Jenna's Story

Part 5

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

Why was everything bigger? The door's seemed to feel a lot larger then what she could remember, but right now that didn't seem to matter. Her heart was racing as she ran through the house heading to the one place where she thought she would be safe. Her two small hands reached over the brass door knob turning it as her frame rushed into the tiny closet space that was at the end of the hall. Crouching down into a small ball she raised her knees to her chest, covering her ears from the sound. She didn't like it. A growling, shrieking voice that she didn't recognise. Her fathers voice could be heard telling her to stay where she was and not to come out. She didn't dare move. Till realise that it had gone quiet.. Raising her tear stained face her big brown eyes tried to focus on the darkness of the door. A streak of light surrounded it. Slowly she crawled her way to the door knob trying quietly to click it open.

Blinking her eyes rapidly adjusting to the sudden change in light the small girl found herself alone. Making her way into the sitting room she froze in fright her father was face down. Dead she thought for a moment. "Daddy?" She spoke silently, her voice nothing but a shuddering cry, reaching her hand out she placed it on her fathers back. Relief swept through her as she felt the rhythmic thumping of his heart accompanied with a steady breathing pattern. The moment was caught short as she heard someone speak her name. The voice seemed familiar as she turned round to see the blonde hair women standing in the door way trapping her from escape. The women canted her head to one side, an evil smile laying across her lips. Eyes black as anything she had ever seen before.

Making her move the young girl rushed towards the kitchen hoping that she could make it to the back door before the blonde women. She slipped and skidded under the table only to find a hand gripping round her ankle and yanking her free from the table. Screaming she tried to kick her way free from the hold but the women was too strong. The small girl covered her face hoping that the monster would vanish only she didn't, instead the women grabbed at the girl, her hands tightly round her throat. The language the women spoke she had never heard of. "Quod ubi scriptum est amor et tu concludis, vasa ejus in sepulcro intacta iusta est.." She hissed at the young girl. Grappling for air the girl tried to claw her way free from the women's hold to no avail. Her little fists clenched as she thumped at the women. Suddenly the blonde women's hands released her. The girl coughed and spluttered, her eyes seeing the drops of blood that had sprayed onto her pretty dress. The tip of a bloodied knife protruded from the women's throat as her eyes rolled back to their normal brown color. Gargling on blood in her throat the women suddenly tilted her head back in an attempt to scream, releasing a think black cloud of smoke that seemed to float overhead before escaping from an open window.

The women's now lifeless body dropped sideways from the girl. As she cleared her vision rubbing her throat scampering into the corner of the kitchen she saw her father standing there. The knife slowly dropping from his hands. "Jenna?"…"Jenna?….Jen wake up." She rouse from the bed with a sharp intake of breath. Hands firmly round her shoulders supporting her sudden lurch forward. It was Dean his face full of concern for the young women. Jenna met his eyes only to look away wiping a hand over her face and pushing some of the tears away. "I'm okay." She spoke, her voice still raw with emotion. "What was it this time?" His voice showing concern for her as he questioned her. The response he got really wasn't what he was asking for. Pushing covers from her legs Jenna slid from the bed walking over to the small side board taking hold of the picture Bobby kept there of her mom, Karen. "The night mom was possessed." She spoke clearly still upset from it. Joining her where she stood Dean placed a supportive hand on the lower of her back taking a glance at the picture she was holding. "You look like her you know?" His eyes catching hers for a brief moment. Sniffling Jenna just nodded at him. "That Demon nearly killed me Dean." Placing the photo in its frame back down Jenna took a deep sigh trying to regain her composure. "Twice Jen, that demon tried to kill you twice." He had to remind her of that night cause he knew he would never forget it…..

Battered and bloodied Jenna found her way back to her motel room. Practically falling through the door she fell to her knees. Holding her side her face showed the obvious pain she was in. The palm of her hand sliding down the door to close it leaving a bloody streak in its wake. Her other hand was clutching at her side where the wound was, red liquid oozed from her fingers. Crawling along the dirty carpet she managed to get herself to the bathroom. Propping herself up against the cold tiles of the wall, not daring to see what was behind all the blood. Jenna cursed herself inwardly. That demon knew she was coming for him, he had waited for her. She'd been tracking the thing for the best part of a year unknown to the Winchester and to her father. She knew what they would have said to her and she knew they would have stopped her. But she had to be sure, be sure it was a curse that the Demon placed upon her head all those years ago. It was, all part of the plan, part of fate. She wasn't going to be stuck in the middle of a full scale war. It was a preventative. She was loosing blood fast and becoming weaker by the minute, if she was to make it she would have to call some one.

With a struggle she reached into her pocket taking out her cell phone. The object slipped from her weak hands twice as she tried to dial the number. She could feel that she was struggling for breath with each waking moment as she fought with her now blurring vision. She managed to hit the dial command before blacking out. Her body seemed lifeless as it slumped to the dirty bathroom floor. Her last memory of that moment was the sounds of Dean's voice through the speaker of her cell. It took them 20 minutes to track where the signal of her cell phone was coming from and by the time they reached the motel where she was staying they all feared the worse. Kicking the door down Bobby was the first to enter. His face dropping and pale with color as he saw the blooded stained carpet and door way. Pushing past him Dean hurried to the bathroom all the while cursing out loud and wishing that she was still alive. His heart dropped at what he saw, the amount of blood was unbelievable for such a small person. Skidding to his knees Dean was next to her in a matter of seconds not caring for the other two men. He could hear Sam pulling an anxious Bobby from the doorway and yelling at him to call 911. Cradling her face in his hands Dean spoke her name trying to hold the fear inside. "Jenna?… C'mon babe tell me your still with us?" He said lightly tapping her face. He took a deep breath and held it when there was no movement from the young girl. His hand shook with fear as he reached to feel a pulse it was only then that he released his breath finding it very light under his fingertips. Relief washed over him as he applied pressure to the area where she was bleeding from.

"I year I spent tracking it, you know?" She looked up at him, her brows knitted together not knowing what his response would be. It was the first time that she ever spoke about it since she woke up in that cold hospital room. She refused to talk about it just passing it off as a general hunt gone wrong and to make matters worse the curse was still upon her. Dean knew what she had been going after, he knew it still haunted her but telling Bobby would have broke him and Sam?.. Well Sam couldn't keep something like that to himself so no one knew it nor did she ever speak about it. Especially to her father the most painful part about it is that she never confessed to him. She knew Bobby would help and the day she had walked away from Dean was one of the most painful things she had ever done. Jenna knew death was creeping up on her she had seen it, dreamt about it. It was all signs. So getting away from the Winchester's was the best thing she could do at that 's brows raised in question. "A year?… Jen." He sighed running a hand over his face. "A damn year?!" His tone had rouse a decibel. "I had to." She snapped pushing past him to sit back on the bed. The elder Winchester stood over her folding his arms over his chest. "Why'd you have to?" That was question which he had always wanted to ask her. Jenna lifted her head to find his eyes. "That thing killed my mother because of me. I wanted it dead." Her voice was emotionless. Shaking his head Dean sat next to her. He sighed knowing he couldn't give her a lecture about that, after all most of his hunting life was spent on revenge over his mother's death and he understood that. "Listen, revenge is never the answer Jen. Look at dad? His obsession grew to ridiculous levels." Absently he rubbed a hand and down her back. "In the end its all the man gave two shits about." Jenna could see where this conversation was going and she wouldn't be part of it. It was the lecture she didn't want to hear and refused to hear. "I'm not your dad Dean." It bugged her that would compare the two of them. "The whole thing is different." Looking at him she shrugged her shoulder. "Is it?" he questioned her. "Then explain to me how it is?" she couldn't do it, she didn't know where to start.

How do you tell someone that all their destiny's were linked and because of that a curse was placed on her and that's why she walked out on him. In some strange way Jenna couldn't help but feel like she had led Dean on. Led him on into loving her? It wasn't always that way, she remembered the days when they hated one another and Sam's description of them both used to make her smile. "Sexual frustration" was all he ever used to call it. But back in reality here she was an orphan, Sat on a bed in a cabin which wasn't her home with her estranged husband seated next to her. "Because… Because I'm not obsessed about it Dean." His face took on a look of surprise and he huffed out a puff of air. "You sure could have fooled me Jen. At some stage that bastard is all you talked about." And it was true, to some degree she was obsessed, every major case she worked she tried to place that demon behind it. Dean laughed ironically. "That demon was the reason you studied Demonology for christ sake." Her total denial in it was starting to bug him but what bugged him more was her holding back from him. "Listen." He said standing up crossing him arms over his chest. "I know there's stuff your not telling me and I'd be lying by telling you that I'm okay with it. Cause honestly Jen? I'm not." Dean took a look through the bedroom door into the living area where he was sleeping and sighed. "But if you ever feel like telling me, you know where to find me." He spoke in a matter of fact as if she wasn't given a choice. Frankly didn't give a shit how it sounded, he would have been happy to grip her round her shoulders and shake her till she spoke what was really going on but this was Jenna she would flip if he did that and would most likely break his nose….. Again.

Jenna folded her hands over her lap and just nodded to him. Sleep still in her vision as she wearily smiled at him. One day she would tell him. She would tell him about the demon and the curse that hung over her head all because she fell in love with a Winchester, why she ran away and why she couldn't keep away. Dean Winchester certainly had some type of hold over, spiritually and emotionally whether it was fait she had no clue fact was that something always led them all back together.

Tomorrow was the day though. Taking a breath she spoke clearly to the elder Winchester brother. "We have a long day head of us tomorrow Dean. Go get some sleep." Jenna crawled back up to her bed as she saw Dean nod but he stopped in the frame of the doorway. "Your not alone in this Jen, just remember that." The emotion in his voice spoke volumes to her as she watched him exit her room. She sighed flopping herself down on the bed her mind working overtime as she thought about everything mainly about the next morning. For that would be her final goodbye to her father… her hero.

TBC…