Jenna's Story.

Part One.

Disclaimer ~ I own nothing of the Characters used here other then the OC Jenna Singer. All rights go to WB, CW and Eric Kripke.
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She'd never ran so fast before, even when being chased by something supernatural. Her fear was something bigger then she could even explain. Her hair moved frantically on and off her shoulders with each ground eating step she took. Flying through the double swing doors she saw him stood there. Dean Winchester, right at the moment she knew what he was going to tell her. Stopping in her steps to a slow walk she gained on him. Looking up into those beautiful dark green eyes she prayed the news would be different as she looked at the man before her. He looked deflated, broken. Eyes a continuous welling of tears threatening to spill but she knew he wouldn't. He just shuck his head.

"I'm sorry Jen." His voice broke when he told her. His lower lip trembling as he held back all the emotion.

Her eyes went wide for a moment as she looked toward the single room finding Sam leaning against the wall his head hanging forward unable to look at her. That moment she felt her heart sink. Tears automatically sprung to her eyes pricking the lids as she tried to blink them away. Heaving heavy breaths into her lungs she frantically shook her head. "No… No he can't be." was all she could manage before Dean grabbed hold of her shoulders and pulled her gently towards him. Embracing her in those safe and secure arms like he always used to do. "He is, I'm sorry. So sorry.." Dean placed a small kiss to the temple of her head over her dark hair. Her hero was gone, she couldn't believe it. The man who she had looked up to all her life was now gone, and what annoyed her more was that he didn't even die a hunter. No.. Robert Singer was killed by a single bullet to the head. No Vampire, No Werewolf, No spirit. A freaking bullet. From this moment the only thing she could recall was the fact that her legs turned to jelly. She fell into Deans arms as he lowered them both to the cold hospital floor. Her body wrecked with emotional tears, uncontrollable, inconsolable waves passed through her. At one stage Dean even considered sedating her. Her father was the only thing she knew. To Jenna he was everything a person should be.

Now she'd been staring at the same space on the floor for the past 20 minutes since she was told the news. Her hands gripped tightly round the plastic edges of the hospital chair she sat in. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes tightly as more painful tears fell from her dark lashes and ran over her flushed cheeks. This was the moment she had feared for all her life. He was gone…. Pulling at one of the lapels of the leather jacket she now had wrapped her. She always felt secure wearing it, though she could never figure out why?

Slowly she lifted her head to the raised voice before her. A tall thin man stood holding paperwork in his shaky hand. He was fumbling over his words although she couldn't hear what was being said. For Jenna Singer her world had truly come to an end. She watched as Sam Winchester tried to calm his older brother down who was now screaming obscenities at the tall man. Sam grabbed Dean by his arm trying to pull him away. Swinging his arm free from his brother the elder Winchester thundered down the corridor. A small sob broke from her lips as she watched him vanish through the double doors. Wrapping both her arms round herself Jenna proceeded to rock slightly. This was a comfort thing she had done since being a child. Since the day she watched her father kill her mother. To her that day was as if it was yesterday even if it was 26 years ago. The memory and nightmares still haunted her.

Swallowing the large lump in her throat she stood still holding onto the jacket. With fearful moves she quietly stepped past the lawyer looking man and Sam. Her hand was shaking as she took hold of the cold metal of the handle and pushed the door easily open. As the door clicked closed she could just make out the words of the younger Winchester. "No!.. Listen to me, she isn't up to signing any papers right now." Letting the brown leather jacket fall from her slender shoulders Jenna Singer stood at the bottom of the hospital bed. Her hands fretful as she touched the cold metal frame at the base of the bed. The breath she released was loud in the small room and echoed round her ears causing a small sob to escape moving a hand over her mouth as she looked at the man who lay in the bed.

He looked as if he was sleeping only without breath. The bandage still wrapped round his head with a touch of blood poking through. All the monitors had been turned off, his cannula's had been removed with all the tubes. His body was tucked nicely into the crisp while hospital linen just under his arms. "Oh Dad." it was nothing above a whisper as she slowly made her way round the bed to where another of the small plastic chairs were. She pulled it closer to the bed, seating herself there as she took hold of his now lukewarm hand. Frowning her brows as she looked at her father once more she was now angry. Angry at the world, angry at god, angry at Dick Roman. Angry at anyone and everyone for the fact the only stable male in her life was now dead.

Wiping her hand over her face as more stray tears as they fell she took a shaky intake of breath. "I know I never said I love you enough, and for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving all those years ago. For not understanding why you did what you did for me. Thank you for protecting me Daddy.." She shuddered as more aggressive tears freed themselves from her eyes. The sob was louder then she would have wished it for, but at this point she couldn't really care. Laying her head upon his hand she continued to sob till it was just her body that was shaking. No more tears her body was truly dehydrated.

Her attention was brought to the rooms door. It creaked slightly under pressure from the large man that was opening it. It was Sam, he moved his shaggy hair away from his face with one swish of his left hand. Clearing his throat lightly before he spoke to her. "Um.. Jen? This lawyer guy is really pressing me. You gotta sign some papers." Sam looked heartbroken as he watched her move her hand over her tear stained face. His eyes showed pain and empathy. A sense of not knowing what to say to her fell over him as he watched her stand and place a delicate kiss to her fathers forehead giving her a little more time he sneaked his head back out the doorway.

By the time Jenna emerged from the hospital room she was now carrying the heavy jacket. Having thrown it over her arm she wiped her hand once again under her eyes. A low shuddering sniffle was made as the lawyer approached her. Looking to her left she could see that Dean had now rejoined his brother both looking sombre. Sam looked up at her his innocent looking eyes held her gaze for a moment before she danced her look across to his older brother. His head held downwards, shoulders in a relaxed matter. She knew he was hurting. As she watched them both speechless the lawyer cleared his throat making his presence known to her.

"Miss Singer?" His manner was calm considering the fact that he just had to deal with an enraged Dean Winchester. Not only did this get her attention it also pricked the ears of the elder Winchester too. Dean lifted his head to watch them both seeing Jenna nod her head making her way to the lawyer and all his paper work that was all placed out on the nurse's station. "I understand that this is a difficult time for you Miss Singer. Your father left strict instructions that upon the event of his death you were the immediate contact. His full will and testament." The man fumbled about the paper work before handing her the brown envelope. It wasn't until she felt the hand on the small of her back that she knew Dean was standing right behind her, watching and listening to what this stranger was saying. The lawyer explained that the contents were about the yard but more importantly Bobby's wishes about his burial or cremation in his case.

Taking the envelope from his hand, shakily she traced her fingers over the hand written name. Knowing it was her fathers writing she closed her eyes for a second sighing. Her heavy eyes found the lawyers face. It was clear he didn't like doing this part of his job, the frown set upon his forehead told her that along with the compassion in his eyes. "Is there anything else you need from me?" She questioned with a hushed voice that she only just managed to get out. Her throat was hoarse like needles poking at the back. She could feel it. The lawyer placed a piece of paper in front of her, marking a section with a cross he handed the pen to her. The edges of her lips twitched as she signed her name. her hearing caught sight of a huffing sigh from Dean who was still stood behind her, watching just over her shoulder. Placing the pen back on the paper she thanked the lawyer for his time where he offered her his deepest sympathy. Holding the envelope in her hand she turned to look up at Dean.

"Still signing your name like that I see?" he questioned her. Letting his vision drift down to her. He couldn't be that mad at her but something burned inside him, the frustration of the past few days taking its toll and Jenna being the outlet for his anger. Her face was patchy with red blotches from where she'd been crying. Her hair was dull, hardly any trace of her usual make up left on her eyes. She looked tired yet seeing her like that still made him acknowledge that she was still as a beautiful as the first day he had met her again. Taking a calming breath she closed her eyes just shaking her head. "Don't do this now please." Brushing him aside she joined Sam over on the waiting area chairs. Dean watched as his younger brother gave Jenna a warm smile even though it was clear he was in some pain. His throat tightened as Sam wrapped a comforting arm round her, he could see she was crying again. It should have been him comforting her not his damn brother. Sam and Jenna had always had a close relationship at times it was many a subject to argue about and they did too. Bowing his head Dean gained on the pair, tossing his keys from his pocket to Sam then holding out his hand to Jenna. Her eyes all dewy and wet causing the gold specs to gleam more looked up at him. "What?" she blinked her eyes a couple of times. "I'll take the Mustang, Sammy will drive you back." he flatly said not even able to look her in the eyes as he took a glance down the corridor. As Jenna reached into her pocket to retrieve her keys she felt her heart break even more then already was.

"Your not driving me?" dropping the keys into his hand with an added sniffle. "No you'll be better off with Sam." He motioned to his younger brother with his hand. "Take care of her Sammy." Jenna watched as Dean made his way back out through the double doors. Sighing she looked towards Sam for some type of guidance the puppy eyes he showed her were filled with so much emotion it filled her heart. Nudging her arm gently Sam started to rise from his seat. "C'mon I'll take you home." Jenna knew this wasn't back to the salvage yard. The place had been burnt down weeks before by some leviathans. Nodding to Sam she gathered herself along with her emotions she was tired. Physically and mentally drained she didn't know what or how to do anything. It was this moment in time where she realised that she was truly on her own. Sam had explained that he and Dean will take care of Bobby's body, Jenna insisted that she be there for the burning to which the boys agreed.

Sam lead the way to the newly stolen care they had. A dirty brown Pontiac it was covered in that much rust you would have thought the doors were going to fall off. Opening the door for her Sam offered her a small smile, all that showed her was the compassion he was holding in. A light tap to her shoulder as she got was about to step into the car. Jenna stopped taking hold of Sam's hand. He'd always been close to her, maybe a little too close at one point but you could say he was like a younger brother. Although at times you'd think he was the over protecting big brother. Either way Jenna loved him in her own way. She gave his hand a small shake reassuring him that she would be fine as she stepped into the old car, closing the door quietly behind her. She watched Sam pass the front of the vehicle then her eyes caught sight of Dean speeding from the parking lot.

She didn't even know where to begin with him. So much had happened since the last time they had spoke, the memory of that night was still raw and whether Dean would admit it or not she knew she had hurt him. Burnt a part of him that she doubted would ever return. As she stared from the window watching the world drift by, Sam started to talk. "Did you have a long drive today Jen?" the nervous clearing of his throat said it all. Sam was uncomfortable, making small chit chat to kill the silence that was suffocating the air in the Pontiac. Passing him a small tired smile Jenna shook her head sadly. "Was only 40 minutes away, Guess it still wasn't close enough." releasing a sigh she looked a head of them. Her blue Mustang gleaming in the bright sun. From here she could see Dean placing his elbow against the window frame and rest his head upon his hand. "Is he gonna be okay?" Jenna looked towards the younger brother, Dean was starting to worry her. "He'll be fine Jena I've got him. He's more worried for you at the mo.." She cut him off. "He doesn't have to be, I'm fine. I'll be fine. I can take care of my self Sam." Sam only glanced at her shaking his head. He couldn't believe that even now she was behaving this way. "Like it or not Jenna he still cares." silence fell over the car as she puffed out some air to Sam's comment. "I can't do this right Sam, Stop pushing it please?" Her eyes begged him, told him that she really didn't want to talk about it. Sam never spoke another word. He just nodded his head and carried on the road behind his brother.

TBC…
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