Jenna's Story

Chapter 8

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 looked to her watch and sighed rubbing her hands together. 16.36 and he was still with her. Jenna could only frown at the sight of him making his way round the old remains and tossing chard black items into a rusted out dumpster. Crossing her arms over her chest she watched every motion and task that he set about. Her insides screaming for him to leave. She didn't want him here, this wasn't how today was meant to be. The plan was, wake up, summon Crowley and see who was at the bottom of this retched curse. Yet Dean Winchester once again wanted to play hero and come help her. Jenna pushed herself away from the scrap metal which she'd been leaning back on and made her way over to the busy Winchester. "Shouldn't you be off doing something….else?" She quizzed him. With a loud clang Dean dropped the items he had been holding onto the chard out floor, turning slowly to face her. The corner of her lips twitched with a hint of a smile at the sight of him. Charcoal smudges were flicked over his features and the afternoon sun reflected itself from his forehead. He looked good, very good but now wasn't the time or place to have those thoughts she chastised herself. She watched as Dean rubbed an arms across the sweat build up on his forehead slowly making his was over to where she was. He lent down near her feet picking up a fresh bottle of water from the cooler. He casually shrugged his shoulder with a classic Dean Winchester smile as he screwed the lid off the water taking in a much needed gulp of the liquid. "Try-in to get rid of me already Singer? Thought it would have at least taken you a day to get all bitchy on my ass." His face clearly satisfied with his remark as he replaced the lid on the bottle. All Jenna could do was roll her eyes, turning her head to freely look at him. "You know what I mean." She wasn't going to rise to his own bitchy comments. Not yet at least. Tiredly she faced him more. Motioning at the waste ground that was now around them. "This here, isn't where you should be Dean…" Jenna wiped a hand down her face taking a weary sigh. "Your needed more out there then here… With me."

It was true he was. Dean shouldn't have been here with her doing this clean up mission which she was on. He was needed for more pressing matters. The Leviathans were starting to become a problem with Dick Roman right at its very core. These beings had some obvious plan up their sleeve but what it was still remained a mystery to the Winchesters and if anyone could stop this it would be Dean and Sam. If only she could get that through his thick skull. Jenna eyed Dean with an encouraging look hoping he would give in and just go and find that son of a bitch but as she looked at Dean he just raised a single shoulder at her in a somewhat shrug blowing a huff of air from his lungs. "Am I?" Again he lifted the water bottle, unscrewing the cap and guzzling down a hefty throat-full before looking her over again and walking back to his task of cleaning. Jenna frowned as she watched him. To her it was obvious that Dean was burying himself in a task that could take his mind away from everything. The stuff he had going on with Sam.. Whatever that may be. The feeling he was harbouring about Bobby's death. Jenna wondered if this was to become his safe place? A place where he could just be himself with no worries. Only time would tell with that.

The sun had long gone down over the salvage yard when Jenna returned back with some take out pizza's. As she entered the creaking remains of her old childhood home she found it to be empty. Frowning she looked around not seeing the elder Winchester anywhere. "Dean?" She called out to him taking another step into the chard house. A light caught her attention, it was coming from the cellar. Somehow the old staircase to it had survived the fire and as she gained it she could just make out a low light as soft shadows of movement stretched upon the walls. She smiled, knowing that it would be Dean who would be found down here. He boots clunked on the solid wooden steps as she headed downwards. Once there she found that it was the old demon proofed bunker where the light had been coming from. She stood in the salt and iron doorway watching as Dean went about the place with battery powered lanterns and candles. Laughing lightly Jenna ducked her head and entered into the area. The painted devils trap was still clearly to be seen. She stood there with a small smile. " Well this is cute." She remarked and placed her free hand upon her hip. Turning slowly to look around once she'd placed the pizza boxes on to the old cot bed that still stood. The place smelt of old fire, tar and something else which she just couldn't place. Looking pleased with himself Dean shrugged his shoulder while reaching for the pizza boxes and taking out a slice. Slowly Jenna walked into the centre and looked up at the extractor fan come devils traps on the ceiling. "I can't believe this place survived." She commented, her tone low and detracted from the situation. Turning her head she found that Dean had placed a hand to her elbow and motioned his head towards the food. "You need to eat." He flatly stated then took a seat on the creaking cot. Jenna joined him taking a slice of the food for herself.

They ate and talked late into the night. She found it quite refreshing not having to think about what she was to do or even how she should act around Dean. There was still some awkward tension between the two but she just kept pushing it to the back of her mind. For the most part Jenna just listened. It would seem that Dean had a lot to get off his chest, mostly about Sam and how it turned out that he didn't have a soul once he was out of the cage. The cogs in her head worked overtime as it now all made sense to her. His behaviour during that time was so erratic it certainly scared her and she had told him so during their time. Jenna's ears seemed to prick up when Dean mentioned Crowley. She lent forward placing her elbows down on her knees. "I thought Crowley was just a crossroads demon?" Dean nodded to her and took a long swig from a cold bottle of beer. "He was. Till we locked Luci in his box." Dean rubbed a hand over his face and yawned. "He's the so called king of hell now." He shrugged nonchalantly. Jenna looked away and bit at her lower lip. She held her own bottle between her hands and picked a little at its label. "What is it?" She heard him say. Their eyes met and she swallowed the churning feeling she was getting in the pit of her stomach. She frowned shaking her head as she abruptly stood collecting their used pizza boxes. "Nothing why?" Turning her head to glance over her shoulder. Cocking his head Dean saw the change in her straight away. He stood to follow her as he watched her sudden erratic actions. "Jen?" He spoke as his eyes followed her. Frowning he followed her. "Jenna?" His voice a little louder this time till she stopped. "What's wrong?" He questioned, it was clear that something was wrong. Just from the way she was holding herself. The stiff shoulders, the way she was trying to suddenly tidy up. Making his way round her side he seized her hands in his. Automatically Jenna stopped what she doing. All she could do was look up to Dean and inwardly curse herself for the slow intake of air which she produced as she gazed up at him. The words seemed to come out more abruptly then she wanted them too. "I'm okay. Just the thought of this guy out there sits uneasy with me." She shook her head slowly hoping that he wouldn't probe further.

Really what could she say to that? dad told me to contact a demon called Crowley about a curse I have me. Which might I add you know nothing about and it's the reason why I had to run from you. Even as her brain processed those thoughts it just sounded stupid. Dean released his hands on her and stepped back slowly. Finally she was able to breath in the much needed air that she had been holding. "We're working on it." speaking as he ran a hand into his hair. His voice held acid in it as he spoke. Her heart went out to him. The obvious pain and stress of the past year clearly laying on his shoulders. She frowned, tilting her head to one side unable to find the words she was looking for. "Listen, Dean. Its been a long day so.." She trailed off hoping to make it clear that he should leave. Nodding his head he obeyed her silent command and left. Stopping just short of the door and placing a hand on its frame. "Don't forget to lay some salt." She said and nodded to the large bag or rock salt he had gathered from his trunk. "I won't." She meekly said as she watched him leave.

The clock on her cell glowed green reading 03:15. Jenna wiped a shaking hand over her sweaty face. Her breathing was irregular and her eyes fought the blackness that was all around. She bunched her knees up to her chest and attempted to steady her breathing. Gathering herself she stood and walked over to the door frame claiming it with her hand. Her legs felt weak as she swallowed the bile that has risen to her throat. The images she saw in her dream were still raw, the screaming and all the blood, her body laying there bleeding out onto the floor and she knew why'd she had them. She had spent the day with Dean. It was the only reason. Yet her symptoms seemed to have been wakened faster then they usually did. When her and Dean had first got together the nightmares and visions didn't start till at least 6 months into their relationship. She didn't understand when it had suddenly shortened that time. Using the back of her wrist she wiped away the sweat that lay over the top of her lip, she needed air and she needed it now. The crunching of gravel made her freeze, her eyes followed the sound as she poked her head out from the singed doorframe. The first thing she was to notice were to black leather shoes, tracking her vision up the suited legs till it lay upon his face.

The man stood there, hands in his pockets and an indescribable smirk on his lips causing Jenna to swallow and step back into the building. Scrambling quickly, her hands fell upon her gun. With panted breaths she turned and aimed her weapon towards this strange man who was now standing in her doorway. "Who are you?" She quizzed him as her jaw set tightly. he smiled as he walked into the wreckage of a house causing a shiver to run down her spine. Canting his head at her as he approached. "Put the gun away Jenna." he stated, raising his hand and causing the gun to fly helplessly across the room. Stumbling at the speed Jenna took a few steps back her hand held out as she braced herself ready to fight if she needed to. "I said who are you!?" She practically shouted. Her voice trembled as she carried on backing herself away from him till there was no where else to go as he back connected with the wall. "You've been thinking about me." He tisked his tongue and shook his head. The British accent he held was thick and clear as he still smiled to her taking another step closer to her. Frowning her brows she couldn't grasp her thoughts as she pondered who this man was. Her features finally relaxing as it dawned on her. "Crowley…" She breathed out.

To be continued...