamphlet, handing it to Jenny. Her brows rose in surprise.

"Stanford. Wow— But... You were constantly switching schools, Sam." Sam nodded, shrugging a she leaned back.

"Yeah, but I always kept up with my classes. I can't say the same for Dean, but I think I have a good chance of getting in." Jenny slowly set the pamphlet down, humming softly. "What is it?"

"Nothing. Nothing it's just uhm... I've always wanted to go to Stanford. So seeing you trying to get it. It's nice, you know?" Sam frowned, tilting his head.

"Why didn't you go?"

"This life, Sam. It's not as easy for me to leave it. You've wanted to get out of this life since I've known you. But— I'm in this life because I have to be." Jenny took the check from the waitress, scribbling down a nice tip before standing up, Sam following quickly.

"Jenny, you don't have to be in this life. You could come to Stanford with me!" Sam suggested as Jenny slung her bag over her shoulder, scoffing.

"Right. Because they'd totally take a high school drop out who kills monsters for a living." Jenny shook her head. "Thanks for the offer, but I don't want to go back to school."

"You don't have to go back to school!" Sam followed Jenny out of the coffee shop, the door slamming behind him. "We could— we could rent an apartment together! Live normal lives! Don't you want to be free of this weight on your shoulders?"

"No, Sam!" She snapped, spinning around. She took a sharp breath, running a hand over her forehead. "I get it. Honestly, I do. Wanting to take something from your old life and bring it into your new one. But it can't be me, Sam. Because I'll never live the life I want to. The life you'll live. I'll always be a Hunter until I take my last breath."

"Jenny, if you keep living this life, you will die by being a Hunter." Jenny stared at Sam, and nodded.

"And that's a risk I'm always willing to take. Goodbye, Sam."

NOW

Jenny looked down at her coffee, the cream spinning around slowly. She looked to be deep in thought, brows knitted together.

"You alright there, Jen?" Dean asked, causing her to look up. "You haven't said much today."

Jenny shrugged, sipping her coffee. "Just thinking." Dean hummed, shaking his head.

"About what?" Dean frowned, looking between Sam and Jenny. "Actually, both of you haven't said a word since we got to this town."

Jenny shared a look with Sam, turning to Dean. "It's nothing... Just uh— the last place I talked to Sam... Before he went to Stanford two years later." Dean nodded slowly in understanding.

"Right. You mean the place where you guys had a huge blow out and ditched each other." Dean hummed, drinking his coffee as Sam scoffed. "Let's not wallow in the past. We need to find a case."

"Well, I've been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota. Here. A woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane and survived." Sam said as he read an article on his computer as Jenny dropped her newspaper.

"I got a guy that was shot point blank and walked away without a scratch." She showed it to Dean, who clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Sounds more like 'That's Incredible' than, uh, 'Twilight Zone'." Jenny huffed, leaning back in her chair.

"Hey you know we could just keep heading east. New York. Upstate. We could drop by and see Sarah again. Huh? Cool chick, man." Dean raised his brows and sipped his coffee, staring at Sam.

"Yeah, I dunno, maybe someday. But in the meantime we got a lot of work to do Dean, and you know that.

"Yeah all right. What else you got?"

"Ahh, Colorado, local man named Daniel Elkins, was found mauled in his home." Jenny and Dean paused for a moment, looking at Sam.

"Elkins? I know that name." They spoke in unison, looking at one another.

"Doesn't ring a bell." Sam shrugged, continuing to go through the article.

"Elkins...Elkins...Elkins." Dean mumbled under his breath, grabbing Jenny's bag. She looked over at him as he grabbed his dad's journal, flipping it open.

"Sounds like the police don't know what to think. At first they said it was some sort of bear attack and now, they've found some signs of robbery."

Dean hummed in response, continuing to look through his dads journal.

"Does it have pictures of the body?" Jenny asked as Sam shook his head.

"There, check it out." Dean flipped the journal around, pointing to a name and phone number.

"You think it's the same Elkins?" Sam asked as his brother shrugged.

"It's a Colorado area code." Jenny grabbed her bag, starting to pack up.

"Well then we have ourselves a case. Let's get going. I feel like I'm being watched." She said and looked around with a soft glare before standing up.

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Jenny slowly walked into Daniel's cabin, beaming her flashlight everywhere. "Looks like the maid didn't come today." Dean joked, pointing out the clear mess.

"Hey look, salt by the door." Jenny pointed her flashlight to the back door, Dean picking up a journal and flipping through it.

"You mean protection against demon salt, or 'oops I spilled the popcorn' salt?" He asked as Jenny shot him a glare, blinding him with her flashlight.

"It's clearly a ring. You think this guy Elkins was a player?" Sam asked and Jenny nodded, continuing to look around.

"Definitely."

Sam and Jenny walked up behind Dean, looking over his shoulder at the journal. "That looks a hell of a lot like Dad's." Sam stated, Jenny opening her mouth to talk before shutting it slowly.

"Yep, except this dates back to the 60s."

The three moved into the next room, Jenny looking up to see a large hole in the ceiling. "Looks like someone had a party."

"Whatever attacked him, it looks like there was more than one." Sam pointed out. Jenny walked over to a wall, running her hand over a claw mark.

"Vampires?" She mumbled in confusion, continuing to stare at the claw marks, looking at Sam and Dean. They didn't seem to hear her, as Dean continued his conversation with Sam.

"Looks like he put up a hell of a fight too."

"Yeah." The trio went back to looking around, Dean crouching next to a small pool of blood. "You got something?" Sam asked and Jenny turned around.

"I dunno. Some scratches on the floor."

"Death throes?" Jenny suggested as Dean grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, scribbling it over the marks.

"Or maybe a message." He peeled up the paper, which had a lot of blood on the back, and rubbings of characters; he handed the paper to Sam, who stared at it with a concentrated frown. "Look familiar?"

"Three letters, six digits. The location and combination of a post office box. It's a mail drop."

"Just the way Dad does it."

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Jenny, Sam and Dean all sat in the front seat, staring at the letter in Jenny's hand. "'J.W.' You think? John Winchester?" She asked, glancing between the brothers, who both shrugged.

"I don't know. Should we open it?" Dean asked. Jenny's eyes widened at the man staring into the window, who then knocked in the door. Dean gasped loudly, reading back and shielding Jenny. He raised his hand into a fist, ready to punch the knocker, who happened to be John.

"Dad?" Dean frowned in confusion as he got into the backseat.

"Dad, what are you doing here? Are you all right?" Sam asked as his dad nodded. Jenny was staring at him in shock, still confused.

"Yeah, I'm ok. I read the news about Daniel, I got here as fast as I could. I saw you three at his place."

"Why didn't you come in?" Jenny asked quietly, and John scoffed.

"You know why. Because I had to make sure you weren't followed.... by anyone or anything. Nice job of covering your tracks by the way." John praised as Dean smiled, looking a little proud of himself.

"Yeah, well, we learned from the best."

"Wait, you came all the way out here for this Elkins guy?" Sam continued. John sighed, nodding.

"Yeah. He was... he was a good man. He taught me a hell of a lot about hunting."

"Well you never mentioned him to us."

"There's a lot of things I haven't mentioned..." John trailed off for a moment as he looked between the three. He held his stare with Jenny for longer, a solemn look behind his eyes. "We had a... we had kind of a falling out. I hadn't seen him in years. I should look at that." Jenny handed John the envelope, opening it. "'If you're reading this, I'm already dead'..." John read before falling quiet, continuing to read. "That son of a bitch."

"What is it?" The three asked in unison.

"He had them the whole time."

"Dad, what?" Sam frowned, getting agitated.

"When you searched the place, did you, did you see a gun? An antique, a Colt revolver, or a uh— a pretty fancy dagger... did you see either of those?"

"Ah, there was, there was an old case but it was empty." Dean recalled as Jenny nodded.

"And a safe. That was ripped open." She continued as John shook his head in disappointment.

"They have them."

"You mean whatever killed Elkins?" Dean asked as his dad looked out the window, staring.

"We gotta pick up the trail."

"Wait. You want us to come with you?"

"If Elkins was telling the truth, we gotta find this gun. And that damn dagger." Jenny frowned in confusion as John looked at them.

"The gun-- why?"

"Because they're important, that's why." John argued as Jenny fixed herself in her seat, turning halfway. She left her leg over Deans lap, resting her elbows on the backseat.

"No way. You can't just come in here and tell us to go on a hunt with you, who clearly knows what killed Elkins, and then expect us to help you find this gun and dagger." Jenny argued, Sam and Dean's eyes wide with shock, slowly turning to John, expecting him to yell at her.

John was silent for a moment, which slowly made Jenny worry, but she made sure to keep a hard look.

"They were what Daniel Elkins killed best: Vampires."

"Vampires? I thought there was no such thing." Dean frowned, Sam shaking his head.

"You never even mentioned them, Dad."

"I thought they were extinct. I thought Elkins and -- and others had wiped them out. I was wrong."

"Most vampire lore is crap. A cross won't repel them, sunlight won't kill them, and neither will a stake to the heart. But the bloodlust, that part's true. They need fresh human blood to survive. They were once people, so you won't know it's a vampire until it's too late."

"And i'm assuming they don't sparkle in the sunlight, either?" Jenny asked as the Winchester's all gave her an odd look. "What? I read Twilight like a month ago."

"What the hell is Twilight?" They all asked as Jenny shrugged.

"This new book that came out around the time you disappeared the first time." She said, gesturing to John. "It was an awful book."

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Jenny slept peacefully on the floor, arms shoved under the pillow and the blanket splayed out across half of her body. She stirred slightly at the sound of footsteps, grumbling something under her breath before falling right back to sleep.

A loud footstep caused her to sit upright quickly, a knife in her hand and pointed it to John, who was a few feet away from her. "Good reflexes."

Jenny's arm dropped and she rubbed her eyes, looking up to the bed to see Sam and Dean waking up. "Let's go." Dean grumbled a response, throwing the blanket off of him but still stayed in bed. John glanced between Jenny and Dean, shaking his head as if it were in disappointment.

"I picked up a phone call." John continued as Jenny stood up, looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand. She yawned, stretching.

"What happened?" She slurred out, blinking roughly.

"A couple called 911. Found a body in the street. Cops got there, everyone was missing. It's the vampires." Jenny huffed, looking at Sam and Dean.

Sam rose up from his bed, looking at his dad. "How do you know?" He asked, watching as John grabbed his jacket and started walking to the front door.

"Just follow me, ok?" John shut the door behind him and Sam walked over to a chair, grabbing his jacket. Dean sat up, still half-asleep and chuckled.

"Huh, vampires. Get's funnier every time I hear it."