Chapter 13: The Rodgers
"Jenna, Haven's missing."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean she's missing."
"New Year's Eve was last night,"Jenna said. "She's probably out with friends at a hotel or something."
"No, my dad called and said she'd been out on a hunt last night," Lindsay replied, her voice tight.
Jenna rubbed her eyes. It was still too early for her hangover to have left her. Why did Lindsay have to call now?
"I'm sure she's fine," Jenna assured her friend. Christopher stirred in his sleep next to her.
"You're not listening to me, Jenna!" Lindsay suddenly yelled.
"Whoa!" Jenna jerked the phone away from her ear. "Dude, calm down," she hissed.
Christopher mumbled in his sleep.
"I'm sorry," Lindsay sighed. "But my dad told me that she went to the Jacobs' place in Pennsylvania. She never came back. I don't know why she'd even go there in the first place. It doesn't make any sense. There's nothing there but a very polite lady ghost."
Jenna sat up from her bed, making sure to tuck the extra covers around Christopher. "Let me make some coffee and wake up, and then you can come over, okay? Because I assume you're in the area already," she said.
"Of course I am."
Jenna hadn't had a vision of Lindsay in some time. She had, however, cracked up with laughter after the vision she'd had yesterday of the Winchesters. Incredibly, Cas had tried out hunting and the boys had to solve a case involving deaths that resembled cartoons.
"But you know I can't hunt with you, right?" Jenna continued.
There as silence on the other end.
"Dude?" Jenna asked. She didn't like reminding Lindsay about her promise to her husband. Lindsay never took it well. And Jenna always felt pretty guilty about abandoning her friend, even if Lindsay hadn't wanted Jenna hunting in the first place.
"Yeah," Lindsay replied tersely.
Jenna waited a second for anything else her friend might want to say. "Well, while you're here," she hedged, "I need your help with something."
"What is it?" Lindsay sounded tired.
Jenna knew she'd probably get busted, but she was hoping her friend had enough on her mind with Haven's disappearance---a guilty pang thrummed through Jenna's chest---that Lindsay wouldn't ask too many questions.
"A friend of mine is in the hospital. I want to visit." And Jenna wanted help figuring out what had put him there in the first place. It wasn't a case, necessarily, if she didn't do any of the heavy lifting.
The phone went dead a second later.