Jenna's Story

Part 4

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

The papers slipped from her hands at those words as she watched him enter back into the old shack of a house. Pushing his way past Dean, Sam had saw it all and right now he could see the look on Jenna's face. It was a mixture of pain and heartache. He reached her slowly unsure of what to do as he moved his head trying to gain her attention. "Jen?" He asked quietly. Clearly her eyes had started to well up yet she wouldn't acknowledge him standing there. Sam frowned his brows lightly touching his fingers to her hands. That was enough to bring her back, blinking her eyes rapidly she forced her emotions down as her eyes met with Sam's. "Sorry.. What Sam?" Sam's eyes dropped to the papers that lay on the floor next to her feet. Bending down he lifted them to his hands. "Are you ok?" He placed the papers on the hood of the Mustang turning himself round to look at her. Concern spread over his features.

Taking a deep lung filled breath Jenna looked to the darkening sky. In true Singer style she balanced her weight crossing her arms over her chest. Allowing a cracked smile to appear on her lips. "I'll be fine Sam." she reached round the younger Winchester to take the papers from the hood. "You don't have to worry about me." Before she could retrieve it Sam reached out and grabbed her arm. "Don't lie to me." His tone firm and true. Unable to make eye contact she just looked ahead of her. "I heard what he said and your probably hurting right now." she snorted in her defence yet still said nothing. "And obviously your pissed too." His hand relaxed on her wrist as he examined her features. Regardless of everything that had happened with the three of them Sam couldn't deny the fact that he was still attracted to Jenna. Unconsciously he rolled his thumb over her wrist. Her eyes followed his touch and travelled up his arm till it fell upon his face. She relaxed her stance as she looked him over. He'd changed, he wasn't the Sam who she knew back then. But even behind his Soulless character then he was still the Sam Winchester that she'd always known. Jenna was happy to have him in her life. Even if it was just the brother-in-law. Sighing she closed her eyes. "I should never have come back Sam." Her statement was dry but to the point. As she carried on. "I can feel the tension in the air between you two with me just being here." Turning herself she faced him more. Leaning her hip up against the wing of the car. "And don't tell me its not Sam. Our….. History isn't helping matters."

Before Sam could even give her an answer Jenna had released a sigh and strolled back to the shack. Leaning his head back Sam saw the first of the nights stars starting to appear. He sighed heavily roughly tugging a hand through his hair. He needed to give them room, space. Things needed to be said and they couldn't be said while he was still around. Shoving his hands deep into his pockets Sam took off for well needed walk.

Clicking the door quietly behind her Jenna watched as Dean quickly turned the TV over. She knew he'd been watching her and Sam through the window. He always watched them. An untrusting look in his eyes. And who could blame him? She certainly couldn't. Jenna walked past him making sure she was in his line of his vision as she dropped the divorce papers into the trash can. Joining him on the sofa she sat in silence. Her eyes staring at the empty space on her hand that once held a white gold wedding band. Minutes ticked by and she thought she would scream from the uncomfortable silence that had filled the dark room. Till he spoke. "You had an affair with my brother." Dean was unable to look at her. His hand fisted into a ball next to him even him just saying it built up the anger. "We weren't together then Dean." she countered it with. Bitterness spitting from her lips. She hated being cornered especially by Dean. "We were and still are married sweetheart." He lifted his elbow up and draped it over the back of the sofa turning himself so he could look at her. His throat tightened at the side profile she was giving him. Even with how angry he was with her right now he could quite easy have kiss her. Her eyes moved to look at him as her head followed. Gritting her teeth at the tone of his voice she could feel the anger rising within her. "Well I certainly didn't see you hurrying on back after Sam… After he.." She trailed off unable to say the words but Dean knew what she was getting at.

The night he had knocked on that door he so wished it had been Bobby's instead of Lisa's. He wished it had been her arms round him holding him tight. Comforting him for the loss of his brother, but it wasn't to be. Dean had made a promise to Sam and all Winchesters live up to their promise's it was as simple as that. Besides, two months before that was when she had left him. Waking early one morning just to find a note on her pillow with clear instructions not to follow her or get in touch. Bobby certainly made it clear to him. Dean would not be going anywhere near his little girl for a long time. "Give her time boy, She'll come around." They were the instructions given by the elder hunter and Dean had followed them. Only she never did come around. It didn't become real till the day she knocked on his motel door holding divorce papers. He couldn't go through with it. He didn't want to and was angry that she even wanted to. She cried and had told him that it wasn't him. There was nothing he did wrong. Yet Dean just couldn't understand why she was doing this. Not only to him but to her too. "You didn't want me Jen, What did you expect me to do?" His tone had relaxed now. Calm stared to flow through his facial expressions as he looked, watching her to see her reaction. Pinching the bridge of her nose she frowned lowering her head shaking it ever so slightly. She cleared her throat before she could even talk to him. "Dean?…its not that I didn't want you…. I just couldn't" Clearing the hair from her face to behind her ear she looked at her estranged husband. So much hurt hidden behind those green pools of eyes. "Why?" His response was simple. The question had always hung round him like a fly. Jenna just shook her head unable to find the answer. She couldn't tell him the real reason it would break him and anger him. "I get close and then I want to run…. that's it Dean." The muscles in his jaw tightened at that followed by a silent nodding. "…..Why Sam?" The Sudden shift in conversation threw her causing her eyes to automatically meet with his.

Abruptly she stood taking off towards the kitchen. She needed a drink, something strong. How the hell was she meant to explain this one? Jenna was not prepared for that question although something should have told her that it was coming, it had to have been. Grabbing a glass she unscrewed the lid from a bottle of Jim that was stood next to the sink. One of Bobby's favourites as she smiled for a second remembering. That smile was short lived as she watched a hand guide round her to cover the glass. "Don't shut me out here Jen. I need to know." Her eyes reluctantly met his as she sighed, turning herself around so her back was now against the work top. Either way what she was going say would break him in some form. "It…It was never planned Dean. It just happened." She moved some hair from her face nervously. "You were off playing house with Lisa and Dad.. Dad had said you shouldn't be told that Sam was back." She looked at him sadness written in her eyes as she thought about how cruel this must all sound to him. The day Sam had turned up on their doorstep it was clear that something was amiss. Bobby had, had his suspicions but never voiced it. The only thing that Sam and Bobby had asked of her was not to tell Dean. They wanted him happy. Hell Jenna had wanted him happy too yet some where deep within her the sting in her chest had grown. It was clear to her then that Dean wasn't coming back.

"He just wanted you to be happy… We all did." She lowered her head and played with her hands. Dean's jaw's muscles were working over time as he acknowledged all that was put before him. His mind still didn't want to believe that his wife and brother had, had some type of affair. But for now other answers would have to wait, Sam would be back soon. He had saw his younger brother walk off before knowing that he needed some time alone with his thoughts. The way he looked at Jenna, his movements towards her all spoke volumes to Dean about Sam's feelings towards her. "I think Sam loves you Jen.." He trailed off turning around and taking the glass that Jenna had got only moments before. Filling it up he went back to the sofa glass in hand. Leaving a stunned Jenna standing there.

Were those words true that Dean just spoke? She didn't want to believe it yet she could clearly see it in the younger Winchester. She would always turn to Sam with her problems and maybe that time she had spent with him was her way of being closer to Dean. Not like she would ever admit that to anyone. She couldn't. The moment Sam had came to the salvage yard looking for a car she knew it was trouble. Stepping into the car with him was even bigger trouble. She didn't regret it though not for one minute during those weeks she had been happy. Happier then she had been for a long time. Everything seemed far more simpler then. She seemed to get Sam and he got her too. Deep down she thrived off his soulless nature. It eased the pain she held for Dean and also took her wondering mind from him too. It was never for long though. Laying awake in bed at night was always when she thought of him. Memories brought back to life over and over again then the reality of things to come would be upon her again by the long muscular arm that come over her hips and held her tight. The arm was never Dean's though it was always Sam's and that she had to take comfort in.

Following Dean back to where he once again had seated himself she plainly said. "He doesn't Dean." Again she sat next to the elder Winchester. Silence fell between them as she passed him a look. Dean couldn't think, he was anger, hurt and most of all tired. It had been a long for them all and that last thing he wanted to start was an argument. The door clicking open caught Jenna's attention, her eyes looking up through her brown hair found Sam his hall silhouette peering from behind the wooden structure. "Is is safe to come in?" He found himself asking. To his surprise he found Dean waving his hand telling him it was all clear. They weren't about to kill each other for now it was all okay.

Downing the rest of the liquid from his glass Dean found himself standing and dusting his hands down on his jeans. He was going to get some order some order round here even if it killed him. "Right, Lets get some rest and in the morning you." He pointed at Jenna. "Will open that envelope and we'll find out what that crazy father of yours was up to." A small smile came over her lips as she nodded standing up from her place taking another look at Sam. "See you boys in the morning." Was all she could manage before heading into Bobby's room which she now occupied. Sam shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another. He was about to speak but Dean got there before him. "You take that spare room Sammy I'll take the sofa." Throwing an old blanket on top of the cushions. "Your wanting to make sure she's doesn't run again aren't you?" Sam asked while crossing the room. Rubbing the back of his head with his hand Dean sighed as he looked at his brother. "Do you blame me? I just wish she'd tell me what's going on Sam." Shaking his head Dean put his feet up getting ready to bed down for the night. His younger brother stood there for a moment his hand over the handle of his new found bedroom. "Just take it one day at a time Dean." He spoke softly before heading into his own room.

TBC…

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