Bring it on down.
Disclaimer- I do not own anything of Supernatural or the Winchester brothers. What i do own is my OC Jenna Singer.
Chapter 1
People have often said that right before you die your life will flash before your eyes. This wasn't true, all she saw was darkness then the next thing she could recall was standing in her house. Memories... Pleasant ones are what she experienced, at different times in her life. Over and over again. Time has no meaning here, she couldn't say what day it was or what year. She only knew that she felt for the first time in a long time. She felt happy. No worries, no guilt, just happy.
Her current body was 17 years old as she sat cross legged in the dust next to her beloved Mustang. The growling and cursing coming from underneath it she knew belonged to her father. This was the day that he gave her the muscle machine. Two days after her birthday. She'd been in this memory before and Jenna felt content and relaxed here, as everything was the same. It always was, nothing changed in the memories, the weather was the same. The comforting was always.. Well comfortable, but something felt different today. Something wasn't quite right. From the corner of her eye she saw movement behind one of the rusted vehicles in the salvage yard. Frowning and allowing her instincts to kick in she raised herself so she was standing. "Hello?" She asked loudly enough for anyone to hear as her feet began to move. She froze in her spot. Stood there looking at her was a tall man. One she'd never seen before, his looming features unsettled her deeply. "Who are you?" her gut told her he must be a demon, or her paranoia. Either way she wished for something to fend him off. The man towered over her, deep brown eyes board into her. "You need to come with me." he spoke firmly and placed a hand against her forehead. Bright light filled the area around her to the point where she lightly closed her eyes. The light felt warm as it enclosed her.
Opening her eyes she found herself in a warehouse of some kind. The smell of oil and dirt effected her sense of smell. The man who had placed his hand on her forehead was now gone and she knew this was no memory. Was this hell? Jenna clenched her hands into fists then released them. Her brain churned with the unknown of where she was and who the man was that brought her here. Tentatively she took a step towards the door, the sound of her own pulse vibrated through her ears. She inhaled in a feeble attempt to calm her nerves when she found a long corridor. Pausing in her movements she could hear the sound of what could only be described as men fighting. She scanned the area looking for a form of protection and stumbled across an iron bar, gripping it firmly she steadily carried on her way towards the sound.
At a side entrance she could hear one of the men ranting about God... Being god? She couldn't be sure as some of the sound was muffled due to the hits the other was taking. It was then that she felt a punch to the gut. Another voice shouting "Dean!" Panic clear in his voice. She rushed down the side entrance to find the room widened into a spacious industrial area. At the far end she could see them both, and her heart rate drummed louder as her breathing quickened. It was the Winchesters. Sam had his brother propped up against a work bench, from the angle she was at, it looked as if Sam was checking his brother for injuries. His large hands held Deans head as he was speaking to him. Gingerly Jenna walked towards them. She smiled when she saw them embrace and her eyes connected with Dean's. Something wasn't right.
Dean held her gaze unsure as to what he was seeing. His life force slowly leaving him as his younger brother held on to him telling him how it'll be okay. The moment he'd told Sam that he was proud of them he knew that was it. And now this close to death he was seeing her, her smile made him smile in return as she walked towards them. Was he seeing her spirit? Was she waiting for him on the other side? God he hoped so. "Jen..." the last thing he breathed through his mouth as his body crumbled into his brother's arms. "Dean?" Sam spoke loudly enough for her to hear as she saw both brother's go to the floor. Sam being ever so gentle as he kneeled down carrying the weight of his brother with him. "No!..." the words had left her mouth in a strangled cry as she skidded next to them on the floor. Her hands pouring over the older Winchester. "No.. ." her hands soon covering themselves in Dean's blood. Tears had freely fallen down Sam's face as he looked at her. Bewildered at the sight before him. He quickly scooted away from his brother and her. His hand already on his gun. "Get the hell away from him." he seethed, sniffling the mucus back up his nose.
Jenna's face was pressed next to Dean's neck, muffling the sobbing cry which she was going through. Still in her mind, she wasn't here in real life. This was some sort of horrendous limbo. "I said. Get away from him." She heard the clicking of his gun as he readied himself at her. Leaning back on her hunches she looked over her shoulder to see the broken brother that was Sam. Tears shed had left their trail down his face and his eyes were red and puffy. "It's me Sam." her voice cracked as she spoke. Jenna raised her hands up in defence and slowly brought herself up to stand. Sam couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was it her? If so he had no idea how. "You..your dead." He shook his head at her and from his stance she could make out the small trembling of his hands as he pointed the weapon at her. Shaking her head jenna took a step forwards. "Sam... I don't know why I'm here. I don't know how I got here." She felt the hysteria rise in her voice. "One minute I'm fixing the Mustang with dad, the next some dude has me with him and I end up here." She wiped a hand into her hair and angrily brushed the back of her hand over her eyes. "I don't think I'm dead any more Sam... Oh god what's happening..." She took another look at Dean who lay lifeless on the floor and she felt as if all the air had been taken from her lungs. Unable to breath she keeled over, hands placed firmly on her knees as she fell into full panic attack mode. "Screw it." the younger Winchester spoke more to himself as he holstered his weapon and rushed to her side.
An hour later Sam had calmed her enough for her to make her own way to the impala. He struggle with his brother's lifeless body but had managed to place him comfortably on the back seats. On the drive back to the bunker he had filled her in on the things which she had missed out on. Metatron, the tablet, Gadreel, men of letters and finally the mark. During the conversation she'd hardly uttered a word as she looked out of the window chewing on the nail of her thumb. The only time she spoke was to say "the first blade" When Sam had spoken about Cain. If he was honest he wouldn't have been surprised that Jenna knew of the blade and the mark. After all it was demon legend and lore. She'd been studying that since she was a kid. Literally.
It was late when they reached the bunker and she'd fallen asleep, scooping her up in his arms Sam held her close and sighed heavily as he carried her in through the large door. Entering one of the spare rooms he laid her down and sighed, running hand down his face as he looked at her. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. She was dead and had been for nearly two years. Sam chose to let her sleep, he would test her for the obvious later. Right now he needed to get his brother safe into the bunker. And so he did. Sam placed dean on his bed and walked away. He felt exhausted and alone, he was angry and heart broken all at the same time. He didn't know how long he'd been sat at the table. The bottle of whiskey when he first opened it was full. Now there was barely a trickle left. He jumped at the sound of movement and saw her standing in the doorway. "I didn't save you any.. Sorry." he turned back around to his glass. She didn't speak she just made her way over to the table and sat down. "I don't know what's going on." She crossed her arms on the table. "I don't know why I'm here..." Sam looked up at her and shrugged. Sliding a silver knife and shot of holy water in her direction. "You know what to do." the slurring of his speech made it pretty clear that he'd been drinking for a while. Jenna looked up through her lashes at him and took the knife, slicing it gently over her skin. Causing her to hiss a little as she did so. She then downed the water and slapped the glass back on the counter. "Congratulations, your human." Sam said frowned at him and watched him refill his drink again. "How long was I out?" She questioned as she looked around the bunkers war room.
"Several hours. Dean's... Dean's down the hall if you want to see him." Sam rang a hand through his hair and flopped his head down on his arms. He was drained emotionally and physically. Bowing her head Jenna eased herself from the chair and slowly made her way down the hall. Stopping briefly at what she could only described as a dungeon. "Oh Sam.. " She spoke to herself as she saw the artefacts which lay on the floor. Clearly to summon a demon. And no doubt Crowley. She shook her head with a heavy wondering ofChow this was even possible, had the angels brought her back. Was it Castiel? Or could it have been the demons? Either way she was freaked out. After all, what is dead should stay dead right?
Her hand held the frame of the door before she entered. She didn't want to face him. She knew his lifeless body would have been cleaned from all the blood by Sam but she just couldn't lose dean. He was a hero. He saved people and now he would end up here? Like this? Where was the justice in that? Her chest felt hollow and she placed her hand there taking a much needed breath. She could do this, she could see him. Her boots clicked against the floor as she rounded the door frame but she stopped and frowned. Where was he? Her eyes scanned the area of his room. There was no body. Had she gone into the wrong one? She didn't think so. The bed laid there neatly made up with nothing but a small piece of paper with Sam's name written on it.
"Sam!" She called as she rushed back into the war room. "You sure you put dean in his room?" the confused look on the younger Winchesters face was a clear sign that he had. "Course I did. You must have looked in the room." he spoke as if it was obvious. "Well...He ain't there but this was" Sam stood abruptly as she spoke and rushed past her, his shoes squeaking loudly as he rounded the corner and stood in the threshold of the room. Jenna handed him the paper marked with his name. Frowning on it Sam read the words. 'Let me go, Sammy.' It was at that moment they both realised that Dean Winchester had simply vanished.