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Hell's Most Wanted

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Satan hires an assassin to hunt down Dean, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. But the half demon he hires falls in love with Dean and must decide whether to kill her love or face Satans wrath. If Dean doesn't kill her first.

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Chapter 1

Chapter One

When Satan sent his messenger to Jenna, effectively calling her to "active duty", she was honored, excited to prove herself as worthy as any full blood demon to receive the Dark Lord's blessing and favors. She swore an oath of allegiance before His emissary and slit her palm open, spilling her own blood to seal the deal. Now all she had to do was hunt down Dean Winchester, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. Satan would grant her rewards beyond measure if she could just accomplish something no other demon had. But if she failed her master his punishment would be swift and last for all eternity.

The boys were surprisingly easy to track down. Satan said they had been branded by an angel to hide them but Jenna knew a human witch who made short work of scrying for their location. For the witch's trouble Jenna put a pretty rope necklace around her old sagging neck, but the witch didn't appreciate her gift and started screaming... so Jenna strung her up in the attic by the rafters. After all, she didn't want any other demon to discover Dean's location and kill him before she got a chance.

After that it was simple to kill a man who picked her up by the side of the road and steal his car. Seriously, who picks up hitchhikers nowadays? Of course he was over six feet tall, and had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds. She was just a young woman, all alone, shapely breasts barely contained by her tank top, legs that went on forever before ending in impossibly short shorts. Harmless as a fly, or so he thought, before she mad her move and slit his throat.

Soon Jenna was speeding along the highway, going eighty five, and heading toward Macken, Georgia. She wedged a picture of Dean, which the demon had given her, in the car's vent next to the radio. Couldn't hurt to have some eye candy while she made the twelve hour drive, plus she had to memorize his face, learn every angle, so she would immediately recognize him and get the jump on him before he knew what was happening. How unprofessional would it be if she had to keep peeking at the picture like, "Oh sorry sir can you please wait while I make sure your who the devil sent me to kill?" Jenna didn't think so.

She drove nonstop but it was still past three in the morning by the time she made it to Macken. Jenna was starving so she stopped at a twenty four hour McDonalds and grabbed some food before heading to the dingy little motel the people at McDonalds had told her about. She desperately needed a hot shower and some shut-eye before taking a crack at Dean. Jenna was half human after all and without sleep she wouldn't stand a chance at killing the famous Dean Winchester. He wasn't Hell's most wanted for nothing after all.

The next morning she woke early, packed everything she had brought with her into her backpack and set off for the address the witch had given her where Sam and Dean were supposed to be. Last night she had dumped the Contour outside of town and torched it. Jenna couldn't get caught with it and get busted for murder before she had a chance to complete her assignment. It did make getting around town inconvenient, but she couldn't risk stealing another car. Full blood demons didn't have to worry about trite things like transportation and how to get it. Well Jenna wouldn't either after this.

The address turned out to be a motel even worse than the one she had slept in last night. Jenna spotted the black Impala parked in front of a room at the very end of the one story building. She went into the office and rented the room right next door for the night. As soon as she was inside Jenna turned the TV on and blasted the volume to cover up the noise her tiny drill made as she drilled through the wall she shared with the boys. As soon as Jenna had drilled through the wall she slipped a tiny camera through the hole, on the end of a long plastic tube. If she aligned it exactly with their wall they wouldn't even notice a hole was there.

So many demons had failed in killing Dean because they thought like demons, not humans. They either rushed in for the attack, or made overly intricate plans that the boys ended up finding out about anyway. Jenna went about it as a human would. Observing her target first, learning his routine and habits, discovering when the best time to strike was. Patience was the key here, and Jenna had that in spades. Her only problem was she couldn't wait forever and risk the boys leaving town, and possibly losing track of them. After all, she killed the witch, if she lost track of them now she might not ever be able to find them again.

Jenna booted up her laptop and within a few moments she had a perfect view of the room next to hers. Apparently the boys weren't as eager to start the day as she had been. Dean was still in bed snoring loudly and Sam was sacked out on the couch with his arm flung over his face. Jenna zoomed in on Dean. He looked even more beautiful than his picture, even if he did snore like a drunken trucker.

Chapter One

When Satan sent his messenger to Jenna, effectively calling her to "active duty", she was honored, excited to prove herself as worthy as any full blood demon to receive the Dark Lord's blessing and favors. She swore an oath of allegiance before His emissary and slit her palm open, spilling her own blood to seal the deal. Now all she had to do was hunt down Dean Winchester, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. Satan would grant her rewards beyond measure if she could just accomplish something no other demon had. But if she failed her master his punishment would be swift and last for all eternity.

The boys were surprisingly easy to track down. Satan said they had been branded by an angel to hide them but Jenna knew a human witch who made short work of scrying for their location. For the witch's trouble Jenna put a pretty rope necklace around her old sagging neck, but the witch didn't appreciate her gift and started screaming... so Jenna strung her up in the attic by the rafters. After all, she didn't want any other demon to discover Dean's location and kill him before she got a chance.

After that it was simple to kill a man who picked her up by the side of the road and steal his car. Seriously, who picks up hitchhikers nowadays? Of course he was over six feet tall, and had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds. She was just a young woman, all alone, shapely breasts barely contained by her tank top, legs that went on forever before ending in impossibly short shorts. Harmless as a fly, or so he thought, before she mad her move and slit his throat.

Soon Jenna was speeding along the highway, going eighty five, and heading toward Macken, Georgia. She wedged a picture of Dean, which the demon had given her, in the car's vent next to the radio. Couldn't hurt to have some eye candy while she made the twelve hour drive, plus she had to memorize his face, learn every angle, so she would immediately recognize him and get the jump on him before he knew what was happening. How unprofessional would it be if she had to keep peeking at the picture like, "Oh sorry sir can you please wait while I make sure your who the devil sent me to kill?" Jenna didn't think so.

She drove nonstop but it was still past three in the morning by the time she made it to Macken. Jenna was starving so she stopped at a twenty four hour McDonalds and grabbed some food before heading to the dingy little motel the people at McDonalds had told her about. She desperately needed a hot shower and some shut-eye before taking a crack at Dean. Jenna was half human after all and without sleep she wouldn't stand a chance at killing the famous Dean Winchester. He wasn't Hell's most wanted for nothing after all.

The next morning she woke early, packed everything she had brought with her into her backpack and set off for the address the witch had given her where Sam and Dean were supposed to be. Last night she had dumped the Contour outside of town and torched it. Jenna couldn't get caught with it and get busted for murder before she had a chance to complete her assignment. It did make getting around town inconvenient, but she couldn't risk stealing another car. Full blood demons didn't have to worry about trite things like transportation and how to get it. Well Jenna wouldn't either after this.

The address turned out to be a motel even worse than the one she had slept in last night. Jenna spotted the black Impala parked in front of a room at the very end of the one story building. She went into the office and rented the room right next door for the night. As soon as she was inside Jenna turned the TV on and blasted the volume to cover up the noise her tiny drill made as she drilled through the wall she shared with the boys. As soon as Jenna had drilled through the wall she slipped a tiny camera through the hole, on the end of a long plastic tube. If she aligned it exactly with their wall they wouldn't even notice a hole was there.

So many demons had failed in killing Dean because they thought like demons, not humans. They either rushed in for the attack, or made overly intricate plans that the boys ended up finding out about anyway. Jenna went about it as a human would. Observing her target first, learning his routine and habits, discovering when the best time to strike was. Patience was the key here, and Jenna had that in spades. Her only problem was she couldn't wait forever and risk the boys leaving town, and possibly losing track of them. After all, she killed the witch, if she lost track of them now she might not ever be able to find them again.

Jenna booted up her laptop and within a few moments she had a perfect view of the room next to hers. Apparently the boys weren't as eager to start the day as she had been. Dean was still in bed snoring loudly and Sam was sacked out on the couch with his arm flung over his face. Jenna zoomed in on Dean. He looked even more beautiful than his picture, even if he did snore like a drunken trucker.

Chapter One

When Satan sent his messenger to Jenna, effectively calling her to "active duty", she was honored, excited to prove herself as worthy as any full blood demon to receive the Dark Lord's blessing and favors. She swore an oath of allegiance before His emissary and slit her palm open, spilling her own blood to seal the deal. Now all she had to do was hunt down Dean Winchester, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. Satan would grant her rewards beyond measure if she could just accomplish something no other demon had. But if she failed her master his punishment would be swift and last for all eternity.

The boys were surprisingly easy to track down. Satan said they had been branded by an angel to hide them but Jenna knew a human witch who made short work of scrying for their location. For the witch's trouble Jenna put a pretty rope necklace around her old sagging neck, but the witch didn't appreciate her gift and started screaming... so Jenna strung her up in the attic by the rafters. After all, she didn't want any other demon to discover Dean's location and kill him before she got a chance.

After that it was simple to kill a man who picked her up by the side of the road and steal his car. Seriously, who picks up hitchhikers nowadays? Of course he was over six feet tall, and had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds. She was just a young woman, all alone, shapely breasts barely contained by her tank top, legs that went on forever before ending in impossibly short shorts. Harmless as a fly, or so he thought, before she mad her move and slit his throat.

Soon Jenna was speeding along the highway, going eighty five, and heading toward Macken, Georgia. She wedged a picture of Dean, which the demon had given her, in the car's vent next to the radio. Couldn't hurt to have some eye candy while she made the twelve hour drive, plus she had to memorize his face, learn every angle, so she would immediately recognize him and get the jump on him before he knew what was happening. How unprofessional would it be if she had to keep peeking at the picture like, "Oh sorry sir can you please wait while I make sure your who the devil sent me to kill?" Jenna didn't think so.

She drove nonstop but it was still past three in the morning by the time she made it to Macken. Jenna was starving so she stopped at a twenty four hour McDonalds and grabbed some food before heading to the dingy little motel the people at McDonalds had told her about. She desperately needed a hot shower and some shut-eye before taking a crack at Dean. Jenna was half human after all and without sleep she wouldn't stand a chance at killing the famous Dean Winchester. He wasn't Hell's most wanted for nothing after all.

The next morning she woke early, packed everything she had brought with her into her backpack and set off for the address the witch had given her where Sam and Dean were supposed to be. Last night she had dumped the Contour outside of town and torched it. Jenna couldn't get caught with it and get busted for murder before she had a chance to complete her assignment. It did make getting around town inconvenient, but she couldn't risk stealing another car. Full blood demons didn't have to worry about trite things like transportation and how to get it. Well Jenna wouldn't either after this.

The address turned out to be a motel even worse than the one she had slept in last night. Jenna spotted the black Impala parked in front of a room at the very end of the one story building. She went into the office and rented the room right next door for the night. As soon as she was inside Jenna turned the TV on and blasted the volume to cover up the noise her tiny drill made as she drilled through the wall she shared with the boys. As soon as Jenna had drilled through the wall she slipped a tiny camera through the hole, on the end of a long plastic tube. If she aligned it exactly with their wall they wouldn't even notice a hole was there.

So many demons had failed in killing Dean because they thought like demons, not humans. They either rushed in for the attack, or made overly intricate plans that the boys ended up finding out about anyway. Jenna went about it as a human would. Observing her target first, learning his routine and habits, discovering when the best time to strike was. Patience was the key here, and Jenna had that in spades. Her only problem was she couldn't wait forever and risk the boys leaving town, and possibly losing track of them. After all, she killed the witch, if she lost track of them now she might not ever be able to find them again.

Jenna booted up her laptop and within a few moments she had a perfect view of the room next to hers. Apparently the boys weren't as eager to start the day as she had been. Dean was still in bed snoring loudly and Sam was sacked out on the couch with his arm flung over his face. Jenna zoomed in on Dean. He looked even more beautiful than his picture, even if he did snore like a drunken trucker.

Chapter One

When Satan sent his messenger to Jenna, effectively calling her to "active duty", she was honored, excited to prove herself as worthy as any full blood demon to receive the Dark Lord's blessing and favors. She swore an oath of allegiance before His emissary and slit her palm open, spilling her own blood to seal the deal. Now all she had to do was hunt down Dean Winchester, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. Satan would grant her rewards beyond measure if she could just accomplish something no other demon had. But if she failed her master his punishment would be swift and last for all eternity.

The boys were surprisingly easy to track down. Satan said they had been branded by an angel to hide them but Jenna knew a human witch who made short work of scrying for their location. For the witch's trouble Jenna put a pretty rope necklace around her old sagging neck, but the witch didn't appreciate her gift and started screaming... so Jenna strung her up in the attic by the rafters. After all, she didn't want any other demon to discover Dean's location and kill him before she got a chance.

After that it was simple to kill a man who picked her up by the side of the road and steal his car. Seriously, who picks up hitchhikers nowadays? Of course he was over six feet tall, and had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds. She was just a young woman, all alone, shapely breasts barely contained by her tank top, legs that went on forever before ending in impossibly short shorts. Harmless as a fly, or so he thought, before she mad her move and slit his throat.

Soon Jenna was speeding along the highway, going eighty five, and heading toward Macken, Georgia. She wedged a picture of Dean, which the demon had given her, in the car's vent next to the radio. Couldn't hurt to have some eye candy while she made the twelve hour drive, plus she had to memorize his face, learn every angle, so she would immediately recognize him and get the jump on him before he knew what was happening. How unprofessional would it be if she had to keep peeking at the picture like, "Oh sorry sir can you please wait while I make sure your who the devil sent me to kill?" Jenna didn't think so.

She drove nonstop but it was still past three in the morning by the time she made it to Macken. Jenna was starving so she stopped at a twenty four hour McDonalds and grabbed some food before heading to the dingy little motel the people at McDonalds had told her about. She desperately needed a hot shower and some shut-eye before taking a crack at Dean. Jenna was half human after all and without sleep she wouldn't stand a chance at killing the famous Dean Winchester. He wasn't Hell's most wanted for nothing after all.

The next morning she woke early, packed everything she had brought with her into her backpack and set off for the address the witch had given her where Sam and Dean were supposed to be. Last night she had dumped the Contour outside of town and torched it. Jenna couldn't get caught with it and get busted for murder before she had a chance to complete her assignment. It did make getting around town inconvenient, but she couldn't risk stealing another car. Full blood demons didn't have to worry about trite things like transportation and how to get it. Well Jenna wouldn't either after this.

The address turned out to be a motel even worse than the one she had slept in last night. Jenna spotted the black Impala parked in front of a room at the very end of the one story building. She went into the office and rented the room right next door for the night. As soon as she was inside Jenna turned the TV on and blasted the volume to cover up the noise her tiny drill made as she drilled through the wall she shared with the boys. As soon as Jenna had drilled through the wall she slipped a tiny camera through the hole, on the end of a long plastic tube. If she aligned it exactly with their wall they wouldn't even notice a hole was there.

So many demons had failed in killing Dean because they thought like demons, not humans. They either rushed in for the attack, or made overly intricate plans that the boys ended up finding out about anyway. Jenna went about it as a human would. Observing her target first, learning his routine and habits, discovering when the best time to strike was. Patience was the key here, and Jenna had that in spades. Her only problem was she couldn't wait forever and risk the boys leaving town, and possibly losing track of them. After all, she killed the witch, if she lost track of them now she might not ever be able to find them again.

Jenna booted up her laptop and within a few moments she had a perfect view of the room next to hers. Apparently the boys weren't as eager to start the day as she had been. Dean was still in bed snoring loudly and Sam was sacked out on the couch with his arm flung over his face. Jenna zoomed in on Dean. He looked even more beautiful than his picture, even if he did snore like a drunken trucker.

Chapter One

When Satan sent his messenger to Jenna, effectively calling her to "active duty", she was honored, excited to prove herself as worthy as any full blood demon to receive the Dark Lord's blessing and favors. She swore an oath of allegiance before His emissary and slit her palm open, spilling her own blood to seal the deal. Now all she had to do was hunt down Dean Winchester, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. Satan would grant her rewards beyond measure if she could just accomplish something no other demon had. But if she failed her master his punishment would be swift and last for all eternity.

The boys were surprisingly easy to track down. Satan said they had been branded by an angel to hide them but Jenna knew a human witch who made short work of scrying for their location. For the witch's trouble Jenna put a pretty rope necklace around her old sagging neck, but the witch didn't appreciate her gift and started screaming... so Jenna strung her up in the attic by the rafters. After all, she didn't want any other demon to discover Dean's location and kill him before she got a chance.

After that it was simple to kill a man who picked her up by the side of the road and steal his car. Seriously, who picks up hitchhikers nowadays? Of course he was over six feet tall, and had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds. She was just a young woman, all alone, shapely breasts barely contained by her tank top, legs that went on forever before ending in impossibly short shorts. Harmless as a fly, or so he thought, before she mad her move and slit his throat.

Soon Jenna was speeding along the highway, going eighty five, and heading toward Macken, Georgia. She wedged a picture of Dean, which the demon had given her, in the car's vent next to the radio. Couldn't hurt to have some eye candy while she made the twelve hour drive, plus she had to memorize his face, learn every angle, so she would immediately recognize him and get the jump on him before he knew what was happening. How unprofessional would it be if she had to keep peeking at the picture like, "Oh sorry sir can you please wait while I make sure your who the devil sent me to kill?" Jenna didn't think so.

She drove nonstop but it was still past three in the morning by the time she made it to Macken. Jenna was starving so she stopped at a twenty four hour McDonalds and grabbed some food before heading to the dingy little motel the people at McDonalds had told her about. She desperately needed a hot shower and some shut-eye before taking a crack at Dean. Jenna was half human after all and without sleep she wouldn't stand a chance at killing the famous Dean Winchester. He wasn't Hell's most wanted for nothing after all.

The next morning she woke early, packed everything she had brought with her into her backpack and set off for the address the witch had given her where Sam and Dean were supposed to be. Last night she had dumped the Contour outside of town and torched it. Jenna couldn't get caught with it and get busted for murder before she had a chance to complete her assignment. It did make getting around town inconvenient, but she couldn't risk stealing another car. Full blood demons didn't have to worry about trite things like transportation and how to get it. Well Jenna wouldn't either after this.

The address turned out to be a motel even worse than the one she had slept in last night. Jenna spotted the black Impala parked in front of a room at the very end of the one story building. She went into the office and rented the room right next door for the night. As soon as she was inside Jenna turned the TV on and blasted the volume to cover up the noise her tiny drill made as she drilled through the wall she shared with the boys. As soon as Jenna had drilled through the wall she slipped a tiny camera through the hole, on the end of a long plastic tube. If she aligned it exactly with their wall they wouldn't even notice a hole was there.

So many demons had failed in killing Dean because they thought like demons, not humans. They either rushed in for the attack, or made overly intricate plans that the boys ended up finding out about anyway. Jenna went about it as a human would. Observing her target first, learning his routine and habits, discovering when the best time to strike was. Patience was the key here, and Jenna had that in spades. Her only problem was she couldn't wait forever and risk the boys leaving town, and possibly losing track of them. After all, she killed the witch, if she lost track of them now she might not ever be able to find them again.

Jenna booted up her laptop and within a few moments she had a perfect view of the room next to hers. Apparently the boys weren't as eager to start the day as she had been. Dean was still in bed snoring loudly and Sam was sacked out on the couch with his arm flung over his face. Jenna zoomed in on Dean. He looked even more beautiful than his picture, even if he did snore like a drunken trucker.

Chapter One

When Satan sent his messenger to Jenna, effectively calling her to "active duty", she was honored, excited to prove herself as worthy as any full blood demon to receive the Dark Lord's blessing and favors. She swore an oath of allegiance before His emissary and slit her palm open, spilling her own blood to seal the deal. Now all she had to do was hunt down Dean Winchester, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. Satan would grant her rewards beyond measure if she could just accomplish something no other demon had. But if she failed her master his punishment would be swift and last for all eternity.

The boys were surprisingly easy to track down. Satan said they had been branded by an angel to hide them but Jenna knew a human witch who made short work of scrying for their location. For the witch's trouble Jenna put a pretty rope necklace around her old sagging neck, but the witch didn't appreciate her gift and started screaming... so Jenna strung her up in the attic by the rafters. After all, she didn't want any other demon to discover Dean's location and kill him before she got a chance.

After that it was simple to kill a man who picked her up by the side of the road and steal his car. Seriously, who picks up hitchhikers nowadays? Of course he was over six feet tall, and had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds. She was just a young woman, all alone, shapely breasts barely contained by her tank top, legs that went on forever before ending in impossibly short shorts. Harmless as a fly, or so he thought, before she mad her move and slit his throat.

Soon Jenna was speeding along the highway, going eighty five, and heading toward Macken, Georgia. She wedged a picture of Dean, which the demon had given her, in the car's vent next to the radio. Couldn't hurt to have some eye candy while she made the twelve hour drive, plus she had to memorize his face, learn every angle, so she would immediately recognize him and get the jump on him before he knew what was happening. How unprofessional would it be if she had to keep peeking at the picture like, "Oh sorry sir can you please wait while I make sure your who the devil sent me to kill?" Jenna didn't think so.

She drove nonstop but it was still past three in the morning by the time she made it to Macken. Jenna was starving so she stopped at a twenty four hour McDonalds and grabbed some food before heading to the dingy little motel the people at McDonalds had told her about. She desperately needed a hot shower and some shut-eye before taking a crack at Dean. Jenna was half human after all and without sleep she wouldn't stand a chance at killing the famous Dean Winchester. He wasn't Hell's most wanted for nothing after all.

The next morning she woke early, packed everything she had brought with her into her backpack and set off for the address the witch had given her where Sam and Dean were supposed to be. Last night she had dumped the Contour outside of town and torched it. Jenna couldn't get caught with it and get busted for murder before she had a chance to complete her assignment. It did make getting around town inconvenient, but she couldn't risk stealing another car. Full blood demons didn't have to worry about trite things like transportation and how to get it. Well Jenna wouldn't either after this.

The address turned out to be a motel even worse than the one she had slept in last night. Jenna spotted the black Impala parked in front of a room at the very end of the one story building. She went into the office and rented the room right next door for the night. As soon as she was inside Jenna turned the TV on and blasted the volume to cover up the noise her tiny drill made as she drilled through the wall she shared with the boys. As soon as Jenna had drilled through the wall she slipped a tiny camera through the hole, on the end of a long plastic tube. If she aligned it exactly with their wall they wouldn't even notice a hole was there.

So many demons had failed in killing Dean because they thought like demons, not humans. They either rushed in for the attack, or made overly intricate plans that the boys ended up finding out about anyway. Jenna went about it as a human would. Observing her target first, learning his routine and habits, discovering when the best time to strike was. Patience was the key here, and Jenna had that in spades. Her only problem was she couldn't wait forever and risk the boys leaving town, and possibly losing track of them. After all, she killed the witch, if she lost track of them now she might not ever be able to find them again.

Jenna booted up her laptop and within a few moments she had a perfect view of the room next to hers. Apparently the boys weren't as eager to start the day as she had been. Dean was still in bed snoring loudly and Sam was sacked out on the couch with his arm flung over his face. Jenna zoomed in on Dean. He looked even more beautiful than his picture, even if he did snore like a drunken trucker.

Chapter One

When Satan sent his messenger to Jenna, effectively calling her to "active duty", she was honored, excited to prove herself as worthy as any full blood demon to receive the Dark Lord's blessing and favors. She swore an oath of allegiance before His emissary and slit her palm open, spilling her own blood to seal the deal. Now all she had to do was hunt down Dean Winchester, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. Satan would grant her rewards beyond measure if she could just accomplish something no other demon had. But if she failed her master his punishment would be swift and last for all eternity.

The boys were surprisingly easy to track down. Satan said they had been branded by an angel to hide them but Jenna knew a human witch who made short work of scrying for their location. For the witch's trouble Jenna put a pretty rope necklace around her old sagging neck, but the witch didn't appreciate her gift and started screaming... so Jenna strung her up in the attic by the rafters. After all, she didn't want any other demon to discover Dean's location and kill him before she got a chance.

After that it was simple to kill a man who picked her up by the side of the road and steal his car. Seriously, who picks up hitchhikers nowadays? Of course he was over six feet tall, and had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds. She was just a young woman, all alone, shapely breasts barely contained by her tank top, legs that went on forever before ending in impossibly short shorts. Harmless as a fly, or so he thought, before she mad her move and slit his throat.

Soon Jenna was speeding along the highway, going eighty five, and heading toward Macken, Georgia. She wedged a picture of Dean, which the demon had given her, in the car's vent next to the radio. Couldn't hurt to have some eye candy while she made the twelve hour drive, plus she had to memorize his face, learn every angle, so she would immediately recognize him and get the jump on him before he knew what was happening. How unprofessional would it be if she had to keep peeking at the picture like, "Oh sorry sir can you please wait while I make sure your who the devil sent me to kill?" Jenna didn't think so.

She drove nonstop but it was still past three in the morning by the time she made it to Macken. Jenna was starving so she stopped at a twenty four hour McDonalds and grabbed some food before heading to the dingy little motel the people at McDonalds had told her about. She desperately needed a hot shower and some shut-eye before taking a crack at Dean. Jenna was half human after all and without sleep she wouldn't stand a chance at killing the famous Dean Winchester. He wasn't Hell's most wanted for nothing after all.

The next morning she woke early, packed everything she had brought with her into her backpack and set off for the address the witch had given her where Sam and Dean were supposed to be. Last night she had dumped the Contour outside of town and torched it. Jenna couldn't get caught with it and get busted for murder before she had a chance to complete her assignment. It did make getting around town inconvenient, but she couldn't risk stealing another car. Full blood demons didn't have to worry about trite things like transportation and how to get it. Well Jenna wouldn't either after this.

The address turned out to be a motel even worse than the one she had slept in last night. Jenna spotted the black Impala parked in front of a room at the very end of the one story building. She went into the office and rented the room right next door for the night. As soon as she was inside Jenna turned the TV on and blasted the volume to cover up the noise her tiny drill made as she drilled through the wall she shared with the boys. As soon as Jenna had drilled through the wall she slipped a tiny camera through the hole, on the end of a long plastic tube. If she aligned it exactly with their wall they wouldn't even notice a hole was there.

So many demons had failed in killing Dean because they thought like demons, not humans. They either rushed in for the attack, or made overly intricate plans that the boys ended up finding out about anyway. Jenna went about it as a human would. Observing her target first, learning his routine and habits, discovering when the best time to strike was. Patience was the key here, and Jenna had that in spades. Her only problem was she couldn't wait forever and risk the boys leaving town, and possibly losing track of them. After all, she killed the witch, if she lost track of them now she might not ever be able to find them again.

Jenna booted up her laptop and within a few moments she had a perfect view of the room next to hers. Apparently the boys weren't as eager to start the day as she had been. Dean was still in bed snoring loudly and Sam was sacked out on the couch with his arm flung over his face. Jenna zoomed in on Dean. He looked even more beautiful than his picture, even if he did snore like a drunken trucker.

Chapter One

When Satan sent his messenger to Jenna, effectively calling her to "active duty", she was honored, excited to prove herself as worthy as any full blood demon to receive the Dark Lord's blessing and favors. She swore an oath of allegiance before His emissary and slit her palm open, spilling her own blood to seal the deal. Now all she had to do was hunt down Dean Winchester, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. Satan would grant her rewards beyond measure if she could just accomplish something no other demon had. But if she failed her master his punishment would be swift and last for all eternity.

The boys were surprisingly easy to track down. Satan said they had been branded by an angel to hide them but Jenna knew a human witch who made short work of scrying for their location. For the witch's trouble Jenna put a pretty rope necklace around her old sagging neck, but the witch didn't appreciate her gift and started screaming... so Jenna strung her up in the attic by the rafters. After all, she didn't want any other demon to discover Dean's location and kill him before she got a chance.

After that it was simple to kill a man who picked her up by the side of the road and steal his car. Seriously, who picks up hitchhikers nowadays? Of course he was over six feet tall, and had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds. She was just a young woman, all alone, shapely breasts barely contained by her tank top, legs that went on forever before ending in impossibly short shorts. Harmless as a fly, or so he thought, before she mad her move and slit his throat.

Soon Jenna was speeding along the highway, going eighty five, and heading toward Macken, Georgia. She wedged a picture of Dean, which the demon had given her, in the car's vent next to the radio. Couldn't hurt to have some eye candy while she made the twelve hour drive, plus she had to memorize his face, learn every angle, so she would immediately recognize him and get the jump on him before he knew what was happening. How unprofessional would it be if she had to keep peeking at the picture like, "Oh sorry sir can you please wait while I make sure your who the devil sent me to kill?" Jenna didn't think so.

She drove nonstop but it was still past three in the morning by the time she made it to Macken. Jenna was starving so she stopped at a twenty four hour McDonalds and grabbed some food before heading to the dingy little motel the people at McDonalds had told her about. She desperately needed a hot shower and some shut-eye before taking a crack at Dean. Jenna was half human after all and without sleep she wouldn't stand a chance at killing the famous Dean Winchester. He wasn't Hell's most wanted for nothing after all.

The next morning she woke early, packed everything she had brought with her into her backpack and set off for the address the witch had given her where Sam and Dean were supposed to be. Last night she had dumped the Contour outside of town and torched it. Jenna couldn't get caught with it and get busted for murder before she had a chance to complete her assignment. It did make getting around town inconvenient, but she couldn't risk stealing another car. Full blood demons didn't have to worry about trite things like transportation and how to get it. Well Jenna wouldn't either after this.

The address turned out to be a motel even worse than the one she had slept in last night. Jenna spotted the black Impala parked in front of a room at the very end of the one story building. She went into the office and rented the room right next door for the night. As soon as she was inside Jenna turned the TV on and blasted the volume to cover up the noise her tiny drill made as she drilled through the wall she shared with the boys. As soon as Jenna had drilled through the wall she slipped a tiny camera through the hole, on the end of a long plastic tube. If she aligned it exactly with their wall they wouldn't even notice a hole was there.

So many demons had failed in killing Dean because they thought like demons, not humans. They either rushed in for the attack, or made overly intricate plans that the boys ended up finding out about anyway. Jenna went about it as a human would. Observing her target first, learning his routine and habits, discovering when the best time to strike was. Patience was the key here, and Jenna had that in spades. Her only problem was she couldn't wait forever and risk the boys leaving town, and possibly losing track of them. After all, she killed the witch, if she lost track of them now she might not ever be able to find them again.

Jenna booted up her laptop and within a few moments she had a perfect view of the room next to hers. Apparently the boys weren't as eager to start the day as she had been. Dean was still in bed snoring loudly and Sam was sacked out on the couch with his arm flung over his face. Jenna zoomed in on Dean. He looked even more beautiful than his picture, even if he did snore like a drunken trucker.

Chapter One

When Satan sent his messenger to Jenna, effectively calling her to "active duty", she was honored, excited to prove herself as worthy as any full blood demon to receive the Dark Lord's blessing and favors. She swore an oath of allegiance before His emissary and slit her palm open, spilling her own blood to seal the deal. Now all she had to do was hunt down Dean Winchester, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. Satan would grant her rewards beyond measure if she could just accomplish something no other demon had. But if she failed her master his punishment would be swift and last for all eternity.

The boys were surprisingly easy to track down. Satan said they had been branded by an angel to hide them but Jenna knew a human witch who made short work of scrying for their location. For the witch's trouble Jenna put a pretty rope necklace around her old sagging neck, but the witch didn't appreciate her gift and started screaming... so Jenna strung her up in the attic by the rafters. After all, she didn't want any other demon to discover Dean's location and kill him before she got a chance.

After that it was simple to kill a man who picked her up by the side of the road and steal his car. Seriously, who picks up hitchhikers nowadays? Of course he was over six feet tall, and had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds. She was just a young woman, all alone, shapely breasts barely contained by her tank top, legs that went on forever before ending in impossibly short shorts. Harmless as a fly, or so he thought, before she mad her move and slit his throat.

Soon Jenna was speeding along the highway, going eighty five, and heading toward Macken, Georgia. She wedged a picture of Dean, which the demon had given her, in the car's vent next to the radio. Couldn't hurt to have some eye candy while she made the twelve hour drive, plus she had to memorize his face, learn every angle, so she would immediately recognize him and get the jump on him before he knew what was happening. How unprofessional would it be if she had to keep peeking at the picture like, "Oh sorry sir can you please wait while I make sure your who the devil sent me to kill?" Jenna didn't think so.

She drove nonstop but it was still past three in the morning by the time she made it to Macken. Jenna was starving so she stopped at a twenty four hour McDonalds and grabbed some food before heading to the dingy little motel the people at McDonalds had told her about. She desperately needed a hot shower and some shut-eye before taking a crack at Dean. Jenna was half human after all and without sleep she wouldn't stand a chance at killing the famous Dean Winchester. He wasn't Hell's most wanted for nothing after all.

The next morning she woke early, packed everything she had brought with her into her backpack and set off for the address the witch had given her where Sam and Dean were supposed to be. Last night she had dumped the Contour outside of town and torched it. Jenna couldn't get caught with it and get busted for murder before she had a chance to complete her assignment. It did make getting around town inconvenient, but she couldn't risk stealing another car. Full blood demons didn't have to worry about trite things like transportation and how to get it. Well Jenna wouldn't either after this.

The address turned out to be a motel even worse than the one she had slept in last night. Jenna spotted the black Impala parked in front of a room at the very end of the one story building. She went into the office and rented the room right next door for the night. As soon as she was inside Jenna turned the TV on and blasted the volume to cover up the noise her tiny drill made as she drilled through the wall she shared with the boys. As soon as Jenna had drilled through the wall she slipped a tiny camera through the hole, on the end of a long plastic tube. If she aligned it exactly with their wall they wouldn't even notice a hole was there.

So many demons had failed in killing Dean because they thought like demons, not humans. They either rushed in for the attack, or made overly intricate plans that the boys ended up finding out about anyway. Jenna went about it as a human would. Observing her target first, learning his routine and habits, discovering when the best time to strike was. Patience was the key here, and Jenna had that in spades. Her only problem was she couldn't wait forever and risk the boys leaving town, and possibly losing track of them. After all, she killed the witch, if she lost track of them now she might not ever be able to find them again.

Jenna booted up her laptop and within a few moments she had a perfect view of the room next to hers. Apparently the boys weren't as eager to start the day as she had been. Dean was still in bed snoring loudly and Sam was sacked out on the couch with his arm flung over his face. Jenna zoomed in on Dean. He looked even more beautiful than his picture, even if he did snore like a drunken trucker.

Chapter One

When Satan sent his messenger to Jenna, effectively calling her to "active duty", she was honored, excited to prove herself as worthy as any full blood demon to receive the Dark Lord's blessing and favors. She swore an oath of allegiance before His emissary and slit her palm open, spilling her own blood to seal the deal. Now all she had to do was hunt down Dean Winchester, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. Satan would grant her rewards beyond measure if she could just accomplish something no other demon had. But if she failed her master his punishment would be swift and last for all eternity.

The boys were surprisingly easy to track down. Satan said they had been branded by an angel to hide them but Jenna knew a human witch who made short work of scrying for their location. For the witch's trouble Jenna put a pretty rope necklace around her old sagging neck, but the witch didn't appreciate her gift and started screaming... so Jenna strung her up in the attic by the rafters. After all, she didn't want any other demon to discover Dean's location and kill him before she got a chance.

After that it was simple to kill a man who picked her up by the side of the road and steal his car. Seriously, who picks up hitchhikers nowadays? Of course he was over six feet tall, and had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds. She was just a young woman, all alone, shapely breasts barely contained by her tank top, legs that went on forever before ending in impossibly short shorts. Harmless as a fly, or so he thought, before she mad her move and slit his throat.

Soon Jenna was speeding along the highway, going eighty five, and heading toward Macken, Georgia. She wedged a picture of Dean, which the demon had given her, in the car's vent next to the radio. Couldn't hurt to have some eye candy while she made the twelve hour drive, plus she had to memorize his face, learn every angle, so she would immediately recognize him and get the jump on him before he knew what was happening. How unprofessional would it be if she had to keep peeking at the picture like, "Oh sorry sir can you please wait while I make sure your who the devil sent me to kill?" Jenna didn't think so.

She drove nonstop but it was still past three in the morning by the time she made it to Macken. Jenna was starving so she stopped at a twenty four hour McDonalds and grabbed some food before heading to the dingy little motel the people at McDonalds had told her about. She desperately needed a hot shower and some shut-eye before taking a crack at Dean. Jenna was half human after all and without sleep she wouldn't stand a chance at killing the famous Dean Winchester. He wasn't Hell's most wanted for nothing after all.

The next morning she woke early, packed everything she had brought with her into her backpack and set off for the address the witch had given her where Sam and Dean were supposed to be. Last night she had dumped the Contour outside of town and torched it. Jenna couldn't get caught with it and get busted for murder before she had a chance to complete her assignment. It did make getting around town inconvenient, but she couldn't risk stealing another car. Full blood demons didn't have to worry about trite things like transportation and how to get it. Well Jenna wouldn't either after this.

The address turned out to be a motel even worse than the one she had slept in last night. Jenna spotted the black Impala parked in front of a room at the very end of the one story building. She went into the office and rented the room right next door for the night. As soon as she was inside Jenna turned the TV on and blasted the volume to cover up the noise her tiny drill made as she drilled through the wall she shared with the boys. As soon as Jenna had drilled through the wall she slipped a tiny camera through the hole, on the end of a long plastic tube. If she aligned it exactly with their wall they wouldn't even notice a hole was there.

So many demons had failed in killing Dean because they thought like demons, not humans. They either rushed in for the attack, or made overly intricate plans that the boys ended up finding out about anyway. Jenna went about it as a human would. Observing her target first, learning his routine and habits, discovering when the best time to strike was. Patience was the key here, and Jenna had that in spades. Her only problem was she couldn't wait forever and risk the boys leaving town, and possibly losing track of them. After all, she killed the witch, if she lost track of them now she might not ever be able to find them again.

Jenna booted up her laptop and within a few moments she had a perfect view of the room next to hers. Apparently the boys weren't as eager to start the day as she had been. Dean was still in bed snoring loudly and Sam was sacked out on the couch with his arm flung over his face. Jenna zoomed in on Dean. He looked even more beautiful than his picture, even if he did snore like a drunken trucker.

Chapter One

When Satan sent his messenger to Jenna, effectively calling her to "active duty", she was honored, excited to prove herself as worthy as any full blood demon to receive the Dark Lord's blessing and favors. She swore an oath of allegiance before His emissary and slit her palm open, spilling her own blood to seal the deal. Now all she had to do was hunt down Dean Winchester, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. Satan would grant her rewards beyond measure if she could just accomplish something no other demon had. But if she failed her master his punishment would be swift and last for all eternity.

The boys were surprisingly easy to track down. Satan said they had been branded by an angel to hide them but Jenna knew a human witch who made short work of scrying for their location. For the witch's trouble Jenna put a pretty rope necklace around her old sagging neck, but the witch didn't appreciate her gift and started screaming... so Jenna strung her up in the attic by the rafters. After all, she didn't want any other demon to discover Dean's location and kill him before she got a chance.

After that it was simple to kill a man who picked her up by the side of the road and steal his car. Seriously, who picks up hitchhikers nowadays? Of course he was over six feet tall, and had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds. She was just a young woman, all alone, shapely breasts barely contained by her tank top, legs that went on forever before ending in impossibly short shorts. Harmless as a fly, or so he thought, before she mad her move and slit his throat.

Soon Jenna was speeding along the highway, going eighty five, and heading toward Macken, Georgia. She wedged a picture of Dean, which the demon had given her, in the car's vent next to the radio. Couldn't hurt to have some eye candy while she made the twelve hour drive, plus she had to memorize his face, learn every angle, so she would immediately recognize him and get the jump on him before he knew what was happening. How unprofessional would it be if she had to keep peeking at the picture like, "Oh sorry sir can you please wait while I make sure your who the devil sent me to kill?" Jenna didn't think so.

She drove nonstop but it was still past three in the morning by the time she made it to Macken. Jenna was starving so she stopped at a twenty four hour McDonalds and grabbed some food before heading to the dingy little motel the people at McDonalds had told her about. She desperately needed a hot shower and some shut-eye before taking a crack at Dean. Jenna was half human after all and without sleep she wouldn't stand a chance at killing the famous Dean Winchester. He wasn't Hell's most wanted for nothing after all.

The next morning she woke early, packed everything she had brought with her into her backpack and set off for the address the witch had given her where Sam and Dean were supposed to be. Last night she had dumped the Contour outside of town and torched it. Jenna couldn't get caught with it and get busted for murder before she had a chance to complete her assignment. It did make getting around town inconvenient, but she couldn't risk stealing another car. Full blood demons didn't have to worry about trite things like transportation and how to get it. Well Jenna wouldn't either after this.

The address turned out to be a motel even worse than the one she had slept in last night. Jenna spotted the black Impala parked in front of a room at the very end of the one story building. She went into the office and rented the room right next door for the night. As soon as she was inside Jenna turned the TV on and blasted the volume to cover up the noise her tiny drill made as she drilled through the wall she shared with the boys. As soon as Jenna had drilled through the wall she slipped a tiny camera through the hole, on the end of a long plastic tube. If she aligned it exactly with their wall they wouldn't even notice a hole was there.

So many demons had failed in killing Dean because they thought like demons, not humans. They either rushed in for the attack, or made overly intricate plans that the boys ended up finding out about anyway. Jenna went about it as a human would. Observing her target first, learning his routine and habits, discovering when the best time to strike was. Patience was the key here, and Jenna had that in spades. Her only problem was she couldn't wait forever and risk the boys leaving town, and possibly losing track of them. After all, she killed the witch, if she lost track of them now she might not ever be able to find them again.

Jenna booted up her laptop and within a few moments she had a perfect view of the room next to hers. Apparently the boys weren't as eager to start the day as she had been. Dean was still in bed snoring loudly and Sam was sacked out on the couch with his arm flung over his face. Jenna zoomed in on Dean. He looked even more beautiful than his picture, even if he did snore like a drunken trucker.

Chapter One

When Satan sent his messenger to Jenna, effectively calling her to "active duty", she was honored, excited to prove herself as worthy as any full blood demon to receive the Dark Lord's blessing and favors. She swore an oath of allegiance before His emissary and slit her palm open, spilling her own blood to seal the deal. Now all she had to do was hunt down Dean Winchester, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. Satan would grant her rewards beyond measure if she could just accomplish something no other demon had. But if she failed her master his punishment would be swift and last for all eternity.

The boys were surprisingly easy to track down. Satan said they had been branded by an angel to hide them but Jenna knew a human witch who made short work of scrying for their location. For the witch's trouble Jenna put a pretty rope necklace around her old sagging neck, but the witch didn't appreciate her gift and started screaming... so Jenna strung her up in the attic by the rafters. After all, she didn't want any other demon to discover Dean's location and kill him before she got a chance.

After that it was simple to kill a man who picked her up by the side of the road and steal his car. Seriously, who picks up hitchhikers nowadays? Of course he was over six feet tall, and had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds. She was just a young woman, all alone, shapely breasts barely contained by her tank top, legs that went on forever before ending in impossibly short shorts. Harmless as a fly, or so he thought, before she mad her move and slit his throat.

Soon Jenna was speeding along the highway, going eighty five, and heading toward Macken, Georgia. She wedged a picture of Dean, which the demon had given her, in the car's vent next to the radio. Couldn't hurt to have some eye candy while she made the twelve hour drive, plus she had to memorize his face, learn every angle, so she would immediately recognize him and get the jump on him before he knew what was happening. How unprofessional would it be if she had to keep peeking at the picture like, "Oh sorry sir can you please wait while I make sure your who the devil sent me to kill?" Jenna didn't think so.

She drove nonstop but it was still past three in the morning by the time she made it to Macken. Jenna was starving so she stopped at a twenty four hour McDonalds and grabbed some food before heading to the dingy little motel the people at McDonalds had told her about. She desperately needed a hot shower and some shut-eye before taking a crack at Dean. Jenna was half human after all and without sleep she wouldn't stand a chance at killing the famous Dean Winchester. He wasn't Hell's most wanted for nothing after all.

The next morning she woke early, packed everything she had brought with her into her backpack and set off for the address the witch had given her where Sam and Dean were supposed to be. Last night she had dumped the Contour outside of town and torched it. Jenna couldn't get caught with it and get busted for murder before she had a chance to complete her assignment. It did make getting around town inconvenient, but she couldn't risk stealing another car. Full blood demons didn't have to worry about trite things like transportation and how to get it. Well Jenna wouldn't either after this.

The address turned out to be a motel even worse than the one she had slept in last night. Jenna spotted the black Impala parked in front of a room at the very end of the one story building. She went into the office and rented the room right next door for the night. As soon as she was inside Jenna turned the TV on and blasted the volume to cover up the noise her tiny drill made as she drilled through the wall she shared with the boys. As soon as Jenna had drilled through the wall she slipped a tiny camera through the hole, on the end of a long plastic tube. If she aligned it exactly with their wall they wouldn't even notice a hole was there.

So many demons had failed in killing Dean because they thought like demons, not humans. They either rushed in for the attack, or made overly intricate plans that the boys ended up finding out about anyway. Jenna went about it as a human would. Observing her target first, learning his routine and habits, discovering when the best time to strike was. Patience was the key here, and Jenna had that in spades. Her only problem was she couldn't wait forever and risk the boys leaving town, and possibly losing track of them. After all, she killed the witch, if she lost track of them now she might not ever be able to find them again.

Jenna booted up her laptop and within a few moments she had a perfect view of the room next to hers. Apparently the boys weren't as eager to start the day as she had been. Dean was still in bed snoring loudly and Sam was sacked out on the couch with his arm flung over his face. Jenna zoomed in on Dean. He looked even more beautiful than his picture, even if he did snore like a drunken trucker.

Chapter One

When Satan sent his messenger to Jenna, effectively calling her to "active duty", she was honored, excited to prove herself as worthy as any full blood demon to receive the Dark Lord's blessing and favors. She swore an oath of allegiance before His emissary and slit her palm open, spilling her own blood to seal the deal. Now all she had to do was hunt down Dean Winchester, murder him, and drag his soul back to hell. Satan would grant her rewards beyond measure if she could just accomplish something no other demon had. But if she failed her master his punishment would be swift and last for all eternity.

The boys were surprisingly easy to track down. Satan said they had been branded by an angel to hide them but Jenna knew a human witch who made short work of scrying for their location. For the witch's trouble Jenna put a pretty rope necklace around her old sagging neck, but the witch didn't appreciate her gift and started screaming... so Jenna strung her up in the attic by the rafters. After all, she didn't want any other demon to discover Dean's location and kill him before she got a chance.

After that it was simple to kill a man who picked her up by the side of the road and steal his car. Seriously, who picks up hitchhikers nowadays? Of course he was over six feet tall, and had to be at least two hundred and fifty pounds. She was just a young woman, all alone, shapely breasts barely contained by her tank top, legs that went on forever before ending in impossibly short shorts. Harmless as a fly, or so he thought, before she mad her move and slit his throat.

Soon Jenna was speeding along the highway, going eighty five, and heading toward Macken, Georgia. She wedged a picture of Dean, which the demon had given her, in the car's vent next to the radio. Couldn't hurt to have some eye candy while she made the twelve hour drive, plus she had to memorize his face, learn every angle, so she would immediately recognize him and get the jump on him before he knew what was happening. How unprofessional would it be if she had to keep peeking at the picture like, "Oh sorry sir can you please wait while I make sure your who the devil sent me to kill?" Jenna didn't think so.

She drove nonstop but it was still past three in the morning by the time she made it to Macken. Jenna was starving so she stopped at a twenty four hour McDonalds and grabbed some food before heading to the dingy little motel the people at McDonalds had told her about. She desperately needed a hot shower and some shut-eye before taking a crack at Dean. Jenna was half human after all and without sleep she wouldn't stand a chance at killing the famous Dean Winchester. He wasn't Hell's most wanted for nothing after all.

The next morning she woke early, packed everything she had brought with her into her backpack and set off for the address the witch had given her where Sam and Dean were supposed to be. Last night she had dumped the Contour outside of town and torched it. Jenna couldn't get caught with it and get busted for murder before she had a chance to complete her assignment. It did make getting around town inconvenient, but she couldn't risk stealing another car. Full blood demons didn't have to worry about trite things like transportation and how to get it. Well Jenna wouldn't either after this.

The address turned out to be a motel even worse than the one she had slept in last night. Jenna spotted the black Impala parked in front of a room at the very end of the one story building. She went into the office and rented the room right next door for the night. As soon as she was inside Jenna turned the TV on and blasted the volume to cover up the noise her tiny drill made as she drilled through the wall she shared with the boys. As soon as Jenna had drilled through the wall she slipped a tiny camera through the hole, on the end of a long plastic tube. If she aligned it exactly with their wall they wouldn't even notice a hole was there.

So many demons had failed in killing Dean because they thought like demons, not humans. They either rushed in for the attack, or made overly intricate plans that the boys ended up finding out about anyway. Jenna went about it as a human would. Observing her target first, learning his routine and habits, discovering when the best time to strike was. Patience was the key here, and Jenna had that in spades. Her only problem was she couldn't wait forever and risk the boys leaving town, and possibly losing track of them. After all, she killed the witch, if she lost track of them now she might not ever be able to find them again.

Jenna booted up her laptop and within a few moments she had a perfect view of the room next to hers. Apparently the boys weren't as eager to start the day as she had been. Dean was still in bed snoring loudly and Sam was sacked out on the couch with his arm flung over his face. Jenna zoomed in on Dean. He looked even more beautiful than his picture, even if he did snore like a drunken trucker.

 

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