Jenna's story chapter 9
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 blinked trying to take in the form of this man. Although it was dark she could just about make him out. "Crowley?" She asked again, even though she needed no conformation for who this person was. Jolted suddenly from the clapping this man was producing. "Well done love, you my dear got it in one." Waving his finger at her in an welcoming motion. Jenna almost wanted to snap it off. Her first instinct was to attack, it was the same with every demon she came across but with no weapons and literally stood there in her night attire she declined the idea. "what do you want?" She questioned the Brit, eyes never leaving him as she watched him now circle the open room. "Talk about your fix a upper." He stated clearly, wiping a along the chard remains of one of the door frames and looking around. All that Jenna could do was swallow. Her mind was just a jumbled mess and her mouth was dry. She doubted that she would even be able to talk if she wanted to, her mouth moved yet no sounds coming out. Crowley turned on his heals to look at her, taking a step forward. By this point Jenna had summoned the courage to step away from the wall. She prayed that her legs would hold her up. "So you and me need to have a talk. Word on the grape vine is that you have a little problem?" The demon folded his hands in front of him. "Little problem is that what you call it?" Cocking one of her brows at him in disgust. "You have the questions doll…. And well me?." His mouth parted to smile sending a chill through her whole body. The hairs standing up on their ends. "I've got all the answers."
Hugging her arms around herself Jenna found that she was pacing the room as the king demon just stood there. "I don't know where to begin." she spoke with a fractured voice. Right at that moment she suddenly felt like a little girl. Lost in a big adult world and the adult she was struggling with was no other then the king of hell. She inhaled through her nose and noticed that the British demon was just staring at her, waiting for her to continue. Clearing her throat she did. "What do you know about my curse." She got straight to the point. Screw it! If he strikes you down dead at that moment then so be it. It was good while it lasted. Her mind screamed at her. She paused for a moment and didn't get a response from the demon. "Don't fuck me about here. I know you something." Jenna practically barked it in his face causing Crowley to laugh half heartedly. "My you are feisty. Just as I was told." He began circling her. "Jenna Karen Singer, mothers maiden name of Jeffery." He paused for a few seconds to make sure he had got her attention and sure enough he had. Jenna spun around to glare at him. Her fist's tightening at her sides, eyes burning holes into him if it was possible. "I want that demons name Crowley." She growled at him. "Oh love, I'd love nothing more then to give you his name. Unfortunately, I can't." Smiling as he lifted his shoulders in shrug. She went to charge but found she couldn't move. The demon had pinned her to her spot there in the middle of what was once the study of her fathers. Her eyes stung at him as she watched. Crowley paused his circling as he came round the back of her, his mouth coming close to her ear. "Jenna.." He practically breathed it out rather then spoke it as his hand swept away some hair that covered her ear. "I can't because that demon is gone….. The moose saw to that." His voice grew louder as he reached the end of his sentence. Frowning Jenna's eyes tried to get him into her view.
The unknowing thought process of who this moose person was. It was clear to Crowley at this point that Jenna didn't have a single clue who he was talking about. He laughed low into her ear. "The youngest Winchester…. He killed that demon last year." Her mouth fell open as finally Crowley released his hold on her and Jenna was able to turn her head in his direction. "What?" The shock in her voice was clear. "Did… Did he know?" The words barely able to be heard as the pit of her stomach felt like it was falling. Crowley tipped his head as he patted her on the shoulder. "Don't be worrying your pretty little head. The giant didn't know it was him." Pinching the bridge of her nose Jenna sighed feeling defeated. It should have been her that killed him. She had spent practically her entire life tracking it to kill and what for? For Sam Winchester to have a soulless moment and get there before him. Life really wasn't fare but more to the point…. "Why have I still got this curse then?" He eyes suddenly meeting his only to be greeted with a grin. "In 1896 a Maria Jeffery found herself sat in a forest. Surrounded by the means for a summoning spell." His eyes met her and she swallowed. "You see… She had a dream, which scared the holy hell out of her." Once again the demon began to circle her. "She saw into the future, She saw you." He stopped to point his finger at her. Jenna looked away disgusted in him. "She saw with old Deanie boy but most of all she saw what could happen if you two became one." By this point the was behind her. Jenna clearing her voice held her head high as she found the courage to talk. "And if you've failed to notice, the apocalypse never happened Crowley…" She stopped talking when he spoke again. "And that's what you fail to understand Singer." His voice crowing into a devious growl. "You two can never be together, never. My existence alone depends on that." All she could do was shake her head. This made no sense.
"What do you mean?" She could straggle him. It was like trying to get blood from a stone. The man was cryptic and that was the ultimate understatement. "My dear." He sighed and coming round the front of her. "Your great grandmother was a psychic and in her dream she saw you… with Winchester." He stated flatly, using his thumb to point behind him. "She summoned a demon to place a curse upon your family in the hopes that one day. You." Pointing at her yet again. "Will never be able to be with Dean Winchester." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, his lips curling into that sickening smile. "But the demons dead, the curse should have ended with it." shaking her head as she tried to process this new found information. Crowley placed his hands behind his back and leant into her. "Not this one, love." The tone of his voice was cold as it crept up her spine, sending a shiver along its way. "and." He took a step forward invading her personally space as he freely gripped her upper arm. Jenna's instant reaction was to struggle as her other free hand automatically went to grip round his throat. She could hear Crowley laugh at this as he slammed her back into the wall. The air suddenly escaping from her lungs from the force. "The demon was the only one who could have stopped this. Looks like Moose failed you when he killed it…. Now your just stuck with it." He cocked his head at her in an almost pitiful way and her heart just sank. It was at this point where she could have just cried. "Why Dean?" She sat out, her teeth gripped together and her jaw tense. Crowley's hand travelled down her arm until he lay the palm of his hand upon her stomach. "Because sweet Jenna." He spoke deep into her ear as she frowned at him. "If you and Winchester procreate… Then it'll be the end for all of us. After all he was meant for Michael." Slowly she turned her head to face him. She could smell the scotch on his breath.
"You'd be harbouring something which could potentially end all demons, sending us all back to rot in the pit." Slowly he stepped away from her. Seeing her expression go from anger to something completely horrified. "The more you fall in love. The faster your death will happen" Stood there pinned against the wall she felt herself relax, once again having control over own body. Wiping a hand across her face and nearly chocking on the bile build up. She looked to where the demon was stood only to find him gone.
Her breath shook as she found herself sliding down the wall. Her eyes giving in and finally welling up releasing tears. Is what she was just told real? Did it happen the way Crowley said it did? After all demons do lie. She couldn't think straight, too many emotions and thoughts running their course. But one thing was for sure. She needed to speak to Sam. Needed to know if he remembered killing this demon and why did he even did it? Did Sam know and that's why he killed it? Jenna frowned at the thought as she wiped a hand angrily over her eyes. She wouldn't cry, she had promised herself that once upon time. She told herself that the day Sam had tried to kill her. That was when she ran. The freshness of that day was still raw and it was then that she came to the conclusion that Sam Winchester just wasn't himself. Jenna knew he would never do that to her. Yet outside that motel he had pinned her against the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around her throat squeezing as she flailed her arms at him in some desperate attempt to get him away from her. Shaking her head she wanted those images gone. Slowly she stood up and dragged a hand into her hair as she made her way back down the steps into the panic room. Checking her phone she found it to be 05.15.
Opening up her contacts on her cell, Jenna scrolled down to his name. It didn't matter what time it was. She didn't really care. Pausing for a few seconds she looked at his name before pressing it. She heard the it connect and the ring on the other end she waited. Groggily Sam reached over and fumbled with his hand on the bed side table. The tell tale sign of his cell ringing had woken him. He ruffled a hand through his hair as he sat up. Taking a moment to frown at the name which was flashing at him and before answering it he took a glance to see his older brother still sleeping. "Yeah?" His voice was filled with sleep as he blinked his eyes adjusting it to the fresh light as he flicked on the table lamp next to his bed. "Sam?" Her voice wavered on the other causing Sam to swing his legs round the side of the bed. "Jen?.. You alright?" He could hear movement on the other end as she was shuffling around the room getting herself dressed. Jenna sighed into the cell and sat down on the cot. "No… Can you come over." She leant over placing the palm of her hand to her forehead as she winced at the sound of her voice. "Urm.. Sure. Give me ten minutes." He said a little uneasy as he rouse from the bed and started to get dressed. "Thanks." It was all she said before the phone went dead.
To Be Continued...