Jenna's Story.
Part 7.
Disclaimer ~ I own nothing of the Characters used here other then the OC Jenna Singer. All rights go to WB, CW and Eric Kripke.
Her eyes were more or less slits when she finally opened them. The sunlight was a haze through the condensation that had built up on the inside of her car windows. With a groan she rouse up on the back seat and wiped a hand down the side window. Blinking her eyes several times Jenna saw that the Winchester's had left. Getting out of the car she stretched with a yawn and rolling her stiff neck Jenna found herself walking further into the Salvage yard. There she had the quietness that she so wanted. She needed time to think, to figure things out. She couldn't see into the future but she knew her future would be a dangerous one. Since being around Dean again her dreams had returned and they started how they always did. First came the images of her mother's death and the demon cursing her. She knew soon enough that the hallucinations would start and this is what she feared the most. She always remembered her father telling her about Dean's hallucinations before he went to hell. Her's were pretty much the same only her demise wouldn't come at the hands of hell hounds her's would be a slow maddening one. She wouldn't die straight away she would slowly lose her mind, no doubt live in an asylum till the demon thought it was the right time to end it for her and her heart would just stop. Just thinking about it drove goose bumps up her arms and around her neck. This isn't what she wanted and she hated the fact that she drives Dean away every time, but what was she meant to do? Tell him everything and explain why she left him. She didn't even stay around to see the apocalypse. The distress and anger it caused Dean. The only thing she did see where the after effects… Sam.
Lost in thought Jenna found herself staring at the old workshop area of the yard. This was where she first came across Sam after the whole Satan thing had gone down. It had been about three months after Sam locked the devil himself into that grounded box. She knew Dean had tried to move on thinking that he had lost his brother and from what Bobby had told her, he was shacked up with some yoga teacher and her kid. Just thinking about that created a pit in her stomach but she had made her choice as stubborn as she was and that choice didn't include Dean. The brown Pontiac's hood was open as she reached inside its huge engine bay. Jenna could feel the heat radiating from the metal frame work. Even though the sun had long been covered by greying clouds it was clear a storm was on its way. Her ears caught motion behind her as feet walked along the gravel, not thinking much of it Jenna just continued her removing of the sparkplugs. It was only when the person stopped next to her did she bring herself up from under the hood speaking as she went. "sorry man, we're clo…." The final words being cut from her voice as she saw no other then Sam Winchester standing there. His figure seemed to tower over her small frame as he looked down at her. Hands in his pockets with that trade mark Winchester smile. "Well I'll be damned." was all she could muster. Her smile grew to match his, quickly wiping her hands on an old cloth and stuffing it onto her back pocket.
"Hey Jen." It was all her said. Before she knew it Sam had gripped her and brought her into a strong, firm hug but there seemed to be something different about this. Something she just couldn't quite place. Still it didn't matter to her she was just happy that he had come here. Pulling away from him Jenna quickly closed the hood of the Pontiac and seated herself on its brown metal edge. "Not like I ain't happy to see you or anything Sam, but what brings you here?" Her smile was soft and unthreatening as she crossed her arms and looked up to the younger Winchester brother. In a somewhat uncomfortable manner Sam shuffled his feet. Taking a small glance around the yard and the car which Jenna sat on. Raising his hand into his hair Sam smiled, something hidden beneath it which Jenna couldn't place. "I'm actually after a car. Bobby told me to come get one if I ever needed one." His left shoulder lifted in a careless manner of a shrug. Her smile brightened as she rouse quickly and patted the hood of the Pontiac behind her. "Have this one." She brightly spoke. "She's all done now. Just needed a clean up." Jenna tilted her head off to one side. Questioning in her head what it was that was making her slightly uncomfortable being around Sam. It was as if his aura had changed. the way he stood, smiled, hell he even smelt different and not in a good way that was for sure. "You got a job lined up or something'." She quizzed him. Something was definitely off.
Sams shoulders turned ridged with at her tone of voice and questioning. This sudden cocky attitude just seemed to filter from him. Slyly he turned his head to look at her. "You could say that. I've had word that some god's been summoned on a fruit orchid." Sam simply said. She flinched at the roll of thunder in the darkening sky just after Sam had spoken. Her gut instinct was telling her that something was wrong. It all didn't seem right. Running her hand round the base of her neck Jenna drew her lower lip in as she was thinking, nodding several times before rising herself from the hood. "I'll come with you." She said tilting her head up to look at the younger Winchester. The side smile that Sam gave was enough confirmation for her to say that he wasn't right. Sam's eyes scanned over her oil covered form as the sky let out another raw of thunder this depositing sever drops or rain. His look was making her feel slightly uncomfortable, she shifted under his look till he drew it away to once again look freely at the Pontiac. "You've got 10 minutes to get some stuff together." Gathering himself Sam walked around getting into the drivers said.
Nine hours they had both worked this case and so far had come up with nothing. Jenna was starting to think this was some false alarm. Either that of they'd been set up. During the hours that had passed her it was becoming more and more obvious that this was no longer the geeky go lucky Sam Winchester which she first laid eyes on all those years ago. Of course people change but this Sam. This Sam was something totally different. He'd killed two key witnesses into this so called harvest god. Jenna was still trying to wrap her head around that. It seem to have happened so fast, one minute he was talking to them. The next they had a 9mm bullet running into their head, with Sam casually walking away as if he'd just picked up the paper. Then there were the lewd comments, leering looks and subtle touches. Like when they were in the car, both had changed into FBI suits. Jenna stupidly had donned a pencil skirt which chose to ride up over her knees once she was sat in the car. Pulling at the sides of the material in frustration she was suddenly taken un aware by Sam's hand. From no where he reached out grabbing her wrist tightly and letting his index finger glide along the smooth skin of her thigh. He'd complimented her on how it suited her and how she should leave it alone. The memory made her shudder.
Her eyes were drawn to where Sam was now standing. His flashlight in his hand as they both went about this old barn. Old apple crates were laying around the dusty floor. Benches covered with years and years of grime lined the inside of the building. Jenna sighed and drew her hand into her hair. This was a dead end. Placing her own flashlight down Jenna leaned herself against one of the work tops. Her eyes seemed to follow Sam and his movements as she frowned looking at him. He moved differently she was sure of it. Noticing that she had stopped her search Sam halted himself spinning around on his heels to look at her. He tilted his head as he brushed some of his locks always from his face. "Liking what you see there Jen?" lifting up a single brow at his own comment to her. Once again the younger Winchester had made it possible for her to be uncomfortable by suddenly closing the gap between them. Raising her chin to look up at him, Jenna matched his facial expression by raising her own brow. "More like trying to work out what I'm seeing." The tisking of Sam's tongue seemed to startle her. Waving his finger from left to right he was certainly intimidating her not only with his size compared to her but the seriousness of the nature which was suddenly upon.
"Little Jenna Singer. Really, what is there to work out?" Sam hovered over her trapping her between his body and the work surface with his hands either side. Silently swallowing Jenna wouldn't allow to be scared by this man. It was Sam Winchester and she knew him like the back of her hand. She glanced at both his hands before looking up at him. Her head tilting with curiosity and her brows in a slight frown. "What happened to you down there Sam?" She heard the audible sigh make its way from his nose as she continued to look up at him. It was clear from that moment that Sam was ignoring the question, yet his features seemed to soften as he scrutinised her. Lifting his left hand Sam swept some stray hair from her face as his eyes screamed puppy dog at her. "Dean's a fool to have let you go." His words seemed genuine and Jenna full out was believing them. "If it was me I would have chased you to the end of the earth and back." All she could do was look away at that comment and actually question what he was saying. Why didn't Dean try harder then he had? She had always wanted a white knight so come along and sweep her of her feet and at this precise moment that so called knight would be Sam. She closed her eyes lightly as she felt a large hand gently lift her chin and direct her face up towards his.
Her eyes were moist and her inner voice yelling at her to tell Sam everything about the curse and the demon. Everything. Yet she didn't, all she was feeling was this unbelievable pull to the younger Winchester as much as this was wrong she just couldn't help the urge. Then she found herself answering him. "I hid myself well from him." even with her voice quiet she felt the need to defend herself and to defend Dean. Cockily smiling up at Sam it was soon short lived as he started to shake his head at her finding that it was him who now held the cock sure smile. "You don't get it Jen.." He continued to shake his head. "Dean never even tried." With those words she felt the tension in her shoulders leave her. She suddenly felt deflated with what he had said. Blinking several time with a confused movement from her head she couldn't quite believe it. Did Dean never look for her? Is that why it felt so easy to run from him? The only answer in her head which made sense was yes. "He… He didn't even try to find me?" She could barely get her words out and now her anger was about to boil over. Her nostrils flared and jaw clenched, she wanted to beat Dean Winchester into a fine pulp. Fidgeting a hand around her neck frowned not even letting Sam answer her when she uttered "Son of a bitch." Under her breath. "I'm sorry." She heard him then say. Jenna found herself looking at Sam, his soft eyes crying out to her as he took one of her hands. Looking back on it now his eyes weren't soft at all. No they were cunning. Sam Winchester knew exactly what he was doing at that moment. He knew what he was doing as he lowered his head towards hers and lightly kissed her lips. He knew what he was doing when he whispered "Sorry." again close to her mouth as one of his hands encircled the back of her head, diving into her hair. Yet she also knew what she was doing by returning that kiss the moment she felt his hand. The urgency and hungry kiss that followed was not only the comfort she craved for but also deep down some type of payback towards Dean for never trying to come find her. For not wanting her like Sam wanted her right now.
Jenna took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she remembered that moment. Back then it was something she craved for. A careless obsession regarding Sam Winchester. She was drawn to him physically as well as emotionally and looking back at it now she felt nothing but guilt for that time. Sam wasn't himself and she knew that yet she wasn't herself and Sam had certainly known that. He had played on her weaknesses. Her weakness being Dean, his older brother, the guy who had been nothing but like a father to him and he had betrayed him. To her, Sam was something which she needed. A way of release, a way of forgetting. Someone who she felt would protect her and literally keep the Demons at bay. As she stared blankly at that old workshop with all its memories Jenna suddenly became aware of the fact that she wasn't alone anymore. The crunching of gravel made her turn around abruptly. Her whole body ready to fight whoever maybe lurking behind her. She relaxed body once she became witness to who was walking up to her. Whether she wanted to admit it or not she was happy for see him even if she wouldn't let it show.
Dean walked bowlegged towards her carrying two take out coffee's in their polystyrene containers. "Thought you'd might be wanting breakfast." He suggested, lifting up one of the containers and handing it to her. Taking a step forwards she smiled. "Thanks." she spoke as she reached out and took the container from him. Their eyes met for the shortest time as Jenna felt Dean's fingers graze along hers. Lifting the lid on the coffee she took a small sip while her eyes fell onto the salvage yard. She couldn't look towards the elder Winchester, her stomach wouldn't allow it. Churning every time she looked at him or even touched and she hated that. She always hated not being in control of her own mind and body. Clearing her throat and taking another sip of the coffee she noted that Dean was now stood next to her. "Thought you were leaving Winchester." again her eyes never left the scrapped cars and twisted metal. Jenna felt Dean smile as he side stepped around the back of her, only pausing to answer. "This time I ain't letting you outta my sight Singer." She turned her head to him in time see him head towards the burnt out remains of the house.