Disclaimer ~ I don't own Supernatural or their characters. The only character i own is Jenna Karen Singer.


The shouting could be heard from the other side of the bunker. Dean yelling at Jenna and her screaming back. Sam winced at the volume yet he had his suspicions it would come to this. Over the last three weeks Dean seemed to have given up with finding a cure, Crowley had tracked down Cain with Jenna's help and all of them including Castiel went there. The look on Deans face after he'd killed Cain was enough to break any hardened soul. Several times Sam had spoke in an attempt to get his brother to drop the first blade only for Dean to stare with dead eyes at him. Until Jenna put herself in Dean's line of vision. "Put the blade down, Dean." She said as she approached him. She took a step towards him and their eyes met. No words were spoken and all three men looked at each other somewhat alarmed. "Dean?" She said taking another step. The mistake she made was taking his wrist which held the blade in her hand. She could feel his anger as his hand shook slightly but without warning the back of his hand connected heavily with her face, sending her flying to the floor. "No!" He yelled and walked towards her ready to strike her again should she try and take the blade. Sam scrambled to Jenna's aid complete and utter shock written across his face as he picked her up from the dirty floor of the barn. "Dean. Put the fucking blade down!" The Younger Winchester snapped which seemed to release Dean from whatever hold the blade had. Appalled at what he'd done, Dean had gone to rush up to her but castiel had pulled him away. "Jen, Jen I'm sorry…. I didn't mean to…" The way she looked at him had changed, it was fear he saw in her eyes when she looked at him. "Don't touch me, Dean." Anxiety gripped her inside as he went towards her. She only relaxed once Sam had placed her in the passenger side of her own vehicle. Jenna watched as Sam spoke to the others. The blade was handed to Crowley, then the demon vanished quickly once it was in his possession. She licked her lips and could feel the iron thick taste from the blood caused by Dean's hit. "Son of a bitch." She swore under her breath as she wiped it away. She watched as Dean made his way around the drivers side of the Impala, the mournful look clearly upon his features as he sat with his head in his hands but once all three were back at the bunker she couldn't even look at him.

"Jen, please. Let me talk to you. I need to explain." Dean voices as he scurried around the table in the war room after her. "There's nothing to talk about Dean. Just drop it please." She couldn't bear to be around him. He wasn't the same anymore and it was obvious he'd gone too far. He'd lost control of himself back at the barn. "No Damn it! Fucking listen to me." He yelled causing both Jenna and Sam to flinch. Dean picked up a lamp from the table and threw it across the room shattering the glass shade. Her heart thumped heavily against the inside of her chest as she frowned at him. "And what if I say no, huh?" She lifted a brow at him and took a step towards the angry hunter. "You gonna hit me again Dean?" Her words stung him but he was infuriated with her. All he wanted to do was explain to her and all she could do was shoot down the very thought of his apology. Taking a small step towards them both. Sam didn't want to leave the pair. Jenna now had a frown and was leaning all her weight on her back leg. A stance he knew all to well as a fighting one. Dean's fists were clenched and his brother's neck seemed to be getting hotter the more he looked at the female hunter, his jaw muscle was twitching as he tried to keep in check his anger. "I said I'm sorry about that. You just have to believe me." He sighed heavily when she just continued to look at him. "That mark." She nodded to his arm. "And me are a bad combination. I should have finished you off when I was the marks executioner." She spat out from her lips but her last words were all that Dean needed to get his feet moving. He just had this underwhelming need to kill her. To strangle her till her very last breath had been drawn. He launched himself at her in a move which cause both her and Sam off guard and before she could even get a defensive block in place Dean had his hands around her throat and had body slammed her against a table. "Get off her Dean!" Sam shouted and tried to pull him off Jenna. Her hands flayed at his face and arms but she got no reprieve. Sam found himself pushed to the floor by his brother's new found strength. Something which Sam had never witnessed before. "You fucking killing her Dean!" Sam shouted as loud as he could to gain his brothers attention as he pulled at Dean's unmovable hands. God it hurt. The pressure that was round her throat was something she'd never experienced before it was truly scaring her. Her face was going red as she fought for breath. Like the switching of a light Dean's hands let go of her. He scurried away from her and put a hand against his mouth. "I... I don't know whats happening." He stuttered his words while he watched Sam tending to Jenna. The bruising clearly visible around her neck. "Go and cool off!" Sam verbalized and watched as his brother went. "He's lost his mind, Sam. We're all in danger." she coughed and wiped away some tears which had fallen.


Now in the garage two days later they were arguing. "For fuck sake Dean. I'm the number one target on your hit list. I can't be around you anymore!" She yelled throwing bags into the back of the Mustang. Dean on the other hand was taking them back out. "Jenna, I'm sorry. I'd never hurt you like that. You know that." He shouted back. "You said you were in this, all of us together. I can't fight this without you." He threw one of the bags down. Her nostrils flared with anger and her eyes were bright red from crying. She stormed up to him and pointed at her face. "See this?" She motioned to the swelling of her face along with the cut lip and bruising of her neck. "You did this cause you have no control over what the mark is doing to you. You have dreams where you've killed me or hunting me and it's only a matter of time before you actually do." She snatched the bag from his feet and threw it into the back seat again. "I have to leave for my own safety." She looked behind Dean at Sam who now stood there. "I'm sorry Sam." She said hastily. "Where are going to?" he said coming around the side of Dean. Causing her to look at him, puppy eyes and all. "Away, don't look for me, don't track me. I can't be around this shit storm." She shook her head and opened the car door. "That's right, just run off. It's what your good at!" Dean spat out with a forked tongue, bringing with it the memories of when she first walked out on him, he'd never let her live that down. Turning on his heels he walking away kicking a trash can out te way as he went. Jenna and Sam made eye contact and she sighed. "I'm sorry Sam. He's unhinged and I can't be around that, thinking one day it'll be me at the end of that blade." He understood what she was telling him and he'd be a lair if he'd thought otherwise. "Just look after yourself." He said. "Come find me if you ever find a cure it." She replied, her smile was forced as she got in the car. The engine rawered into life and steadily she drove off.

Her hands shook against the wheel as she drove, along with a growing pit of fear in her stomach. She'd walked away from him again, in all the years she'd known him she'd never once been scared of him. Yes they had fort, things smashed and thrown at one another and yes angry words had been said but physical aggression was never part of that. The first instance of it was when she had returned from the dead but she was never fully in control of that. The strange dreams Dean and herself seemed to have were out of place but they were also worrying that they were getting worse and more vivid by the day, on a few occasions Sam had to physically shake his brother awake and when Jenna was in the room nine times out of ten he would charge at her. After that, they all came to the conclusion that Dean and her shouldn't sleep in the same room. For Jenna it was as if she was seeing the future, the mark causing him to turn on the people he loved. The ringing of her cell disrupted her thoughts, picking it up she noted that it was Castiel. "Nothing you say will change my mind." She firmly stated to the angel as she drove. "Jenna think about what your doing. We can protect you from Dean." She sighed down the phone. "You know the mark and so do I. It's not gonna get any better Cas and no one can protect me from that." She felt like a stuck record. The line was silent for a moment. "But.." She cut him off. "If you say he's my soul mate I'll scream. "She got silence again. "Can I meet you somewhere? " like always she gave into the angels request and told him to meet her at a diner several miles from where she was at.

The Pit Stop diner was small yet cozy, as she entered she spotted the angel at the far end. His back straightening on seeing her. Jenna ordered a coffee from the women behind the counter who's name badge read Pearl. Then she slid herself into the booth. "Your face looks sore." The angel immediately said, raising his hand to clean her from her wounds. Jenna moved her head back from the angel not wanting him to touch her. "It's fine, Cas." She spoke and thanked the waitress for the coffee she put in front of her. "The boys are worried." He said causing Jenna to sigh and roll her eyes. "Sam thinks your going to do something." Their eyes met. "No, I'm leaving because we can't control the mark and neither can any of you." She was angry, angry at Dean. Angry at the world. If truth be told all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and vanish from the crap world she was living. "But Dean needs you." He guilted her, Castiels eyes pleaded with her to stay but she couldn't give in. She'd made her mind up. "Cas, there's obviously still some residual anger in Dean about me coming back as an executioner. He has dreams where he's killing me or chasing me down. I've had the same dreams and they frighten the shit outta me. Cause one day, if I stayed. I know that would happen." She took a sip of her coffee and wrapped her hands around the mug. It was clear from her words that he wasn't going to be able to stop her and really he couldn't blame her. "Crowley has the blade and has taken it somewhere, hidden from Dean." He tried to convince her. Jenna shook her head. "Doesn't matter." She wasn't convinced by him. "Then what are you going to do?" The angel leant against the table as he listened. "One of dad's contacts has found me a job, I'm gonna try and be normal for once in my life." a half hearted smile passed her lips. "No one's to track me Cas." She glared at him. "Including you, I told Sam the same." The angel comprehended this and he knew what the brother's were like when it came to loved ones. "I love Dean, with all my heart. I…. He just scares me too much now." She frowned and drank the rest of her coffee. Castiel relaxed back into the fake leather chair and frowned at her. "There's something different. You seem different." Their eyes met and Jenna looked confused. "I'm fine, guess I'm just making the right choice for once." She waved her hand at the waitress and took out some money to pay for her coffee. "I think Metatron knows more then he's saying." Castiel spoke causing Jenna to scoff. "Doesn't he always?" She was still bitter over him bringing her back and who could really blame her? "I plan to break him out of heaven. If we fix Dean I'll be in touch." Castiel said as she silently nodded at him. Everything was one big shit mess but she had to get away. She knew it'd be her on the end of that blade if she stayed. She watched as the angel stood and began walking around the booth. He paused for a moment and looked at her. "Be careful, Jenna." he said sincerely. "You too Cas." she quietly replied and looking out of the window.

Jenna sat silently behind the wheel of the car. She didn't want music she wanted to hear the rumble of the Mustang as it powered down the asphalt. Michigan was 5 hours away and right now that was her focus. Settle into a life away from hunting and from the Winchesters. She knew it was going to be hard but it was something which had to be done. Glancing down at herself for a moment she removed one of her free hands and placed it protectively over her stomach.