Jenna's Story.

Chapter 11

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

Lifting her head, Jenna stared up under her lashes at the black Impala which was rolling in her direction across the gravel of the salvage yard. It had been two days since she had seen the older Winchester. Sending him a message the night before which eagerly Dean had replied, offering to come up and help her with her own car the following morning. And there is was. Distraction number one gave Sam some time to find some clues about her curse. There was always a way of breaking them right? She flared her nostrils and sighed when she thought about this mess. She was still pissed at Sam for what he did but even if it was her who had killed that demon she'd still be stuck with the damn thing hanging over her head. What actually irritated her more was the reason why he killed it in the first place.. Jealousy? Spite? Whatever it was bugged her to no end. Yet still more questions she had for the younger Winchester but they'd have to wait for now.

The sound of gravel crunching underfoot alerted her to Deans presence stopping her thoughts in full flow. "It looks threaded." He spoke, the usual subdued tone caused her to stop mid twist of the wrench. Looking up she found him there idly standing with his hands casually in the front pockets of his jeans. She was sure her heart had shuddered to a stop for a few seconds before kick starting her brain again. Taking a quick breath and gathering herself, Jenna pushed herself up and away from under the open hood giving him a comical glare she just passed him the wrench. "Be my guest, Winchester." she easily spoke and moved around him causing the elder Winchester to give her a crooked smile in return. Her face light up with a smile as he ducked his head under the hood. That was one thing she could never deny. Dean Winchester still had the ability to make her feel like a love sick teenager. Chuckling lightly Jenna leant back on the against the side of the car allowing Dean to work his magic. "Your alternator's shot. you know?" He spoke with a slight strain in his voice as he was reaching inside the engine with both hands now. "I know. Been meaning to get that sorted but she gave up the ghost last night." Jenna spoke as she reached into the cooler next to her feet retrieving two beer. Standing to her full height she was met with Dean's angry looking eyes. She frowned a little. "What?" she said confused causing the elder Winchester to just shake his head and practically snatch one of the cold beers from her hand. "Your unbelievable that's what." He pointed the bottle towards her before taking a large gulp.

"You've got to be more careful then that Jen." he scolded her. She blew air from her nose before taking a large gulp of the beer herself. "I'm all grown up Dean. Think I can take care of myself by now." Quirking a single brow at him. Putting the beer down Dean sighed and tucked his head back inside the engine bay. "Oh I'm fully aware of that." The comment was short but Jenna could pick up the subtle hint of fire with in its meaning. She lowered her bottle and just sighed as she watched him work. "Lets not do this again please?" She kept her eyes trained on him. "We need to move on from this Dean." Turning slightly so her hip now rested against the blue Mustang. A few grunts and clunking later Dean pulled free the damaged part and tossed it to the ground. "Okay, fine. You don't want to do this no? Jen you never want to do this." Shaking his head as he lent down retrieving the newer part and opening it gaining access to it. "Tell me this? What is you plan? What you doing with all this? Are you staying or you gonna run again?" His expression firm with both brows raised as he turned himself around again and leant into the engine bay. She was stuck between a rock and hard place with that comment. What was she really meant to say? Burrowing her eyes into her hand before taking another gulp from the now slightly warming bottle. "I haven't decided yet." There was no excuse she could use. Or more so think of. "I want to re build the house." She looked over the remains of the building with a sad heavy heart. "He wouldn't want you to be like this Jen." Finally standing up from under the hood. Dean looked at her as he picked up his beer and finally taking a long pull on it. She frowned at his comment. "What's that meant to mean? Is that another dig at me for leaving?" she was on the defensive. Dean just shrugged as he wiped his hands on an old cloth. "If the shoe fits." He shrugged. "Jen, you just up and left in the middle of the night. Poof you were gone, Bobby was worried sick." She shuck her head at him. "It wasn't like that." turning her head to face him. "No, that's right. It was me you just left." He drained his bottle and tossed it into a metal barrel that stood near them both. Then walked off leaving her standing there.

Her fist was clenched around the bottle as she slammed it into the same barrel. With Dean now stomping off into the jungle of cars she turned gripping the sides of the car. Fury running through her veins. If only he understood what was going on in her head? With her even. Jenna pushed herself off the vehicle and marched after him. "Dean!" She shouted causing the older Winchester to turn on his heels. "Yes, I ran!" She practically screamed at him. Roughly shoving her hand to her hips. "I.. I had to get away." She stumbled over her words a little. "From me Jenna, Me." He stated prodding a finger into his chest to make his point. "You ran from me, without even a goodbye." The look he gave her turned her stomach. Jenna closed the gap between them a little. "Was it really that bad huh?" He was still ranting. "Then when I finally did hear from you, it was over divorce papers?" His eyes seemed to burn into her soul. "Fucking divorce papers!" Dean swiped a hand into his hair sighing heavily after shouting at her. "And yet you wouldn't sign them." Cocking a single brow in a defensive manner Jenna just stared up at him. "Christ Dean… I was fucking suffocating. Everyone around me thought something bad was gonna happen." He just gave her a look of disbelief and shook his head. "I'm not a child or a civi, I was raised as a hunter just like you. We know what can happen." She paused for a second. "Our lives are short. That's just how it is." She took a breath and relaxed her arms either side of her. "So you thought you'd go cross country with my brother instead? Play happy families. That it?" Jenna closed her eyes taking a deep breath. She wasn't sure how much of this she could take. "Do we have to do this again Dean?" Crossing her arms over her chest defensively. He just glared at her with his brows raised. The very fact that she had ran away with his own brother turned his stomach every time he thought about it. Dean wasn't sure if he would ever get over it. He had stated to both of them that it was past history but every time he looked at them both, his stomach did summersaults and his blood boiled. "Just don't." she flexed her hand out at him showing him her palm before calmly placing them deep within her pockets. "After Sam took the jump. I saw you." That seemed to gain his attention as he lifted his head to look at her. Confusion set upon his feature. "You came here to say goodbye to dad." Dean just nodded his head as he relived those moments, the empty feeling he felt inside as he said a farewell to the father figure who had always been there. "I was standing over there." She turned her head to point out a spot a in the yard as she carried on talking. "It took every fibre of my being not to rush over to you that day." Her head finally turned back to look at him. Dean shuffled his feet a little as he frowned at her. "The moment I needed you most Jen, you still weren't there." Was all he said with a weary sigh. "I'm sorry." It was all she could manage to say. The words barely audible as she spoke. Dean just stared at her no emotion visible on his face causing Jenna to rub the back of her neck uncomfortably before walking back towards her car. "How long you planning on staying for Jen?" He quickly said to her.

Jenna turned on her heals to look at him. "Why? Wanting to get rid of me that fast?" She answered back with another question. Dean just pinched the top of his nose. She really knew how to wind him up. "Is that what I said?" He snapped back at her. "it's a simple question and I think I have a right to know." Gaining a few steps towards the female hunter. Jenna glanced back to where her childhood home once stood with a heavy heart she looked back towards where Dean stood. "I need to get my life in order Dean." She had her plan already mapped out in her head. Getting emotionally involved with Dean Winchester at this point wasn't it. Yet. Somewhere inside her she had expected it. "Then stay." His voice was low as he spoke. "Rebuild this place. Live here." He motioned around them. She tenderly placed a warm hand on Dean's arm as she looked up at him. A small smile creeping to her lips as she shook her head. "It wouldn't work. We both know that." Dean frowned at his and moved his arm from her grasp. "Its cause of me isn't it?" He looked down into her eyes. "I'm the reason why you won't stay?" It wasn't really a question. He knew she didn't want to be around him and it near killed him to think that she felt this way. Dean was never good with rejection at the best of times. But coming from her seemed to hurt all that more.

"You wouldn't understand." Jenna turned again as she walked away from him. "Try me." He had gained on her and was practically pulling her arm to make her look at him. "You owe me an explanation Jen. Cause so far?… You've given me bupkis sweetheart." He could feel his confusion turning into anger quickly as Jenna narrowed her eyes at him. He knew she hated it when he called her sweetheart. Once again Dean knew this would gain a reaction out of her. Jenna looked down at his hand around her arm and yanked it aggressively. "It doesn't concern you Dean." She noted firmly to him. Deans jaw clenched with frustration as he took a step towards her, naturally Jenna stepped back. "My wife does a bunk and it doesn't concern me?" He snorted a chastised laugh from his nose. "It has everything to do with me. And no one is giving me answers!" Practically yelling at her causing her to create a needed distance between them. It was at this point that Jenna actually considered telling Dean. Her mind pondered the very thought, she closed her eyes tightly as she locked it back up. There was no way that she could tell him. She knew what his reaction would be and right now both Winchesters were needed out there. Taking out the Leviathans and Dick Roman. By rights she shouldn't have even got Sam involved but at this point it was too late to go back on her word. She opened her eyes to find Dean gripping both her arms. "Jen.. Tell me." His face was practically pleading her. Then she shook her head. "I'm sorry." It was all she could up with and with his hands touching her she couldn't exactly think straight. "I can't Dean. Not yet." She felt his hands relax as they slid further down her arms.

Breathing a long breath from his nose Dean looked down to his hands that were still hooked around Jenna's arms. He moved them down further till he reached her wrists and then slid his hands around hers. Palm to palm till he entwined their fingers. Jenna just stood and watched it. It was something he used to used when he was thinking of the right words to say. "When the times right. You tell me okay?" He then looked up at her. All she could do was nod and swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. Had they finally come to some type of agreement? She hoped so, cause she couldn't keep fighting with him like this. They were never good at fighting. Both always said something hurtful and she didn't want that to happen again. "I can't fight with you anymore Dean…. Its too draining." Jenna separated one of their hands, lifting it to hold his lower arm. She managed to smile even though her body felt as if it couldn't move. Then from no where she saw Dean leaning into her. He mind screamed to move away as she knew what would happen yet her heart raced with want as she found herself slowly moving towards him. His lips attentively touched hers. As if to feel it out. Dean wasn't sure whether he was going to get a fist in the face but at that moment he didn't really care. All he knew was that he was forever drawn to Bobby Singers daughter. As their lips touched Jenna welcomed him more when her mouth parted slightly kissing him with a little more vigour. She could feel the warmth of his body as he slightly took a step against her. Letting go of her hands as his hand own hands cupped the sides of her face and entwined within her hair. It was faultless as always. Their mouths moved in perfect balance against one another and it always astonished her how right this always felt. Her stomach turned in light motions when she felt his tongue lightly flutter against hers. She wanted this to last. Wanted it to be like this forever.

Then without word she could see movement behind her lids. A flashing of something. Her brows frowned as they continued to kiss. Then she heard it. The screaming, ear piercing, blood curdling scream. The screaming was her. Jenna had pushed Dean away from her and was holding the sides of her head. Painful tears streamed down her cheeks as she was hunched over in agonising pain. Dean had wondered what she was doing the moment her hands shoved him away from her. Raking a hand into his hair till he heard her scream. His hands darted out to take a hold of her but she pushed him away. "Jen, hey… Jenna!" He tried again as worry and panic drew up from the pit of his stomach. He felt helpless as he tried to calm the women who he still loved. She fell down to her knees as he body shook with the painful intrusion into her brain. Imagines flashed behind her eyes. Bodies being torn to shreds. The bloody faces of loved ones. He mothers face covered in blood on the kitchen floor. Her own imaginary death. It was like being stuck in your very own Freddy Kruger nightmare. "Jen!... Jenna!" She could barely make out Deans voice amongst her own screaming. Then nothing… Only blackness.

To Be Continued...