Most women would be beyond thrilled to have my husband. I on the other hand have been trying to divorce him for the last 6 months. If he wasn't so stubborn and would just sign the damn papers it would be done and over with already, but no, it's not in his nature to just give up. He could have any woman he wanted, and trust me when I say he's had his fair share. If I'm honest with myself he is gorgeous, despite the overly cocky attitude he has. Blondish-brown hair, deep green eyes, tan skin with dusting of light freckles over his nose, panty dropping grin, and his body…wow. Okay, I'm getting side tracked. He has that effect. Downside, he's never home much but that's expected when you're a hunter of all things that go bump in the night. Due to him being home rarely, I found out of at least one time that I know of where he entertained a particularly attractive blonde for a night in his motel room, kicking out his younger brother for the night, who was very willing to tell me of it. I never told my husband how I found out, and I never intend do. His brother is one of my best friends and I couldn't do that to him after he let me know the truth.
So now here I am, 4 years into a marriage with Dean Winchester, begging for a divorce while switching between helping my Aunt Ellen and cousin Jo at the Roadhouse, and anything Bobby Singer needs help with in Souix Falls. Lucky me. I've been summoned to Bobby's house to help him research a few cases and use some random abilities I seem to have established. I'm not psychic, I'm not a prophet, but I can get visions from people off of a single touch. I cannot always control it so I avoid people like the plague, which is kinda why Bobby's house is so great, it's just him and other than Ellen and Jo, Bobby is the only other one who knows. It scares me to death and I could never tell Sam or Dean. Dean would just be an asshole about it and Sam's been through enough.
The sound of my phone brings me out of my thoughts. Looking at the caller id I have a good idea of who it is, he always seems to find my number after I change it.
"Unless this is about signing the papers we have nothing to talk about." I deadpanned.
"Come on, baby. I got plenty to say you just never let me talk." Is it bad that the sound of his voice sends chills all throughout my body? Cas says it's because we are soul mates but I refuse to believe a soul mate would intentionally cheat.
"I think you have me confused with someone else Dean." I looked up from my book across the desk noticing Bobby stare at me, waiting for me to explode. I have a temper that rivals Dean's, which always lead to heated arguments and even more heated make up sex.
"I only have one wife. Come on baby, six months is a long time to completely shut me out. I'm not going anywhere and I'm not signing any damn papers. Just…talk to me. I miss you." I let out a long sigh and run my fingers through my hair, reminding myself over and over again of what he did, why I can't back down and give in this time. Naturally, this also brings back the hollow and painful feeling in my chest and stomach causing tears to prick my eyes.
"What do you want Dean?" I can tell my voice is cracking from holding in my tears but at this point I could care less. Bobby coughs and I look up to see him holding out a box of tissues with an apologetic smile on his face. This is why this man is my father figure, he's uncomfortable as hell with a crying woman but he tries. I return the smile and take the box from him, sitting it in front of me.
"I just want to talk to you, we can work this out. Are you at Bobby's?"
"Don't you have a case to work on, if not I'm sure Bobby could find one for you if you called him."
"We just wrapped up a case and we're about 14 hours from Bobby's. Where are you?"
"Not at Bobby's."
"Well I know you're not at the Roadhouse." I can hear him getting angry and I know it's time to cut this call short but before I can say anything I hear shuffling on the other end of the line, arguing, and then I hear Sam.
"Hey Jenn. Long time no talk, how are you?" I can't help but chuckle, he sounds so relieved. I haven't really been able to talk to him much because he is always with Dean, and that makes me feel a little guilty.
"I'm okay Sammy, taking care of yourself?"
"Always. What about you?" I want to lie. I want to say I'm great but I'm not. I've lost weight, hardly sleep, and I look like shit in general lately. The visions take a toll on me, make me weak and tired. There are bags under my eyes the size of Texas, and I wasn't big before hand but I went from 135 pounds to 120 in a matter of a few months.
"Could be better, could be worse." Truth is what I owe Sam. I can't lie to him, I never could. I hear his sigh and I can just picture the disapproving look on his face. "I'll be okay Sammy, don't worry so much."
"You're my sister, it's kinda my job."
"I love you too Sammy, you boys take care okay?"
"We're heading to Bobby's…Dean was a little off on the time frame though…" Panic is setting in. I haven't seen either of them in six months since my heart shattered into a million pieces.
"How off Sam?" He knew with the panicked sound of my voice exactly where I was.
"Shit…" with that one word I heard the sound of the Impala pull into Bobby's.
"Oh fuck…come on really?!"
"Just wai-" I hung up the phone and thought of an escape plan. All of my stuff was upstairs, including my keys. I was parked out back though, maybe I could just hot wire it. When I looked at Bobby I knew he knew they were coming. He was looking at me like a scolded puppy.
"Oh you traitor…" I whispered harshly to him and made a break for the back door when I heard footsteps coming up the front porch and a loud knock.
"Where do ya think your goin girly? They already know you're here." Bobby got up from his desk to go answer the door.
"I'll be damned." I yelled at him as I ripped open the back door and ran smack into something solid, successfully falling onto my ass. Looking from the boots to the jeans, to the plaid shirt and leather jacket and finally resting onto that perfect face with an arrogant smirk and bright green eyes, I knew I was caught.
"Honey, I'm home. Look at you, falling for me all over again." He tried to help me up but I scooted away from him as quick as I could, afraid of what would happen at his touch. This was another reason this divorce needed to happen, I remember how he thought Sam was a freak. What would he think of me? No, I'm not going through that kind of rejection. I got up and ran for the front door only to turn the corner and run smack into another solid figure, looking up to see the giant formerly known as Sammy.
"For Christsakes, running into you Winchesters is like running into brick walls." I said while rubbing my face and taking 3 steps back. I'd love nothing more to run into Sam's arms and hug the kid breathless, but I can't chance what would happen. I hear the boys laughing at my comment but I can't bring myself to return it. "Nice to see you Sammy, if it's possible I think you've grown." Comparing to his 6'4" frame, I was only 5'3". I sidestepped around Sam and beelined for my room, shutting the door and grabbing the divorce papers off of the desk. It's now or never…I can't be around anyone until I know how to control this and Cas hasn't answered me at all to help. I ran back down the steps and into the den where the three men were still standing.
"Here…make yourself useful." I threw the papers on the desk in front of Dean, really looking at him for the first time in a while. I could tell he wasn't been sleeping much, the dark rings under his eyes were a good tell, plus he just looked all around exhausted. His hair was a little longer, several days worth of stubble on his face. He smelled of whiskey, leather, and motor oil…just like I remembered. God, I miss him. I watched as Dean picked up the papers and looked at the top line before he shook his head and threw them in the trash can beside the desk before whirling back on me with his jaw clenched and determined eyes.
"You might as well forget that princess, not happening." He took 3 steps towards me to close the distance and I took 4 steps back. I saw the hurt look in his eyes but I was determined to not let it show how much it hurt me too.
"Can't play this game forever Dean."
"Like it or not, we're soul mates according to all that's holy upstairs…not throwing that away."
"Since when do you care what the powers that be plan, huh? Dean Winchester…never follow anything planned out for him because he didn't choose it himself, doesn't believe in fate or destinies, the same Dean Winchester that had no problem THROWING THIS away as long as he was wrapped in a leggy blonde. Did you even get her name or was that not important?" Now I was pissed…I needed to hold onto this and it didn't escape my notice how Sam kept inching closer in case he needed to break us apart. Our fights always did get a little out of hand. Dean stepped closer again and before I could bolt I heard Bobby's voice become baritone and loud.
"SON…BACK OFF!" I'm so thankful Bobby knew about these visions and how easily they were triggered. I know at this rate they'll all find out by the end of the day.
"NO BOBBY…she has been running away fr-"
"Running? Who the fuck is running? Don't start with me Winchester because you're the one that fucked this all up, not me. I was happy with you Dean and you played me like a goddamn idiot."
"Well how about this Winchester, you haven't let me talk once since this all happened. You don't even know what happened, hell I'm not even sure what the fuck happened."
"You are unbelieveable you know that? Oh and it's Harvelle, not Winchester." I went to run up the stairs when I felt a hand clasp around my bicep. I heard Bobby's voice but it sounded far away…oh shit this can't be happening…no no no. My breathing started to pick up as the sounds around me began to fade, then I was hit with an intense ringing in my ears, it's so loud that it's painful and causes an instant headache. I crumpled onto the stairs before my vision went completely white and then it was like watching a movie play right before my eyes, where I could walk around without interacting. I was sitting in the back seat of the Impala, Sam in the passenger, Dean driving.
"Dean, what did you expect her to do?"
"I don't know Sammy, she's my wife, I expected her to talk, listen, yell, scream, throw things, kick my ass…not throw divorce as an only option. How do I explain it wasn't all me and her believe me?"
"I'm not sure you can. She's a force to be reckoned with when she's pissed."
"Tell me about it." I lean forward and look between the two of them. They both have smiles on their faces. "I just miss her man." Sam hands Dean the cell phone, I can see my name highlighted on the screen.
"Tell her that." Dean takes the phone and presses the call button.
"Alright…no chick flick moments man." There's that panty dropping grin…
"Unless this is about signing the papers we don't have anything to talk about." I watch his grin fade immediately after hearing my own voice, seeing how sad and rejected he looks is enough to bring tears to my eyes. I need to get out of this…I just want to get the reactions over with. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, feeling myself start to pull back into the present. The first thing I notice is my head is pounding and the faraway voices are becoming clearer, along with the sound of my own sobbing. I smell whiskey and leather and motor oil all around me and it instantly soothes me, feeling my body relax. I hear voices but have no idea what they're saying before I fall asleep, feeling warm and comforted. I know I am no longer on the stairs but wrapped into Dean tightly, causing my sleep to be deeper than it has in a long time.
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