Jenna's Story.
Part Two.
Disclaimer ~ I own nothing of the Characters used here other then the OC Jenna Singer. All rights go to WB, CW and Eric Kripke.
By the time they had reached the cabin it was dark. The car lights lit up the dirt gravel road with Dean pulling the Mustang up front first. Putting the car into neutral Sam turned to say something to Jenna but found her to be asleep. The day must have been harder on her then she said. Letting her sleep he stepped from the Pontiac to join Dean who was now leaning against the hood of the rusty car. "How long she been out for?" He asked nodding his head in the direction of the sleeping girl, Sam could hear the grievance in his brothers voice. Dean couldn't even look at his brother as he stared at the wooden shack that Bobby Singer had once dwelled in. Even seeing his Chevy sitting there pulled at his feelings. Sighing Sam took a look through the screen of the car as Jenna slept. "I'd say about half hour or so. She looks wiped." his attention going back to his older brother now. "And so do you." Shaking his head at his brother Dean approached the Pontiac clicking the passenger door open quietly as he went. He frowned as he looked at Jenna. She looked so small and peaceful sleeping he didn't want to wake her knowing that she probably hadn't slept for about 24 hours or so. Sam watched on as he saw the tenderness his brother was showing towards her. Only on few occasions had Sam seen Dean this way, small gentle movements towards her. Dean reached his arm round the back of her. He followed that with his other arm hooking under her legs as he pulled her freely from the car, nodding at Sam to shut the car door while he made his way up towards the door of the wooden shack.
While waiting for Sam to come open the door Jenna stirred in his arms, tucking herself into him more. It was a clear comfort movement, she felt secure and safe there that much was obvious. Quietly Sam unlocked the door and opened it, he watched as Dean carefully headed towards the one bedroom. The surroundings of the room still held marks of Bobby, some old t-shirts were scattered along the floor. An old book lay on the bed side table Sam could just make out the words on the old grainy book. 'Demons' It was typical of Bobby to have been reading something like that. A small smile appeared on his lips as he thought about the old hunter. standing in the doorway leaning his shoulder against the frame he watching his older brother tend to Jenna. Dean was soundless as he placed her onto the sheets, automatically she curled into a ball. Taking the checked blanket that sat on the end of the bed he rolled it up over her. Pausing as she mumbled something. Both her eyebrows furrowed at whatever it was she was dreaming about. Sam felt his heart break a little as he watched his brother delicately move a stray piece of her dark hair from her face.
Dean sighed moving a hand roughly down his face as he turned to see Sam standing there. The look on his younger brothers face said it all. Deans eyes met his for a moment as he spoke pushing past his him. "Just… don't Sammy." Dean found himself in the surrounds of the living area of the wooden shack shoving his feet up on the small table he watches as Sam followed him in having shut the door too on a sleeping Jenna. "Your gonna have to talk to her you know?" Sam spoke quietly as he handed a cold open beer to his brother. The elder Winchester just glared at him before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. "and tell her what Sam?" He raises both his eyebrows in a gesture. "She's made everything perfectly clear where she stands…Where we stand." He took several large chugs from the bottle then cradled it between both his hands. "So that's it?.. Your giving up?" If looks could kill, the way Dean was eying Sam would have him six foot under and the rest. There was no words to say and this was something that Dean didn't really want to talk about it especially with his brother. "There's nothing to say Sam.. Just drop it." Taking another large gulp from the bottle Dean rested his head back against the small sofa with a long drawn out sigh. Sam shook his head bowing it down, leaning his arms upon his legs. This whole situation sucked amazing balls. Bobby was gone, the Leviathans were still out there along with Dick Roman. He knew it wouldn't be long before Jenna set out for revenge and would want to hunt Dick down for herself, with or without their help. And then.. And there was Dean. Having Jenna back around him wouldn't help matters those two were like chalk and cheese, always fighting and bickering. Yet some how they managed to find each other during all that arguing. She was the one who calmed Dean, she was the one who stood up to him and the one to tell him how wrong he was but then again. He was the one to do that to her too.
Sam rested his arm on the table while looking out of the window thinking about everything that happened between the three of them and how that some how they all managed to end up in the same place. Even in death Bobby was the one who brought them all together and if he could all their thoughts round about now, he'd be rolling with laughter. Sam took a glance at his brother seeing him in the same position. Head tilted back, eyes closed. He knew he wasn't sleeping cause his fingers were doing a rhythmic tapping on the side of the bottle. "Hey.. I'm going to get some food, Jen's bound to be hungry when she wakes up." Standing he took the keys to the Impala from the table then opened the door waiting for his brother to reply. Dean didn't even open his eyes when he spoke and something cold in his voice hit Sam. "Always looking out for her huh Sammy?" the prang in Sam's chest hit home from Dean's words. He opened his mouth about to say something but thought better of it. It would have just caused yet another argument and Sam wasn't sure how many of those could handle at this moment. The same subject over and over again. So instead he left quietly shutting the door behind him. The moment he heard the car start up and leave Dean opened his eyes lifting his head to look at the partly open bedroom door. He wanted to wake her and talk to her about thing between them. He knew it wasn't really the right time, Bobby had only been dead a few hours and she was sure to kick his ass but he just couldn't get it out of his head that she'd signed her name as Singer when it should have been Winchester. Before he even realised it Dean was standing in the doorway looking at her. Watching the rise and fall of her back with each breath she took, he smiled thinking back to the times when he would wake next to her in the mornings. It was always the first sight he would see. Her bare back turned to him. Brown golden locks of hair flowing over the pillow. He shook his head at the thought a small smile joined it and Dean had to ask himself what had gone wrong? Why did she leave him? These were the questions that he wanted answered but he knew knowing Jenna she wouldn't tell him till it was too late to do so.
Leaving the door open he crossed back into the room to where he had just come from. He kicked his boots off and stretched out on the small sofa raising both his arms behind his head. As he closed his eyes he started to think about Bobby. The only man he ever looked up to was his father till Bobby came along and in retrospect where he had wanted to be just like John, he was his father and loved him but Bobby showed him what life was really like. He always knew that Bobby had a daughter with Karen he'd spoke about her often and the amount of pride he showed when talking about her was unmissable. He was fit to bust when he had told Dean over dinner one night that she had been to college and focused her studies around Demonology and that's what she did, not only was she also a hunter like her father but she was also a specialist in Demons. Yet both brothers had never met her, nor did they know how she looked. Bobby only ever had one picture of her out on show. There she sat looking about ten years of age. Under a tree with a book on her lap and wearing a flowery patterned dress. Her hair was slightly lighter then what it is now but still dark. "She looks like Karen only with out the blonde hair" Bobby had said once. And then one day she appeared into their lives, forever to change it. As Dean lay on the sofa he chuckled to himself about the first day he met Jenna and where it all began. For as long as he would live he wouldn't forget it. They were inbetween jobs and were looking for a little down time for a couple of days, Bobby's was the ideal place for that. Sam banged on the screen door a couple of time but it wasn't the old hunter who opened it, it was a women. Her arm held the door open just above her head. Brown hair scrunched up in a loose bun. Thin framed glasses were propped on top oh her head. Sam watched as she reached for her mouth retrieving the pencil she held in her teeth. Her eyes darted from one brother to the other. "Can I help you boys?" She asked sliding the pencil behind her ear. Sam looked at Dean with a questionable look as to who this women was. Dean's response was to give his brother a shrug of the shoulders shoving him slightly out of the way as he offered the young women his best smile. "We were actually expecting Bobby, but I have to say you're a far better welcome." his eyes glistened while he tried to charm her.
With a roll of her eyes and a half smile she cocked her head in Sam's direction. "So who should I say's calling for him?" She raised both her brows at Sam wanting for an instant reply. As Sam opened his mouth to speak Dean got in there first. "Dean.. I'm Dean. That's my brother Sam." he thumbed over to his younger brother who just now had an amused look about him. Jenna sighed leaning more into the door frame. Shielding the entrance, She had no idea who these two idiots were so there was no way in hell she was going to let them just stroll into the house. "Dean and Sam who?" She relaxed her weight onto one of her legs while she waited to be told their surname. "Winchester… Just tell him its Sam and Dean he knows us." Sam was quick to answer this time pushing his brother back from the doorway in a childish manner. The young women nodded her head as he arm dropped from the door. Turning on her heals she headed further into the house stopping just at the bottom of the stairs. "Dad!.. Some Winchesters are here to see ya." Dean's jaw dropped that surely wasn't what he was expecting. He looked at Sam with a yearning expression on his face for the girl who had gone into the house. Just mouthing the words "Dad?… That Jenna?" Sam glanced at his brother a smile slowly spreading across his face while he entered the house as the older hunter was shouting at them to come in. Once inside Dean saw where she was. Seated in Bobby's study at his desk. Several books laid out in front of her while her eyes darted down a page or two where she was taking notes. He couldn't take his eyes from her. Both Winchester made their way through the study and into the kitchen. "Boys." Bobby flatly said standing there with a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. The Winchester's attention was brought back to Bobby at hearing him refer to them. "Yer both met Jenna?" Bobby asked gesturing his hand towards the female hunter. Her eyes looked up to the three of them at the sound of her name being voiced. "Jen, this is Sam and Dean Winchester. Johns sons." Bobby stated nodding his head in the direction of the boys. Smiling she nodded her head at them, No words spoken as her smile appeared a little more. Their eyes met for the short moment and for him you could have said it was love at first sight though he would never admit it.
His first memory of her would haunt him forever. So much time had passed and Dean often wondered if things would ever be right between them. Both hearts had been broken after the inevitable had happened with Lucifer and Sam. Dean didn't want to think about that, he couldn't it was too painful for him. Even now just thinking about it made his blood boil a little. He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed heavily. they'd both fucked up down the line and he knew it, Jenna knew it but she was a stubborn ass and at times he hated her for that. She would never admit she was wrong and she would fight with him every step of the way. Guess that's why he fell for her, he wanted something that he feared he would never have.
Jenna rolled over on the bed and slowly woke to the familiar smell of her father. Still held tightly in her hand was the envelope the lawyer had given her. She never opened it once she got into the car and part of her didn't want to know what it said. Knowing Bobby it wouldn't just be about the salvage yard and his death arrangements. There was bound to be more to it then just that. Besides he had never even mentioned that he had a so called will. She fluttered her eyes open and sighed seeing where she was and wondered if it was Sam who brought her inside. Her vision focused on the door she could make out the sitting area then her eyes found the man who was laying on top of the Sofa. Dean. At first she thought he was sleeping till she heard him sigh and cross his arms over his chest. He looked deep in thought and every now and again he would crease his eyebrows. Folding her legs over the side of the bed she sat up. She caught sight of herself in the round mirror facing her and groaned inwardly from the sight. Jenna rubbed a hand over her face only to turn her attention back to Dean again. With a heavy sigh she knew it was now or never. At some point she would have to talk to him. Clear the air she thought as she stood up, straightened her cloths and messy hair then made her way to the door, folding Bobby's wishes into her back pocket.
TBC….
A big thank you for those welcomed views. I hope this second chapter lets you into a little of Dean and Jenna's back ground, believe me there is more to come.