Jenna's Story

Part 6

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 day had finally begun and Jenna really didn't want to go through this but she had no choice. Dean was gone when she emerged from her room fully dressed in dark jeans and a dark top to match. This was a funeral but some sort of suit didn't seem fitting for there would be no minister, no churches and no extended family. Standing in the doorway of her room she watched as Sam busied himself with packing items to take for the journey. Walking around to the kitchen area she noticed his laptop was open. Pausing over it she took a look at what he had been researching. Dick Roman. The name stung and bit deep with in her. Jenna knew this was the monster who had killed her father. Taking a deep breath she closed down the lid on the silver laptop and took a seat at the table. "You think you'll get him?" Her voice was a quiet question as she laid her arms on the table before her taking a look at the younger Winchester. Sam looked up from his task and flipped some hair from his face. It was clear from his expression that he wasn't holding out much hope. "He's strong Jen and we currently have no idea how to kill them." He clenched his jaw and looked down into his bag as if he was trying to find something. Jenna cleared her throat as her fingers tapped nervously on the table. "Where's your brother?" She knew the answer to the question but anything was better then this uncomfortable silence that was lingering between them. Once again Jenna found herself cursing in her head. She felt blame for most of the brothers distance between one another. Giving a pained expression Sam pulled one of the chairs free and sat down next to her. "He's gone to get Bobby, I said we'd meet him back at the salvage yard." Biting down on her lip Jenna nodded completely unaware of the lonely tear that fell from one of her brown eyes till it fell upon the table below her arms. Attentively Sam reached out, almost automatically as he wiped her cheek, everything seemed to be a robotic move as she sighed into his hand. They didn't have to speak, both were comfortable enough to be this way around each other and it was these times when Sam tended to have his flash backs. They were rare but when he did have them they would always have Jenna involved some how. Whether it was her sat in the car talking about some case or her laying naked in his bed.

Most of his Soulless time was spent with her till he stepped over the line. They had travelled the country together doing different case's. Jenna had stayed with him through out for two reason's. one being that she was worried for him. Sam was different in many ways and the couldn't give a shit attitude he carried around was something of a turn on and second. It also made her feel closer to Dean and if she couldn't be with him then she would feel comforted by the next best thing…. His brother. Often Sam would wonder what it would have been like if she had chosen him over his brother. Jenna had certainly filled the void he had during that time in his life and he was sure if it hadn't been for her then would have gone down a very dark path probably never to return. Though he would never admit that to his brother but there was a hint of jealousy in what his brother had with the young women. His mind drew back into reality by the sound of her clearing her throat. "Sorry" he apologised almost immediately as he pulled his hand away. Her big eyes looked up at him, they once sparkled with life and promise but now. Well now they were just dull, numb almost. She had lost her world. Sam watched as she shook her head at him. "Its fine Sam." Her voice almost breaking as she fumbled in her rear pocket pulling out the envelope she had been given only the day before. Laying the item on the table Jenna exhaled and ran her hand into her hair. "I'm scared to open it." She said snaking her finger over the writing on its front before picking it up and tearing the top off. Straightening himself Sam wasn't sure what to expect from the letter. This was Bobby, the man who had built a demon protected panic room in his basement without the knowledge of anyone. A cold shiver travelled down Sam's back as he remembered the time he had spent there. Chained to the small cot like bed in his soulless state with the voices of Jenna and Dean echoing through the door as they fought on the other side. Drawing his eyes back to the task in hand Sam watched as Jenna unfolded the paper and sprawled it out on the table taking a deep breath she began to read it out loud.

Sweetheart, if your reading this then it means that something has happened to me. You already know what I want doing with my body. A hunters send off. Let Sam and Dean do the heavy work there, I'm not having my little girl do this on her own. The salvage yard is yours the paperwork should be with you in a few days from now.

Now… a serious talk. I've known for some time about the demon you've been trying to tack down. There is only one person who you should ask about this matter. His name is Crowley and I know you know of him. One more thing. You should tell Dean that poor boy is stuck in limbo.

I'll be seeing you again princess and please don't cry for me. I am so proud of you and don't be letting anyone tell you we meet again …. Dad. x

By the time Jenna had read the final line she was unable to speak, tears had clouded her vision then she remembered Sam was sat next to her. Quickly she folded the paper back up and stuffed it back into its envelope, with a sniffle of her nose she crammed it into her back pocket. Her eyes met with Sam as she sadly smiled to him. Sam's brows furrowed with concern and compassion for her. He knew this was a struggle for her, to be in this environment with both him and Dean. Contemplating the movement before he made it, Sam gently placed his large hand over her small one. The corners of his lips twitched a little as he saw how small and delicate her pale hands were compared to his. "Jen, revenge doesn't solve everything you know?" He put the question out there, unsure of what her reaction would be. Jenna could be feisty at the best of times, actually the more he thought about it you could have said she was the female version of his brother.

He saw her take a large breath of air in, wiping her free hand over her nose and through her hair. He eyes bore into him as she removed her hand from under his. Jenna cleared her throat in the way she always did when she didn't want to talk about something and got up from the table. "I think we should be going Sam. Get your stuff together." Her voice was firm and strong. She had no idea how she was still holding it together at this point. In the ideal world she would have got the hell out of dodge never to return but she couldn't. Sam sighed quietly, lowering his head and wiping his hands down the thighs of his jeans before standing, grabbing the few bags and heading to the door.

Their journey was a silent one. Neither new what to say or even how to breach any subject that they were thinking of. Several times Jenna had glanced over to the drivers side only to see Sam shift in his seat uncomfortably under her eye. "You know Sam." She started. "You don't have to be so nervous of me." The tension was killing her. Her mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts and now to add into the mix was the letter her father had left her. Crowley, she knew who he was and part in the Winchester's and her own father's life he had been but why would he know about that demon? For now though she couldn't think about it. Now was about her dad and the Winchester's. for what felt like a life time Sam subtly turned his head towards her. "Jenna, I'm not nervous. Its just… Weird. All three of us being in the same room." Sam sighed running a hand over his face as he looked back to the asphalt . "It just feels like I'm suffocating. I just don't want to put a foot wrong." With a hint of a smile he shrugged his shoulders taking another look at her. Jenna knew he was right. Turning her head to look from the passenger side window. He voice was filled with pain and hurt as she replied. "I don't know how to make it right Sam. I'm about to burn my father, Dean clearly hates me…. And you?" she shook her head not wanting to look at him. "Anyone would think we're strangers." entwining her fingers on her lap, lowering her head. Sam knew what she was saying and she was right too. Nothing he could have said at that moment would have made any difference. Had they all come too far, carried too much baggage with them along the way? He wasn't sure, the one thing he was sure of was the fact that Dean and Jenna needed to make emends.

Dean still cared for her, loved her even but being as he always held his feelings close to his chest it was always hard to get it out of the man. These days Dean didn't really open up to Sam. Dean's trust was still broken towards the younger Winchester and it killed Sam inside. "Lets just deal with it one day at a time Jen." he kept it short, promising himself once again that he wouldn't interfere with his brothers relationship. This was something they both needed to sort out by themselves, yet something bugged him. What Bobby had said in his letter about letting Dean know the truth and how Crowley could help her. Sam wanted to know the answer's but he couldn't breach it now. For now they were here to deal with Bobby. The man who was like a second father to him and Dean. Sam looked towards Jenna as they grew closer to the salvage yard. Her eyes were sad as they looked back to his, clearly exhausted she was looking pale. It was as if the fight she held so close to her chest was just being slowly drained from her.

The large metal gates were open and the sign above it still read clearly that this was Singer salvage. Jenna released an audible sigh at the sight and closed her eyes tightly for a moment. As she opened her eyes she could see the sleek black pain work of the Impala that was parked round the back of the crumbling burnt out building that she once called home. She hadn't been here in over six months and seeing it now as it stood shocked her. The chard remains of her childhood. Her home. Frowning her eyes and clenching her jaw muscles anger set about her as Sam slowed her Mustang to a stop along side the Impala. Quicker then Sam expected her too, she tore the door open and stormed from the vehicle. Standing in front of the burnt out building Jenna felt the lump rise to her throat. Shaking her head slowly as she took in her surroundings, she was faintly aware of the presence of Dean behind her. The elder Winchester had heard her car come down the gravelled path. By the time he had got to there Sam was standing beside it and just nodded his head towards where she had gone. When Dean had found her she was just standing in the mess that was once her family home. Turning her head slowly behind her Jenna saw Dean standing there. His face emotionless. "Promise me you'll get him Dean." It was hard for her voice not to break at the sight of everything. She felt numb to the core. Sadly she lifted her head to now look at Dean who was standing beside her. Placing a supportive hand to the centre of her back Dean signed looking around the chard remains. "He's going down Jen. You have my word." He nodded his head silently at that. Slowly turning to exit the chard house Jenna muttered her thanks. She was now ready to say goodbye to the one true person she could always depend upon.

All three hunters stood silently as they watched the flames raw up over the cotton wrapped body of the older hunter. Harden faces said their own silent prayers to whoever would be listening. As the fire cracked Dean turned to face Jenna, concern written all over his features. Before he could say anything she spoke. "I'll be fine Dean." Sniffling a little and wiping her hand over her face. "I want you to ride with us for a little while." He basically told her rather then asked. Wide eyed she looked up at him, just shaking her head. "I can't Dean." Backing away she slowly walked back to her car and seated herself upon its hood. Closely behind her was Dean, lifting her eyes up to watch him approach she smiled heartbreakingly. His head was lowered as if he was watching where he was walking, hands placed firmly into his pockets. It was only when he stopped at her feet did then look up. The serious nature of what this conversation shall hole spilled across his features. "I don't want to leave you here. Its too dangerous." She could have laughed at that remark but the short snort in response was enough as she tilted her head to the side to look up at the older Winchester brother. "Dean.." She started. "If you haven't noticed, its always been dangerous." Her eyes were truthful and he knew it was always that way, but for Dean it was his way of protecting her. He wanted to be the one who kept her alive. Yet at that moment all he could was sigh at her. Turning his head away from her as he washed his left hand down her face. "You know what I'm talking about Jen." He looked at her again.

Jenna frowned. Why did he keep looking at her that way. She couldn't read what it was. Was it pity? Lust? Want? She just couldn't figure it out. All she knew is that it made her uncomfortable being under his stare that way. He stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. Resting a free hand over her still churning stomach she stilled her emotion full face, lifting her chin up as she clenched her teeth together. "I can't.." Her voice was breaking she could feel the gravel texture of it floating from her lips. "I wonna stay here, rebuild the place." She looked over to the remains of the house and closed her eyes when she heard Dean sigh. "I don't want to leave you Jen." Dean went to reach out to take her hand but he paused when she suddenly looked at him, frowning as she did so. "You have no choice Winchester. Its better you leave me here." Dean was left stunned at her next move. She slid herself from the car and pushed past him vanishing to the back of the house where Bobby's ashes would now be smouldering.