Jenna's Story.

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

Chapter 10

It had gone six in the morning by the time Sam arrived. The early sun was only just reaching into the depths of the salvage yard. On his drive here Sam had pondered what could possibly be wrong with Jenna, her voice sounded so disconnected, it worried him somewhat. He stood in the doorway of the protective cellar and leant his shoulder against the door frame. From there he could see the shadowed form of Jenna. Pacing the floor and repeatedly running her hand into her hair. This was something she did when she was angry, frustrated. With the clearing of his throat Jenna spun around to look at him. Her eyes glistened with tears yet her nostrils flaring told Sam that she wasn't about to cry. This meant she was mad. He had just stepped onto the iron chamber when she pounced on his. Her small fist connected with the side of his face causing something to crack. Sam wasn't sure if it was his face or her hand and if it was her hand it didn't seem to slow her down as he stumbled back against the salt covered wall. Another hand came from no where again connecting with his face. This time Sam could taste the acid tone of blood on his tongue. "You son of a bitch!" She yelled at him grabbing hold of the collar on his jacket and forcibly pushing her forearm across his broad chest.

Furrowing his brows in confusion Sam just stared in shock at her sudden outburst. "Jenna." He panted out unable to even say what he wanted to say as she pulled him back before slamming back into the wall. Sam had only seen Jenna this angry once before and it definitely wasn't pretty the first time around. "You fucking knew." She spat out. Her eyes wild as she stared him down. Sam faltered for a split second before bringing both his hands up in a defence manner. He took a deep breath calmly shaking his head. "I… I don't know what your talking about Jen. Calm down." Physically pushing her hands from him she stepped back turning away as she angrily dragged both her hands through her hair. "I am calm." she bit out. "Clearly." Sam huffed out, wiping the back of his hand over the side of his mouth. Tentatively taking a step towards the angered women his hand raised just over her shoulder. Pausing it just before touching her. "You knew and yet you never told me Sam…. Never." Her voice held a slight crack then stopped as she felt his hand upon her shoulder. Shrugging it off she practically growled as she spun around. Her head arching up to try and counter her small height compared to Sam. As she looked up at him the realisation slowly crept up to him yet he still didn't say a word. "Well?" She accused. Arms folded over her chest as she leant most of her weight against one foot.

"I….I…" He trailed off walking past her. Needing some space to allow his thoughts to process. "I don't know where to begin." He spoke quietly while turning towards her. "Try the beginning… Its usually a good place." She was in no mood to skip around the niceness. The biggest thing that she was living for had been taken away from her. Revenge was sweet so she was told but now that privilege had gone. Sam sighed disappointed at her tone. Of all the people around him, he always thought that Jenna would have been more understanding. Certainly more so then his brother but as she stood there in front of him in her exasperated state the similarities were a lot closer then he had thought. "Bobby had told me about the curse….. Before I took the jump." He looked at her hoping she would know what he meant. Placing her hands on her hips Jenna just stood there looking at him. Her face couldn't be read, no expression visible as she motioned with her hand for him to carry on. "When… When I came out… and we got…" He swallowed as he looked at her lifting a brow. "Closer." Jenna closed her eyes sighing heavily as she turned around. Unable to look at him as the memories from that time became fresh again. His touch, his smell…. His taste. "I don't understand." She spoke to him, only then turning back around to look at him again. "That's just it Jen." Sam took a step towards her causing Jenna to take a tentative step back. "The way I was back then." They both continued their ways Jenna moving back till she felt the wall on the other side of the room hit her back gently. "My whole existence was consumed with not caring who I hurt, who I killed or how I felt. To some extent I don't think I felt anything apart from one thing." At this point Sam was practically hovering over her.

She swallowed the lump in her throat as she faced up to him. "Which was?" Jenna forced herself to raise a brow even if right there she felt totally intimidated by him. "You." He simply stated causing her to look away automatically. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest and really didn't like the feel of it. Under Sam's scrutiny she couldn't make the eye contact which she so wanted to make. "It got under my skin that you wanted my brother more then me…. Even when you were with me." It was at those words that she turned her head to finally look at him. A look of confusion stared right back at him as her mouth dropped from the revelation. "It.." Was she could get out. Her eyes darting to anywhere around his face but his eyes as he cut off her sentence. "So the only way. I thought I would have you was if I killed the demon. Locking the curse onto you….Forever." The sad look on Sam's features said it all but Jenna just couldn't fight back against the aggression which was building itself inside her. A single eyebrow arched itself high upon her face as she just stared in disbelief. "You have got to be shitting me." She clearly spoke. "You allowed me for the best part of a year to still be looking for that demon. When all along you knew you had killed him. You knew…" She shoved both her hands against his chest pushing him away from her. She couldn't stand the thought of him being near her right now. She felt betrayed and cheated. Sam scuffled his feet against the floor with the force of the push. "I wasn't thinking back then Jenna." He openly stated, his eyes filled with sorrow for the pain he was putting her through. She huffed a sarcastic laugh as she shook her head insistently. "Oh clearly you were Sam. You knew exactly what you were doing…. The one thing you thought you couldn't feel was jealousy. Jealousy over my feelings towards Dean." She placed her hands on her hips as she looked at him. Sam's eyes darted from the floor to her face. "I wanted you to want me as much as you wanted Dean." He Jaw just clenched as he spoke. "But.. But. Jenna. I'll sort this out. I'll find a way to stop it all… You gotta believe me?"

Sam stood in front of her his hands open either side of him. He didn't know how she would respond, she looked so small and lost as she stood before him. Jenna drew her lower lip in against her teeth as she inhaled deeply while looking at him. What she said next took him by surprise. "And how do you feel now?" Her eyes looked like emotionless pits as she stared back at him. Wavering for a few moment Sam reluctantly gathered himself to take a few steps towards her. "I'm still jealous.." He trailed off. No longer wanting to delve deeper into it as he watched Jenna shake her head. She raised her hand slowly in a stop motion to him. "I can't do this Sam… I really can't. The more time I spend around your brother the shorter my lifespan is and now you give me this little revelation" Emotionally exhausted she flopped herself down on the edge of the single cot bed. Wringing her hand in her lap, a clear sign that she was worried. Sam slowly paced for a little while in front of her before choosing to take a seat on the chair near her. "I'm so fucking mad Sam.. I don't even know where to begin." She glared at him causing the younger Winchester to lower his head with shame. "I did a lot of things that I'm not proud of back then, Jen. Letting you come hunting with me was one of them." Jenna just turned her face away from him. Her hurt and anger finally caving in to allow a few tears to fall. Noticing this Sam moved his chair closer to her, placing his hand over hers. "I'm sorry I did that. Sorry I killed that demon before you could…. And sorry we got closer then we should have." She turned back to him, her eyes seething with resentment. Resentment for the hunter who she had actually grown quite fond of. She felt nothing but betrayal and heartache as she looked at Sam.

Jenna stood and started to pace the floor just as she had when Sam had joined her. As she turned to pace the other way she walked straight into the young Winchester. Sam had stood and was approaching her but suddenly stopped in his tracks when she bumped into him. Her eyes wildly looked up at him, a small crease was formed between her brows as she craned her neck up. Absently Sam took hold of her arms. His strong hands gripped her near her shoulders. "Let me fix this Jenna?… Please?" He practically pleaded. Causing Jenna to clench her jaw and shake her head. Her mind raced with too many thoughts, too many feelings she couldn't get any words out even if she had wanted to. Sam's hand gently lifted and wiped away a stray hair from her face. His soft fingers brushed against her cheek, she sighed closing her eyes for few seconds before realising that he was a little too close to her. Frowning she harshly pushed Sam away. "Don't you do that." Her voice gave a warning as she pointed at him. "Don't you.. Dare Sam!" raising her tone somewhat. "I.. I didn't mean to." Sam stepped back and quickly repeating himself. "I can fix it.. Let me." She couldn't even look at him as she just walked past him, only for her to pause when he spoke again. "Just give me time Jenna and I will sort it." Turning her head to back into the room at him she let go of a breath. "You'll have to make it fast Sam… As I ain't got a lot of time." Her head dropped as she slowly departed the confines of the cellar.

She sat there on the hood of some vehicle which was no longer recognisable as Sam stepped down the steps to the remaining house. Placing his hands in his pockets he looked down at his feet for several seconds. "What did you mean back there Jen about time?" He looked up at her flicking some of his tousled hair from his view. As she lifted her eyes to look at him Sam could swear he heard his heart break a little. It was clear that the fight in her was slowing down and he feared that there was nothing he could do to help. "The nightmares have started again. And I swear the I'm seeing things…. Little things." She scratched her neck and drew her arms more around herself in a protective manner. "I can feel the cold breath of death on my neck Sam." She just looked up at him. "There's only so much running from your brother I can do…. And I'm tired." Sighing she rubbed a hand on the back of her neck and slid herself from the hood of the car. Turning her body to look up at him. "If you cared anything about me then you'd help me here." She accused. Sam frowned cause he knew that he did care for her. Probably a little bit more then she should have. There was just something about Jenna that he wanted for himself. Not for Dean. Dean didn't deserve her. But what made him think that he had any right to her? Any right to even say that he was more deserved. He had always felt a connection towards her. From the first day they had met but Jenna was instantly drawn to his older brother. Maybe it was that curse. The prophecy she had on her. He didn't really know, he just knew that at times it was frustrating to see. Then when he had arrived back from the lock box with Lucifer his jealousy had taken on a new level. Jenna was finally wanting him and he loved that. Her pain for not being with Dean, he loved to see cause he knew it would be his arms that would try and take that so called pain away from her.

Seeing her standing there before him right now though. All he felt was sorrow. Fear clearly being held in her eyes as she glanced around the yard. Sam wanted to reach out and hold her. Tell her that everything would be okay and that he would fix his mistakes. His mistake in taking that demon away from her. From the moment Bobby had let it slip he knew he had to find it and kill it. It was a selfish act. He was fully aware of that but right at this moment he regretted his actions. The look Jenna sent his way every time she glanced at him was filled with so much loathing. It broke him and he knew he would have to make it up to her and his brother. If Dean was ever to find out… "Are you going to tell him Jen?" He asked nervously. Shuffling his feet a little. Shaking her head as she placed her hands into her back pockets looking at him. "Where would I even start Sam?.. And don't tell me he has a right to know. I'm fully aware of that." She practically spat the last end of the sentence out at him.

"Your gonna help me sort this out without Dean finding out Sam. You owe me that much." Her finger jutted out, Jenna once again finding herself angry at the younger Winchester. "And.. That Crowley dude. We're gonna need his help. He knows more then he's letting on." She nodded confidentially and drew her hand into her hair once again as worry took over her. "Dean will start asking questions. He has a right to be told Jenna." A set of confused looks crossing his face as he looked at her. Signing Sam drew his hands up and placed them on his hips lowering his head a little as he did. "Leave Dean to me." She sternly told the younger Winchester. About to open his mouth again Sam froze as his cell phone started to ring. Jenna's eyes went large as she looked at him. A mental pleading with him went on for a few seconds before he reached into his pocket and retrieved his cell. "Hey Dean…" Was all Jenna heard as she slowly trailed back into the house.

To Be Continued...