Jennas story.

Chapter 12

Disclaimer ~ I own nothing except for the character Jenna Singer. The rest goes for The CW, Eric Kripke and WB.

The first thing which came back was her hearing. The muffled voices seemed to vibrate through her skull. She knew the voices, knew who it was yet her body refused to move till the tingling sensation in her fingers stirred her. Suddenly she found rough hands touching her. They were warm, welcoming even. As she encouraged her lids to finally open she was met with the worried face of Dean. He sighed once he could see into her brown eyes. "Hey." his concerned face seemed to relax once she smiled at him. Wincing under heavy breath she slowly dragged her weary body into an upright position, calmly wiping a hand over her forehead. She then saw that she was no longer at the salvage yard. Frowning in confusion when she made out the younger Winchester standing with his back against one of chairs. His face spoke a million words as he just nodded to her. "Wha... Where am I?" her thoughts were still laced with the images her mind had been violated with. "Your at the motel Jen." Sam chose to speak before his brother could causing Dean to give a glare towards his younger brother who now had pulled out the chair to sit down quietly. Jenna scrutinised the pair. Something wasn't right as her eyes darted from left to right. "When were you gonna tell me?" His voice vibrated as he sat sideways on the bed next to her. His hand subconsciously coming up to pull a stray hair from her face. Blinking several times Jenna wondered for a split second what he meant. She looked across to Sam who now couldn't make eye contact with her. He'd gone against her word. She could read it on his face, clear as day and now she felt sick to her stomach. This was the second time that Sam had betrayed her. How could he? Her mind repeated the last three words over and over again.

"What'd you mean?" she played it dumb. Something she was quite used to when it came to the elder Winchester. "I must have fainted." shrugging her shoulders as she attempted to disembark the bed. Dean rouse from his feet placing his hands on her shoulders and gently pushing her back down. "No. You talk... I think you've fed me enough bullshit for far to long Singer." He was serious. He'd been left to believe that everything which had gone wrong between them was his fault and now Sam turns around and gives him the truth? He was furious with his brother and even more so with her. The second he had called Sam when she collapsed he knew something was off. The tone of voice which Sam used. It was like he was expecting for it to happen. She gave him a feeble attempt of a facial shrug. "I don't know what your talking about Dean. I fainted, that's it." blankly staring at him. "Stop it Jen!" he shouted causing her to flinch back from him. He pointed a finger towards his brother who now sat there with his head down. "Sam's told me everything. For once in your life Jen just tell the truth." tilting her head down Jenna was unable to make eye contact with the elder Winchester. Stubbornly shaking her head before she made a look in Sam's direction. "You promised me you wouldn't tell him, Sam." Betrayal was the only word she could find for how she felt. "Do you realise what even happened?" Dean's face once again clouding her vision and stopping Sam from even opening his mouth. "I know what happened Dean. " she spoke sharply to him as she began to pull herself more upright, swinging her legs from the bed. "Then please enlighten me." He swung his arms out while he paced in front of her.

Squinting her eyes she tried to focus in him. He was obviously still ranting but she couldn't hear him. Visions.. She was having them again and in such a short space of time. Blinking rapidly to clear he sight didn't seem to work. She turned her head to where Sam was only to find him with black eyes. Opening her mouth she couldn't form the words just a short gasp of air as she found Dean again. His face looked bloodied, smeared even. Eyes blood shot and angry. This wasn't the man she had fallen so hard for. Rapidly she turned her face away from him. Things were moving in the room, the pillow her head was on seemed to crawl into life from unseen bugs. Jenna closed her eye lids wanting it all to go away. Reopening them she found Sam kneeling in front of her. His hands gently grasping onto hers, his face gentle and kind causing jenna to smile lightly at him. "You just saw something didn't you Jen?" he questioned and she responded with a simple nod of the head then covered his large hand with one of hers. "Your eyes were black. Things... Things seemed to move." Sam just nodded as he listened to her. "And you know they weren't real right?" he had to make sure. The last thing he wanted was to have her performing an exorcism on him. "I'm not mad Sam."

Dean listened to her open confessions as if he was a stranger in the room. His shoulder resting upon the wall next to him. His heart slowly breaking as he watched this tender moment. Many questions passing through his thoughts the main one being. Why couldn't she be like this with him? Sam's tone was low and caring. "Jenna, you understand why I had to tell Dean? This has gone on for too long." His words were calm yet to the point. Slowly Sam lifted his hand to Jenna's chin, raising her face as she now looked down to their entwined hands. She was scared. He could see the fear in her features and the way she shook as she sat almost child like on the side of the bed. From this angle he could see the closeness she and Sam shared, feeling like an outsider from where he stood. "I'm scared Sam." she simply put it as she glanced to Dean. "we'll fix it." Dean took a step towards them. "You start talking and we'll fix it Jen." her glazed expression told a thousand stories of her feelings and fears to him. Washing a hand down her face she struggled to stand. A little wobbly on her feet causing Sam to quickly take her by the elbow. Shrugging it off and holding her hand up she made it clear that was capable of doing it herself. Forever the independent one. "I'm fine Sam. I just need to wash my face." stepping quietly between the brothers she closed the door, leaning her back against its wooden frame.

Sam looked at his older brother emotion filled eyes zoomed in on his older brother as he watched his movements. His body was practically frozen with the fear he held inside of him. Sam saw it the moment he brought Jenna through the motel door. Cradled in his protective arms, he held her close even at one stage pushing Sam away. Yet when Sam had established what had actually happened to her Dean's legs were no longer able to hold him up. He heavily sat next to her on the bed. A shaky hand brushing down her hair. He felt betrayed. Wronged by his brother and wronged by his so called wife. They'd both kept this little secret between them for... well for too long for his liking. Dean just sent his younger brother a glare, it was all he could do. He felt if he spoke to him he would do something which he would later regret so silence was the best method. Sam hated it. With just the sound of Dean's heavy breathing was driving him crazy, he itched to say something but he knew that if he did, it would no doubt sent his brother into an uncontrollable rage. Clearing his throat to gain Dean attention Sam stood and pointed a finger towards the bathroom door. "I'll... I'll go get her some food, she's bound to be hungry." He swallowed dryly when Dean made eye contact with him. "Yeah, you do that." was all the elder Winchester could master washing a hand down his tired face in the process.

Her back firmly pressed against the bathroom door she breathed heavily. "Get a grip Jenna." She spoke chastising herself as placed a calming hand against her chest. Her heart was beating fast, it drummed furiously under her fingers as she slowly made her way towards the sink. Placing her palms either side of the porcelain she scrunched her faced at the sight that met her in the mirror. She looked terrible. Dark circles had began to form beneath her eyes and she could swear that she'd aged 10 years in the space of a day. Running the faucet she allowed the cold water to fill the sink, plunging her hands into the basin she pooled the cooling water before allowing it to wash over her face. As she opened her eyes her vision seemed to blur before settling on a figure stood in the corner of the room. She felt frozen with fear as she watched the man lift his right hand and take out a small pocket watch then placing it back. His wore a smart looking suit and walking cain to match. Opening her mouth, Jenna was about to speak before he hushed her. A think like pale finger raised to his mouth as he pursed his lips. Quickly she twirled around to look to this man, only to find that he was no longer here. "What the hell?" She questioned herself in the dim light of the bathroom. Steadying herself she took the towel from its rail and wiped her face. Knowing damn well that now she would have to face the brothers and more importantly Dean.

His head lifted as he heard the bathroom door click open and there she stood. He could barely recognise her as the feisty women he met three years before. She had lost everything in a mater of days all the while trying to deal with... Well whatever this was that's happening to her. He still wasn't sure what it was, Sam had been sketchy to say the very least. "You ready to talk?" His voice appeared sterner then what it was meant to and Dean mentally kicked himself for it but he was still pissed at her and at Sam. Lifting a hand he gestured to one of the chairs, his pulsed sped up slightly when she smiled and shook her head. "I'd rather stand." Shifting on her feet she inclined her head. "How much did Sam tell you?" The query of her tone made Dean look up to where she stood over him. "I got the general gist of it. Sam we pretty clear with the whole. 'Curse' thing." As frowned as he raised his arms and motioned with his fingers as he spoke the word curse. Her mind questioned whether he was taking this seriously. Eventually she sat on the edge of the bed. Her elbows leant against her knees. "You do realise how serious this is Dean? My life is on a shoe string at the moment. I'm seeing things, hearing things." She pinched her lids shut at the thought. "Right now I think i'd be quite happy on a psych ward." The unsettled look she gave him caused him to squirm a little. Rubbing his brow with uncertainty he just looked at her. "Jen, are you telling me that this is gonna kill you?" The stunned look she gave him spoke volumes. "Sam didn't tell you?" Dean shook his head telling her no. "Dean.. The closer I get to you the faster its gonna kill me." With that he practically jumped from his seat. "What are you doing?" She questioned confused.

Grabbing her by the arm he yanked her up to her feet. "Your going." Looking her dead in the eye and nodding his head a yes. "Your gonna get in your car and your gonna drive as far away from me and you possibly can. The further the better." With his words his hands began to tighten around arm causing her to squirm with him his grip. "Dean..." "No, Jenna listen. I've already got your dad's death on my hands. I'm not about to add yours to it." With a strong pull of her arm she had freed herself, her jaw clenching tightly as she shook her head. "I'm done running." The emotion was clear in her voice as she raised its volume. "That's all I have ever done since the first day I ever met you. And you know what?... I'm tired. Tired of running Dean. I need to face this thing head on and nothing you or Sam can change my mind on that." It was then that angry tears flushed their way down her cheeks. Grievously he looked down at her. "Then let us help." He hated seeing her like this. So weak and afraid, almost like a child. Dean reached out to guide his finger softly over her cheek swiping the tear away. Jolting back Jenna was met with a shocking pain to her chest. "Jenna? What is it?" Dean questioned as he took a step towards her. She held a hand to him stopping him in his tracks as she buckled over with pain stumbling to her knees, she began to cough and splutter. Cupping a hand over her mouth as she did so. Slowly she pulled it away, he eyes growing wide at the sight of the crimson blood that had dusted over her palm. Dean had frozen in place as he looked on. The only thing he wanted to do was to run to her, help her, to hold her. His eyes shot to the door as he now saw Sam standing on the doorway.

Rushing forward Sam was by her side within seconds. His large frame helping her to stand, protectively cocooning her. "Just breath. Are you alright? What happened?" Jenna's laboured breathing eventually evened out as she drew a hand over her mouth wiping excess blood away. Nodding her head she just made eye contact with Dean as he looked on bewildered. "What happened?" Sam repeated looking to his brother for an answer. Dean measly shrugged shaking his head. "I..I just touched her face and she, she started coughing." His hand gestured towards her as he then moved it through his hair. "What's happened here Sam?" The younger Winchester frowned at his brother as he looked down to Jenna. He didn't know how to soften the blow so he just came out with it. "The closer you get the more serious this is getting for Jenna." His eyes shifted from person to the other. "From what i've found, This seems to manifest itself the longer you spend in each others company." He exhaled loudly as he looked down to the brown haired girl. "Jenna. I really think we should get someone in on this one. Its gone way beyond any of us." Looking up at him she just nodded. "Yeah." Her eyes meeting Dean's again for a second. Clearing his throat he tentatively took a step forward. "I'll get hold of Cas."

TBC...