Jenna's Story.

Chapter 14

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

"Jenna?" His voice sounded soothing and his touch was warm. Rolling her head to one side she mumbled something incoherent. "Open your eyes." He told her as she struggled to come round. Her eyes were heavy and the throbbing pain she was feeling before in her gut had vanished. With a heavy breath she eventually opened her lids. The silhouette of a man stood before. "Cas.." she drew the word out with great effort. "What...What happened? " her mouth was dry as she wet her lips and swallowed trying to rid her throat of the razor sharp feeling. "We had to tie you up." He easily spoke as she looked down to her wrists and noticed the rope burns there. She frowned at the sight of the now drying blood that had pooled on her lap. "What happened?" she looked up as the angel pulled a chair over towards her. "The curse has taken hold of your mind, and body Jenna. I can't fix it and it would seem neither can Crowley " Jenna quickly looked around the place as if expecting the demon to shown. "Relax, he's gone." Castiel placed a comforting hand over hers. She just nodded her head wide eyed at him as she listened. "If you stay in Dean's company you'll die within hours... Days maybe." she removed her hand from under his and sat back in the chair with the revelation. "I, left it too late didn't I?" she knew she had and her stubbornness had stopped her from asking for help too. She slumped her shoulders in defeat as the angel nodded at her his ever watchful eyes taking in her body language. "Your only chance is to leave Dean and for good. That way you could have at least a year." she cradled her head into her hand as she heard him speak. Realistically she should have gone a long time ago and never returned to here. Cut all ties with everyone even her father. But it was his death that brought her back. She didn't resent him for dying she only resented the fact that Dean was here. Bringing all the feelings towards him that she fought so hard to get rid of.

Nodding her head to the angel she understood what he was saying. "I can subside the symptoms for 5 hours but by that time you should have said your goodbyes." He made eye contact with her and nodded his head. Needing to know that she fully understood what he was saying. "Yeah... Yes, I understand." her voice broke with the words and she went to stand. Holding onto the angels arm as she did so for support. "Cas?...when my times up.." He nodded knowing what she was saying. "I'll tell them Jenna, don't worry." her breath shook as she wiped a stray tear from her cheek she inhaled deeply and watched Castiel make his way to the door opening in. Her body went ridged at the sight of the elder Winchester and she could feel her pulse racing. Castiel's eyes drifted from Jenna to Dean and Sam cleared his throat causing her eyes to fall on him.

Cas spoke clearly to them all. "You all have five hours and by the fourth she must have left." He looked at them all one by one so they understood him. "Okay. Yeah. " It was Sam who broke the silence as he took a step into the motel room to where she stood. "Cas?.." she quickly asked causing the angel you turn around. "I, keep seeing a man. He just stands there watching me at times." she quietly took at step in the direction of the angel. "Your reapers following you." Dean practically gasped as turned his body away. The shaking of his head clearly visible. "I believe you'll be in good hands with him." this caused Jenna to frown. "Why?" she frowned not understanding. "Your reaper is death... Now remember five hours." He looked to all of them before vanishing leaving a shocked looking Dean. "You must be highly regarded to have death as your reaper." Sam spoke trying to get a smile from either Dean or Jenna. "huh... Yeah." Was all he got from her as his brother just continued to stare at her. Sam cleared his throat feeling the unwelcoming stillness fill the air. "I think you guys need to talk. I'll head to the salvage yard and pick up your things Jenna." Sam's eyes lingered on her for a few seconds before he made his was away from the motel.

"How you feeling?" Dean carefully spoke as he closed the door quietly once he was fully in the room. "Like someone's had a rave in my head." Smiling as she rubbed the side of her head. "I'm sorry." He blurted out stopping Jenna in her tracks as she looked up at him. The flecks of gold glistened in her eyes from the midday sun as it made its way through the window. "Don't be.. This is my own doing Dean. It would appear that I sealed my own fate." her mouth tried to smile as she shrugged a single shoulder. "If I hadn't been so stubborn and secretive then maybe we all could have stopped this when we had the chance. But instead I ran from it all." she inhaled deeply releasing her breath in a shaky wave. "And now... Now I have to face the consequences... " he'd closed the gap on them before she even had time to notice. His hands cupping her face as he wiped the tears which had fallen away with his thumbs. "I promise you... I'll keep looking for a way to stop this." all she could do was smile at his compassion as she looked into his beautiful eyes. "Till death do us part remember. You don't get rid of me that easily Singer." giving her his trademark smirk as he pulled her close against him, wrapping her in his protective embrace. Jenna's hands curled around his sides as she returned the close hug which she needed at that moment. "it's Winchester." she spoke quietly against his ear causing him to smile.

"What now?" she asked pulling away from him. "well.." He tailed off pulling her to sit on the bed. "Your gonna leave here and be happy... " holding her hand within his. "For however long that'll be." He swallowed not wanting to think about the ending. Instead he leaned forward and placed his lips against hers. "I don't want to be alone when the time comes." she spoke in a broken voice as they pulled away. "You won't. I'll make sure Cas is there." He said moving a hand through her hair. This is how he wanted to remember her. Her warm smile, soft skin and her smell. The smell of, her. Jenna. He looked at his watch and frowned somewhat. "Three and a half hours." she too was counting it down and he hoped that Sam would get back on time with her things. Jenna shifted and began rummaging into her back pocket bringing with it a set of keys. She opened his hand and placed them in it. "Listen." her voice soft and light. "I want you to take the Mustang." with her other hand she curled his fingers around the keys. Dean stubbornly shook his head and frowned down at his hand. "That's.. Your baby." He curved a half smile. "No. Take her, it only gives you a way of tracking me." flexing a single brow towards him. She knew him better then he thought. And she was right. He would keep tabs on her, tracking her every move. He squeezed his hand around the keys and nodded his head. "Put her into storage or something." nonchalantly waving her hand with a heavy heart she had given up her prised possession.

They sat in silence just small glances to one another. The hair on her arms and neck prickled like static electric. It was always the same when she was around him. Maybe it was the curse which caused it? Either way Jenna liked to think it was their connection. His hands couldn't leave her. They had to be touching her and the thought that these were their last moments together pained him. He never had expected to feel this way. After all the women she was the only one who had just accepted everything that came with him. And for that he treasured. Yes he could have been better towards her. Hell. Their wedding had consisted with some priest in some shitty chapel somewhere. He only agreed to it cause the boys had vanquished a spirit for him. She didn't get the honeymoon, or the white dress, the speeches or party. Yet she was content and happy. Or so thought. Her gentle fingers touched his face causing him to look up at her. "Were you ever happy Jen?" he needed to know. That's all he ever wanted for her. She just smiled and nodded. Tears brimming her eyes again as she nodded. Huffing out a small laugh she wiped them away quickly. "Your turning me into such a girl Winchester." she teased. "Don't pull that sappy shit on me. You know I can't deal with that." she pushed his shoulder in a friendly gesture causing him to laugh and stand Abruptly. Leaning over her and placing his hands either side of her face as she smiled up at him. Bringing his face to her he stole a heart wrenching kiss. He nestled his nose against her as he spoke. "Sam will be back soon. Go freshen up." his hand entwining with her hair once she had stood. Wrapping her hands around his wrists. "Join me." she pined. And sweetly kissed his lips.

Dean's hands slowly tracked down her arms and back up till they gathered into her hair. His lips twitched into a small smile as he heatedly kissed her. She pressed her body firmly against his pulling him ever closer by his shirt collar. She whimpered softly as his tongue found its way deeper into her warm mouth. Her skilful hands making short work of his shirt as she wriggled him free from it and dropped it to the floor. She smiled against his lips when she felt the rumbling of his chest against her hand as she placed them under his grey t shirt and pressed her hands against his warm flesh. Heat radiated from her stomach at the sudden touch of his rough fingers languishingly moving under the hem of her top. Walking them both forward towards the bathroom Dean pulled his lips away from her pulling her top over her head. In the doorway of the bathroom he stood there looking at her. A small hint of a smile as he took in her sight. With one hand planted against the bathroom wall while she balanced on one foot to take her boots off. The dark denim jeans and black bra fitting every contour of her figure. She paused when her hands were unbuttoning the jeans and she just simply smiled at him. "What is it?" she huffed out an almost laugh. Dean shook his head. "Just imprinting this to my memory Singer." out of everything he wanted to remember this. "Well imprint faster. Sam will be back soon." grinning as she kicked off her jeans. he just stood in the doorway smiling like a Cheshire cat as he watched her fumble with the shower before stripping the remainder of clothing and vanishing behind the shower curtain.

The water was warm when he joined her. His body coming up behind hers, hands on her hips. She felt feathered small kisses from her shoulder all the way to her ear. Jenna closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Embracing the warm spray of the water combined with the heat of his kiss. Dean reached around her and allowed one of his hands to glide smoothly over the contours of her stomach. She could feel his hardened length pressing against her from behind causing him to grunt as she pushed her rear back into him. His hands moved to her hips again as he spun her around unceremoniously. Her body crashing into his as he did so. In a struggle of heated and needed kisses Jenna felt the sting of cold tiles connecting with her back. There was nothing tender about this moment. It was all about need and want. Dean's hand glided down her ass to her thigh, smoothly hooking her leg high around his waste. Cupping her face he just looked at her. Her cheeks flushed from the heat of the shower and what he was doing to her but the fire she once had in her eyes had slowly faded. The feisty nature had been tucked away deep within her. Jenna lifted her head off the wall and gently kisses his lips. Allowing them to linger there for a moment. As she did he moved his hips forward and surged into her welcoming heat. Her tight inner muscled beckoned him further as they contracted around him causing her to gasp loudly into his mouth. Their bodies moved as one while their desperate moans echoed within the tiled confines of the bathroom. Jenna curled her hands around his neck arching her back off the wall. Giving him better leverage. Their lips leaving one another for the shortest of time as he tracked savage kisses down her neck to her collar bone. Several more thrusts and it was over. Sending her over the edge when his hand filtered down her body and his fingers found the sensitive nub of her clit. The twitching of her legs sent him into overdrive. As she contracted around him. Her body quaking under him and her pants of yes seemingly too much to handle as he released himself within her.
Letting go of her leg she slid it down standing between him and the wall. She didn't want him to let go in fear of her jello legs collapsing from under her. Dean buried his head into her neck and kissed her. His hot breath panting against her ear when he finally spoke. "I'll always love you."