Jenna's Story.

Part Three

Disclaimer ~ I own nothing of the Characters used here other then the OC Jenna Singer. All rights go to WB, CW and Eric Kripke.

She stood there watching over him. Leaning herself against the frame of the doorway before she stepped into the room. He looked so tired. It was as if he had aged over night and it was clear that the past year had ran its course over him. Right at that moment she wanted to stroll over to him and just embrace him. But she couldn't, doing that would mean that she was wrong and Jenna was far from admitting that she was wrong. She'd never admit to him that she needed him more then he would know, nor would she ever tell him how sorry she was, sorry meant saying you had made a mistake. This was her stubborn nature that on many occasions had raised its ugly head. She moved some hair behind her ear as she made her way past the couch where he lay. Taking a glance at the man in his fake sleep she found herself in the kitchen, taking a cold beer from the fridge. She stood and blankly stared from the window. Reaching into her back pocket she found Bobby's last will and testament. Tracing over the writing of his name she closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to open them again and find out what was written within the envelope. Inhaling deeply she tuck a long swig of the bottle freezing her movements as the bottle left her lips to find a hand reaching round her to be placed over the envelope. The hand she would recognise anywhere. It was Dean. He was up and stood right behind her. He body stiffened from the movement as she looked at him from the corner of her eye. Placing the bottle down on the work top. "Here's me thinking you were sleeping." she flatly stated at him not wanting to turn and make eye contact with the older Winchester brother. Dean drew out a long breath mixed with an emotionless laugh. "You knew I wasn't sleeping Jenna." Dean slipped the envelope closer to himself picking it up and took a step back from her. Finally giving her the much needed breathing space that she wanted. Turning herself around she was face to face with him refusing her eyes to make that basic contact with one another.

Flipping the envelope over in his fingers he held it up at her. "Not gonna open this?" he said referring to the will both his brows raised in some sort of challenge at her. Instantly she was offended by it. Snatching it from his fingers she rammed it into her pocket balancing herself against the work top with her hand. "For your information.. Winchester. I was waiting till Sam got back." her eyes fixed with his as she shot him down. His jaw tightened as he looked upon her. Nodding his head stiffly he just moved aside so she could pass. Dean couldn't help but slip in a sarcastic. "Sure you are sweetheart." His bitter words hit home with Jenna. Pausing in her steps while she was walking past him. She looked over her shoulder at him. "Don't do this now… Later but not now please." She flopped herself down on the old couch and played with the label on the bottle. "Scared that Sammy might come in?" He challenged her again. It was clear at this stage that Dean was up for some sort of fight and she wasn't going to give it to him, she couldn't. Glaring her eyes in his directions she just took another swig from the bottle, they both then heard the familiar sound of the Impala rolling up. A couple of minutes later Sam was walking into the old shake.

From both their expressions and the tension that filled the air it was clear that something was going down between the pair. The brown paper food bag that Sam held was slowly placed on to the table. His eyes darting from Jenna's to Dean's. "Did I interrupt something?" He was ready to walk out the house and leave the pair of them to battle out whatever it was that was starting. In his mind he faintly knew what it was. Its what it always was since the day he'd come back from the pit. For a whole year Sam hadn't contacted Dean. Letting him lead the life his older brother had always wanted. Sam had regular contact with Jenna and Bobby during that soulless time, maybe a little too much contact with Jenna but who was Dean to comment? He'd spent it with Lisa. But that was a whole different story.

"No Sam you didn't." Jenna looked at both brothers her eyes holding Dean's gaze for a fraction longer then she actually would like. Huffing his shoulders Dean gave his brother a stern look before vanishing back into the kitchen. Sam's brows creased as he made his way over to where Jenna was sat. Standing in front of her he held out a take out burger wrapped in its greasy packaging. "I thought you might be hungry?" Her eyes followed up to look at the younger Winchester. Smiling she took it from him. "Thanks Sam." She signed not really interested in eating but out of courtesy she took the burger from him. Seating himself opposite her Sam tried to smile. "I'm sorry Jen." He suddenly said. Jenna lifted her eyes to meet his face giving him a smile back. Tucking a little hair behind her ear she sighed turning to look at Dean who was facing out the back kitchen window, Chugging down a fresh beer. "Its alright Sam." Hot tears filled the back of her eyelids as she smiled again and placed a hand on Sam's knee. Clearing her throat she changed the subject.

"Have the hospital said when they'll release dad's body?" She rubbed a finger under her eyelid to keep any falling tears at bay. Biting into his own food Sam shook his head whilst he chewed. "No but I'll call them in the morning." He took another look at his brother. The tension hidden beneath Dean's cloths were visible for all to see. Sam wanted to make it all right. Wished he could change the past but he couldn't. The only things he could do were to deal with what had happened between them all. "I think you two should talk Jen." He flatly spoke. Jenna shook her head. She didn't want to talk about it. They all knew what had happened during Sam's first year free. At times she'd lay awake at night looking at her cell phone hoping that Dean would call even if it was just a "hello" anything. But all she got was silence. Several times she had called her fathers only for Dean to answer the phone. Her stomach churned every time she heard his voice causing her hand to hang up. "There's nothing to say anymore Sam. Plus the fact that your brother isn't signing the divorce papers isn't helping any." She rolled her hand into her hair as she watched Sam nod his head. "Still… you guys still need to clear the air. Its only gonna get worse Jen." He lowered his head to make eye contact with her. This caused Jenna to look away. She couldn't look at Sam. She knew he was right so all she could manage was a nod of her head. "I know." Her voice sombre and low.

The vibrating sound was what caught every ones attention. The cell phone vibrated along the table till its owner grabbed it. Placing her now nearly cold burger down Jenna reached for it, flipping it open. "hello?…. This is she?" The elder Winchester had now moved and had started to rummage inside the brown bag. Clearly he was only eavesdropping into the conversation that Jenna was having. He couldn't make out much just a lot of Hmms and arhhs. Sheepishly he looked at his younger brother who had now had sat back into his chair and was eating yet listening. Both brothers paused when she shut the phone. "Dad's body's ready to be released in the morning." She clearly stated sighing. Jenna pinched the bridge of her nose trying to gain some normality into her brain. Standing she took her jacket and walked out the door. Reaching the door frame it was Dean who now spoke. "Where you goin'?" Turning her head she looked directly at him. "I just need some air Dean." With that she left closing the door quietly and leaving the brothers quiet for the first time in the last 24 hours. Shaking his head Dean finally pulled out a burger from the bag, opening it straight away and taking a bite just as Sam spoke. "She gonna be ok out there on her own?" his concern was clearly written over his face. With both brows raising from the question Dean chewed down the burger and took a long swig of the beer before sitting down on the sofa. "She's probably just under the hood of the Mustang. Wouldn't worry too much Sammy." adding a shrug of his shoulders for effect. Looking over at the window Sam couldn't see her but he wasn't about to get up and walk over there. That would be adding fuel to the fire for Dean. "Go talk to her Dean." It wasn't a question just a basic statement. Sam knew they both needed to talk. Let off whatever steam was building towards them. Dean threw his burger down on the table at those words. "Your just gonna keep pushing this?" He sighed heavily and ran a hand into his hair as he looked at his younger brother. "Yes" That was all it took. Dean was putting his boots on and shrugging his jacket over his shoulders. Hell he was tired, they all were and in a way he would be glad when the night finally came they'd all sleep. "Fine" it was a flat statement as he pointed his finger to his brother.

There she was. As he had thought under the hood of her precious Mustang. The sun was setting and the gold and orange hues danced off the blue roof. Dean loved this car. Not as much as his baby the impala of course but the mustang was something else all together, she was a 1965 fastback,v8 4.7 litre dream machine. Dean smiled as he ran his hand lovingly from the trunk up over to her roof. Stopping at he got to the hood and taking a look into engine bay. "She's still going well." It was an obvious question but he needed an ice breaker. Her hair had fallen to both sides of her face as she fought with the talk wrench. Blowing the hair from her face to no avail she was forced to use her hand as she looked up to see Dean peering down on her. "Oil change every few thousand miles. that's what keeps her going." Her face was emotionless as she spoke looking up at him. She straightened to her full height wiping her hands on a greasy cloth. "Guess Sam sent you out here to talk?" Lifting one of her brows she took a look over Dean's shoulder just to see Sam try to hide himself behind the curtain. Lightly Dean let out a short laugh. Scratching the back of his head in an uncomfortable stance. "Yeah.. Said we need it." Shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't think they did.

Jenna closed the hood and wiped her hands once more and seated herself there. She leaned back on one hand as she looked up to the sky. "I don't even know where to begin Dean.." She trailed off as he came to join her not saying anything. "I screwed up." She took a deep breath. "Fucked up in an amazing way… Unforgivable way." Sorrow filled her eyes as she turned to look at him. Dean cleared his throat looking straight ahead unable to give her the eye contact she most wanted. He didn't know what to say. He didn't really know how he felt about everything. He knew he was to blame for some things but most of it? Most of it had been her fault yet she didn't realise. Or she did but chose to not take the blame. "He missed you, you know?" Subject change was better then anything he could offer at that point. Jenna looked surprised as he spoke about Bobby. "He made some reference to you daily, He was so proud Jen. No matter what." Only then did he look at her. Her features had softened as she allowed the tears to fall freely. She shook her head in disbelief as to what Dean had said. All he wanted to do was reach out to her. Hold her, comfort her just be close to her. But every time he thought of doing that imagines he didn't want to see came into his vision. The visions that made him angry and wanting to tear his brother apart no matter how close they are. Instead of reaching to her he just looked ahead again.

Jenna lowered her head to look at the floor kicking a few small rocks around the ground she sniffled quietly as she wiped her eyes. "Will you sign the papers Dean?" He couldn't believe she had asked him that. His mouth hung open as he watched her go round the side of the vehicle and pull out some papers. Jenna paused for a moment before moving back to the front of the Mustang. She placed the papers on the hood and looked at Dean. "Your serious?" His eyes were wide with disbelief as he pointed to the papers. Jenna nodded her head and added a simple "Yes. We need closure here Dean." she placed a hand on the hood. Dean noted the pen shaking in her fingers. He could feel anger building within him as he snatched the pen from her hand and took the papers. Half bending himself to sign them he stopped. He couldn't bring himself to do it. "No." His voice growled out. His eyes burnt into her. "No? What do you mean No?" She was shocked and angry. Why wouldn't he just sign the damn papers? "I mean No Jenna, I'm not signing them." Turning on his heals Dean headed back towards to cabin.

She grabbed the papers and rushed after him. "Why won't you sign them Dean?… God damn it Winchester!" She shouted after him causing him to pause. Jenna stopped a few paces behind him as he turned to her. Not taking a step closer to her. His face filled with much pain and anger as he forced the words forward that would stop her dead in her tracks. "Cause stupidly I still fucking love you Jenna!" He looked at her for a moment before vanishing back into the cabin. Leaving a stunned Jenna to just gape at the empty spot where he was standing clutching the papers tightly in her hands.

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