"Mark. Connie. What happened?!"
Jen called out, confused and worried.

Mark stood at Jen's side now, taking hold of her hand, but Connie spoke up and answered before he could:
"Castiel vanished, and it seemed like something was hurting him."

"I knew I felt something strange." Jen replied.

"What do you mean?" Mark wondered.

"I don't know exactly, but as he was using his power on me, I sensed something was going after him. Wait a sec...! It's all MY fault! What if this was some form of punishment for what he just did?"

Mark shook his head, "No. Don't blame yourself, Jen. It's not your fault. We'll figure this out, you just focus on resting up okay? We'll get him back somehow."
Connie grabbed Mark's arm suddenly and started pulling him along out the door, "Excuse us Jen, sorry."

Once out of the bedroom, Connie pulled the door shut behind them and spoke in a low tone, not wanting Jen to overhear and get upset, "Mark, what are we going to do? Our best chance at beating Henry is gone."

Mark frowned back at his cousin, feeling a bit insulted now,
"Oh, thank you, Connie. I'm glad you have such faith in me."

"No, no..." Connie sighed, "it's just... you know what I mean. Castiel had special powers."

Before Mark could respond again, the door opened and Jen cut into the conversation.
She had obviously been eavesdropping, "Connie's right, Mark. Castiel had an advantage over Henry. He saved my life back at the club."

"Jen, what are you doing? You're supposed to be resting-"
Mark began, but Jen cut him off:
"It's strange. I feel amazing."

"But you're supposed to be resting. Castiel told us it was going to leave you drained."
He added. Jen just shrugged. She wasn't sure how to explain it, but she felt rested and strong.
Had Castiel done something different?

"Well, it's great that you feel recovered, but we should probably still be careful and keep a good eye on you. Just in case."
Connie told her with a smile.

"Yes." Mark nodded in agreement.

"I know. I understand." Jen nodded as she now brushed past them and seemed to wander around aimlessly.
Something was different. She could feel it. But what?

Mark followed her curiously as she began to circle the living room.
She wasn't saying a word either, which now had him concerned,
"Jen? What are you doing?"

She spun around to face him, but did not answer the question,
"Where's the nearest church?"

"Um, there's one about eight miles south from here. Why do you ask?"

"I have to try to fix things. This is my fault. I'm sure that whatever hurt Castiel and took him away was a result of my decision. I have to go pray. I have to try to apologize. He didn't deserve to be punished because of me..." Jen explained, full of guilt.

"Jen, listen... it's NOT your-" Mark began, but she then cut him off:
"It'd make me feel better."

He sighed in defeat, "Okay. If it helps you to feel better, we'll go tomorrow."

Jen nodded, silent.
But tomorrow wouldn't be good enough for her.
She'd have to make her own plans. Mark just didn't understand.

At around midnight that night, Jen peeked out from her bedroom door.
The house was dark and quiet since everyone had gone to bed just an hour before. Mark was asleep on the couch because he had been letting Connie use his room. Jen crept past him, watching him the entire time and hoped to not wake him up. When she reached the front door, she carefully grabbed the truck keys that were hanging up on a nail in the wall. Before leaving, she whispered, "I'm sorry".

Jen's guilt over Castiel was eating her up.
She had to do this alone. It had been her decision alone, after all.
And stealing Mark's truck like this was, of course, not helping her feel any better about things... but she had to get to that church. She had to try and fix this, if it was possible.

XXX

It would only take about ten minutes for Jen to arrive at the church and despite it being after midnight, there appeared to be some lights on inside, bot no cars around. There wasn't even a parking lot, so she pulled off of the road to park in the grass and walk. On her way to the entrance, Jen paused when she heard a twig-snapping sound in the distance, but as she looked all around her, there was nothing. Feeling a bit spooked, she rushed in now.

Henry was watching from afar, grinning.
"Well, this ought to be fun."
It had been his initial plan to deal with Connie first, but he'd take what he could get.
He approached the entrance, but stopped a few feet away as he remembered the last time he stepped foot in one of these places:

Flashback: It was on a Sunday, the week of his upcoming death at the age of 12. Him and his parents came together, minus Connie and Mark. Connie was still in the hospital recovering from the attempted murder, and Mark had refused to join them, so Wallace and Susan sent him to see Alice Davenport again. Henry became pretty physically ill from the moment they entered the church. He tried to brush it off and ignore it, which worked a little bit at first but as time went on, he could no longer fight. Susan glanced over at her son ten minutes into the service and noticed his face was almost ghost-white. "Henry?" Susan whispered, "Are you feeling alright?". She then elbowed Wallace lightly to get his attention, "Hun, I think Henry's sick." Henry looked up at them and shook his head, giving a small sweet smile, "I'll be okay, Mom and Dad, just need to run to the restroom real quick. Don't worry." He stood and excused himself, leaving as calmly as possible until he was out of sight. Once his parents could no longer see him, he bolted toward the restroom and immediately collapsed in from of a toilet and let it all out. It was honestly the hardest he'd ever remembered puking in his life. He'd also sat there shaking for at least ten minutes afterwards. End flashback.

Henry stared at the entrance, eyes narrowed. He certainly wasn't going to risk dealing with that shit again. Luckily, he'd brought reinforcements, and as he walked around to the side of the building now, one of his hands went into a pocket.

Inside, Jen had taken a seat in the first pew and closed her eyes as she brought her hands together in prayer, "Dear God, I pray for your forgiveness for my recent decision. And please forgive Castiel. He doesn't deserve to be punished. Punish ME, not him. Please. Don't punish him for my choice..."

Then suddenly, a voice shouted from outside and Jen's eyes shot open as she recognized it to be Henry.
"GRENADE!" he had shouted. And five seconds later, one came crashing through a beautiful stained glass window that had depicted a guardian angel, landing just a few feet away from where Jen sat. "Shit!" She gasped and ran for the back exit as fast as she could. She had almost made it out, but it wasn't quick enough. The grenade exploded after four seconds and brought most of the church crashing down around AND on top of her. She survived, but was pinned down by pieces of the ceiling that had fallen on her back, and both of her legs now felt broken. Jen was trapped, helpless.

Once the smoke cleared a bit and the debris was finished falling, Henry entered what was left of the building and found Jen not too far away, "Oooh, that's gotta hurt." He taunted.

"You..son of..a bitch." Jen spat, her voice full of hatred and agonizing pain.

Henry just smirked and began pulling the church pieces off of her quietly.

"What are you doing...?" She asked.

No answer.

Once he was done, he placed a foot under her at the abdomen and pushed her over onto her back.
Jen winced and a small whimper escaped her lips.

Henry then crouched down until her was on top of her, now straddling her at the waist, "This was just as easy as taking care of the precious angel."
Her eyes widened. So it was HIM!
And she responded by swinging a fist up toward his face, but he quickly caught her by the wrist and wrapped his free hand around her throat, "Now, now... that's not nice, darling."

Jen gasped as his grip tightened and began to cut her air supply. Panic set in and she started trying to squirm despite her broken legs. Her free hand clawed at his arm and tried to pull his hand off her throat, but it was useless as she began to get weaker.

Henry leaned in, his face just inches from hers, staring into her terrified eyes,
"What a beautiful thing... life slipping away... draining."

Her fight weakened even more and he smirked,
"Say hello to my parents for me."

Everything then went dark for Jen, her arms going limp as her eyes closed.
Her body now lay lifeless.
He won.

For a moment after he let go, Henry remained on top of Jen and stared. He felt so high and smiled in pleasure.
Finally, another life taken by his own two hands.
After getting back up on his feet, he contemplated what to do with the body. Dump it in a lake? Ditch it deep in the woods for wild animals to feed? Both were tempting, but wait - an even better idea - he'd leave her by the road. Surely Mark and Connie would be out in search of her. What a great way to torture them.

Henry laughed as he lifted Jen by the arms and drug her away from the demolished church and toward the road.
Once there, he didn't just drop her, he threw her down at the edge and grinned as he marched off - victorious. And whistling in delight.