Hello dear readers :) This story you are about to read is an entirely OC based story within the universe of Supernatural. I'm really excited to embark on this journey of writing out the great adventures of my OC Jenna who is close to my heart. She is a character that I took a lot of time to think out so I really hope you enjoy this and enjoy her as much as I do :) Thank you
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The sound of the sharpening stone against the edge of a short blade filled the damp motel room. The soft humming of the sorry excuse for an air conditioning unit was no competition. Neither was the music of the birds perched amongst the branches of the magnolia tree that shielded the window from harsh rays of midday sun. Nor the trumpeting sounds of angry drivers on the nearby freeway. None could compete. For the huntress's was not listening to any but one. Stone against blade, the sound of her life. The sound of her survival. The sound of her doom.
Jenna Hope Winters, a brunette of average height with a small but muscular build, was sitting on the end of the queen size bed preparing her weapons for her hunt. She'd been tracking a nest of vampires for the last few days and was finally prepared to make a strike. Well. Prepared was hardly the word for it. She had figured out the location of the nest and didn't waste time doing anything else. She was going to go in after them. Some would call her crazy for taking the whole nest on alone but she'd stopped caring about the wounds and scars a long time ago. Saving people from these monsters so they could live a good and normal life was worth everything.
Jenna ran a hand through her curls and stood, gathering her weapons and tossing them into a bag. Stealing a glance at the pinboard covered in snippets of information, she headed for the door. The hot Louisiana air clung to her skin as she pulled the door to and locked it behind her. Her eyes scanned the parking lot and eventually settled on her 1967 Chevy Camaro. The car wasn't all that well kept up. The body itself was still in good condition but the thing could really use a paint job. A paint job it probably would never get.
"Come on, Fredrick" She ran a hand over the hot metal as she moved to the trunk, popping it open. "Let's get this show on the road." She tossed the bag inside and closed the trunk quickly before hopping in the driver's seat. The moist southern air mixed with the heat of the day caused the leather to stick to her legs making her groan.
"Couldn't there have been a case in North Dakota or something?" she muttered as she turned the keys in the ignition and the car choked to life. She reached up to pat the dashboard "Don't die on me yet."
Jenna was careful not to touch the hot metal of the seatbelt as she buckled in. Because even though she was a huntress and that was dangerous, she didn't feel like dying in a car accident. She pulled out into the street and took off down the road into the sunset.
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Many hours later, the pur of the camaro could be heard from most rooms as it pulled up and stopped in front of the motel once more. The engine stopped, the lights shut off, and for a brief moment there was silence. The door opened with a creak and Jenna slid out into the dark world with a groan. She limped up to the door and fumbled with the keys before finally managing to shove it open and stumble inside. She closed the door behind her quickly and made her way to the bathroom.
The door closed with a click and the huntress tugged her thin shirt over her head. After a brief moment, she turned and examined her back in the mirror, twisting her head to look over her shoulder. A nasty bruise had already formed from where she'd been thrown into the stupid pile of wood. She could still hear the sickening thud and feel the pain of her back colliding with the planks. Slowly, she reached to touch the purple and blue mark. As her fingers brushed the skin, pain exploded in her back and side; drawing a hiss of pain from deep inside her.
"I hate this job."
She headed out of the bathroom and grabbed her first aid kid. She'd wrap up her torso just to give it a little support. If that was even a thing. Honestly she never was trained to do anything with medical practices. She simply took care of her injuries to the best of her ability and hoped they would go away. What were scars anyway? nothing really when you've got no one to impress.
She grabbed her laptop and walked over to the bed, sitting down slowly to cause as little pain as possible. Her next order of business? Netflix. She pulled up the website and watched a few episodes of Once Upon A Time before her eyelids began to grow heavy.
"mmmm. Goodnight people of storybrooke. With your power of love and your happily ever afters." She closed the laptop and slid it over to the other side of the bed before laying down. "Does anyone even really get those?" She murmured as her eyes slid shut. It wasn't long before sleep took her.
The white light bleeding through the window of the hospital room blinded the fifteen year old girl as she sat there, waiting for the visitors she'd been told were coming by. Her foster parents. It had to be them. Mr. and Mrs. Grave they would be there and they would take her home. It would be okay. She'd be with her family. But when the door creaked open and she looked up with hope, her eyes fell on a different figure.
"Candice?" Jenna asked. Candice was Jenna's social worker. The two weren't exactly friends as far as the teenager was concerned. Not if she kept sticking Jenna with shitty families. But this one had been different. This one was right. So when the Grave family wasn't there it worried her.
"Hello Jenna." The short stout woman nodded "I'm here to take you back to St. Claire's."
"St. Claire's?" Her blood ran cold and a knot formed in her stomach "Wh-where are the Graves? Where are my parents? Why would I go back there when-"
"Honey their son DIED in this accident. Died while you were supposed to be watching him."
"I told the doctors! We were attacked!"
"The break in was unfortunate." Candice sighed "But Jenna, they've made their decision. They don't want you anymore."
Jenna's voice left her in that moment. She tried to find words but she couldn't. Her world was falling apart. Again. Not that it had ever really been TOGETHER before this point.
"Come on honey. Get dressed. I've got the van waiting for us. We'll take you back to the orphanage. I'm sure it won't be long before we can get you somewhere to stay."
The light in Jenna's eyes was gone.
The huntress woke up slowly and rubbed her head. She released a huff as a hand went to the nasty scars on her abdomen from the werewolf attack. The 'accident'. Those moments had never left her mind. And in all truth she knew they never would. She pushed herself out of bed and wandered to the bathroom. Her head turned to the mirror and she looked at herself. She looked into those same lifeless eyes that fifteen year old wore out of the hospital that day. Those eyes that would never hope for or believe in 'happily ever after'
She shook her head and headed into the kitchen, glancing at the clock. 5:00. Time to start research and find another case. Maybe she'd have a destination by noon.
And the story begins! :D Please feel free to leave a comment. Comments are really good motivators for me to continue writing the story. :) Thank you for reading, I'll post the next chapter soon (unless school explodes) until then, dear readers