Chapter 16
Disclaimer ~ I do not own anything belonging to Supernatural or the Winchesters, only Jenna Singer my OC.
The second Castiel had contacted the boys they were on their way. Deans hands clenched tight around the wheel as he pushed the Impala hard down the asphalt. Only sparing small glances to his younger brother who like him was also lost in a train of thought. This was the moment he was dreading. It took three months and honestly Dean had hoped that she would have had longer or that someone would have found a loop hole for her. The hunt for Dick Roman was drawing to an end. He could feel it in his bones, with Castiel now seeing the light so to speak. He was sure he had him on the ropes. Dean had made Jenna a promise to kill that son of a bitch and he intended on keeping it for her. "Do you think she's in pain." Deans eyes drifted to his younger brother. Sam couldn't help but ask the question. He didn't want to think about her being in pain. She never deserved any of the shit that had been put on her. And for once the Winchester's weren't to blame though they felt as if they were. Especially Sam. He was still feeling guilty regarding the whole situation. Not to mention the fact that he'd practically told his brother's wife that he loved her. That would always be the biggest elephant in the room. Dean wiped the palm of his hand down his face and a frown crossed his features. "Cas said she was in a private clinic. They'll have her on something." Silently Sam nodded to that answer hoping that it was true.
The large house was visible the moment Dean pulled the car up its long drive. It was clearly old but with a fresh coat of white pain that glistened in the days sun. St. Christopher it was called and was run by a small group of nun's. "Cas wasn't kidding when he said it was private. " spoke Sam as they passed a small sign with the building credentials on. "They only treat hunters." Dean shrugged his shoulders as he suddenly found himself slowing down. His throat felt dry and he continued to swallow in an attempt to rid himself of the feeling. Once parked he shut down the engine and just stared out of the wind shield. He needed to calm himself as the onset of his stomach churning had once again come back. He flinched at Sam's touch on his shoulder. "You need a minute?" the younger Winchester asked. His eyes fearful and concerned as he looked back at him. Dean cleared his throat and shook his head. "Nah, I'm good." gingerly he claimed from the car and noticed for the first time how quiet it was. The wind rustled the trees light and birds sang their song to others. "you see that?" Sam pointed his hand up to the circular drive. In front of the building in the intricate bricks lay a design of a devils trap. It's light bricks slightly different to the others. "This place is protected." Sam continued to talk but dean was no longer interested. He just wanted to get inside and see her.
A lone nurse stood behind the reception desk, typing away on the computer. She looked up and smiled at the brother's. "We're here to see Jenna Singer." Sam said with his most polite manner as dean came around him, placing a hand on the desk. "Winchester, Jenna Winchester. " he spoke passing his brother a pennant look. The nurses face changed almost on queue and an empathic smile crossed her features. "Ah, she's in room ten. Down the hall." She pointed to her left and Dean couldn't help but allow the sadness to creep into his heart. The nurse knew what was wrong it was visible from her face and tone of voice. Slowly they both made their way down the corridor. Their boots squeaking against the tiled clinical floor and before he knew it he had stopped. He couldn't move, he just lifted his head to look at his brother who was now several steps from him. "C'mon Dean." Sam encourage with a nudge of his head. "I can't... I can't do it Sammy." shaking his head he stepped further away from his brother to lean his back against the wall. "What do you mean, you can't do it. " Sam had opened his arms out either side of himself to make his point as he walked closer to his brother. Dean looked down the corridor and sighed, visible pain laced on his features. "I can't go in there and say goodbye, Sam. This is Jenna we're talking about... Jenna. " he knew it'd be a task for dean. They'd both said goodbye to many people in their life and now his older brother was having to do it to his soul mate. The only women who ever understood him, the only women he ever truly loved. "And that's why you've got to do it dude. Because it's Jenna. " Sam nodded his head as Dean looked away taking in a lung full of air. "I need a minute. Just give me a minute." he said unable to look him. Sam just nodded and placed a firm hand on his shoulder as he made his way to the room.
He stood in the doorway of room ten and took in his surroundings before entering. The room was bright and decorated with floral patterned curtains and bedding. Sam smiled at this knowing that Jenna would hate it. Pretty girly flowers were never her thing. In the large bay window he could see a winged back chair and sluggishly he stepped into the room. The first thing he noticed was how pale her skin was. Jenna had never been a tanned person but seeing her now. She was almost ghostly. His eyes were drawn to the tubes that lead from up her nose to an oxygen tank next to her and he held his breath as he looked at her face. Her features now pale, cheeks sunken in along with her eyes. It was was as if life was literally being sucked from her. Every vein and bone in her hand was visible from the weight loss and he frowned when he noticed she wasn't wearing her wedding band. It was then that she moved her head to look at him. A small smile passed her lips as Sam drew closer he could hear the rasps of breaths she took. Clearly struggling. "Hey." he didn't know what to say. Didn't even know where to start as he walked around her and seated himself on the small window seat in front of her. "Hiya Sam." She weakly rasped. She wore a plane t shirt which hung loosely from her shoulders and her collar bones were clearly visible. Sam moved a hand down his face trying to rid himself of the emotion which was wanting to escape. "We got here as fast as we could." he reached out and grasped her left hand with in his, frowning at the cold temperature of it. Jenna just nodded in her response. "Cas tells me that my organs are failing." her eyes were glazed and the whites no longer bright as a yellow tinge had made its way through them. "Are you in pain?" he needed to know but she shook her head. "The nun's have taken care of that. She looked down to her right hand where the intravenous needle was attached. "I don't even know where to begin Jenna." Sam kindly spoke. Moving whisps of hair from his face. He squeezed her frail hand within his. "I wish we could have found a way out for you." With her hand huddled in his she drew it slowly onto her lap. "You can't change the past Sam. You of all people know that. Listen..." She tilted her head to the side as if she had heard something. Sam frowned as he watched her. He couldn't hear anything. The only sounds were from a monitor she was hooked up to. It's rhythmic beeping in time with her heart. "They say my name. Pulling me closer to them." her voice was broken as she straightened her head to look back at him. Sam swallowed. He wasn't sure who or what she meant. "Jenna?" he spoke as he got up from his place and crouched in front of her causing her to look at him. "Dean's here. I'm gonna get him okay?" She nodded, smiled and eventually let go of his hand.
As he got to the door he could see his brother talking to one of the nun's, Castiel stood silently next to them. Sam's feet moved quicker when he saw Dean nervously run a hand over the back of his head as he looked to the floor. As he approached he caught the last traces of the nun's words. "her mind isn't at rest. Just remember that." She nodded to them both and continued on her way. "What's happening?" Sam eyed his brother who just shook his head. Words seemed to have failed him but it was the angel who broke the quietness. "It's Jenna. Whatever is happening to her is attacking her brain. She's hearing and seeing things." Sam looked at them both for a moment. "Like what? She told me that they call to her." Sam sighed and looked at his brother. Deans body language was clearly uncomfortable. Castiel looked at him soberly before answering. "She hears the reapers. But she sees monsters. Things you've all fought against in the past." Dean was quiet and his shoulders stiff as he slowly walked around in circles. "You need to see her." Castiel spoke to Dean and motioned with his head for Sam to follow. "We'll be back soon." Sam patted his brother on the shoulder as he passed him.
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose as he looked into the room. Turning his body slightly and leaning against its frame. Part of him was screaming to go see her and part of him wanted to flee and forget that any of this was happening. Swallowing his fear he edged himself into her room. Heavily he sighed at the sound of the beeping machine, making his way to where she sat. Jenna lifted her head to look up at him the out line of her lips visible by the light purple trace as she deteriorated before his eyes. "Oh god Jen." kneeling by her side and taking her cold hand within his. With a free hand he cupped the side of her face and lovingly kissed her cheek. When he pulled back he could see the tears flowing freely down her pale cheeks. "You came." She said. Her voice breaking and weak as she smiled. "You couldn't keep me away if you tried." he said as he kissed the palm of her hand.
He was in shock. Seeing her the way she was, sat there and looking so small and fragile. She didn't seem to be the girl he met all those years ago. The women who he eventually fell in love with. "We were written in the skies Dean Winchester. " She turned her face to gaze back out through the window. "They told me. The reapers... They tell me things." her speech was slurred as she spoke and Dean couldn't help notice how she kept looking off to the side of the room. His mind was jumbled with numerous things which he wanted to say to her. But his throat closed up, unable to speak them. "What else do they say?" he managed to croak out. "They tell me I'll be safe..." her words drifted off as she turned her head to look at him. "Our souls were connected, but that demon ruined their plans." She sombrely smiled at him. Dean wiped a hand down his face and looked out of the window. "It'll only ever be you Jen. " he wanted to give her some type of comfort. He wanted to tell her that he loved her and that he'll miss her so damn much. But he didn't want to say goodbye, not just yet anyway. So he cupped her face with a single hand and pressed a firm kiss to her temple.
Her lips parted to say something but she held it back. "What is it?" he asked as he noticed her hesitation. Weakly she reached up with a frail hand and rubbed the stubble on his face. "Dance with me." She smiled at her own request upon seeing his confused expression. She could have asked anything of him at this moment yet she chose to ask for a dance and he knew why as well. He'd always told her that one day he'd give her the wedding first dance yet he'd always put it off. He didn't do dancing. Hell he couldn't think of anything worse so purposely he'd always put it off. But at this moment, looking the way she did and the pleading tone held in her voice he couldn't deny her if it. "We have no music." he attempted to put her off with a short laugh. She just smiled "Use your imagination then Winchester." She countered. Dean braced himself on his legs as he reached around her back, helping her stand. He swallowed dryly at the feel of her. Every bone could be felt under the light clothing bringing how real this all was to the forefront of his mind. She wobbled as she stood taking a hold of the IV post and his arm. Unsteadily they both moved around the chair towards the foot of the bed where there was more room. Dean circled his arm around her bringing her flush against him. He exhaled slowly from the cold feeling of her body. Automatically Jenna pressed the side of her face against his chest allowing his other hand to cup into her hair. They swayed gently as if there was music filling the room. She released a breath and smiled as she closed her eyes. The tubing to her drip bag could be heard silently clinking against its metal post while they both moved in a slow comforting rhythm. The top of her head rested just below his chin and Dean placed a loving kiss there.
Sam stopped at the door with two coffees in hands as he watched this intimate scene play out before him. He turned his back on the couple and looked up towards the ceiling blinking his eyes rapidly hoping to expel the tears that were close to spilling. "It's touching." he jumped at the sound of Castiels voice. The angel stood there as he continued to watch the pair dance in the room. "I don't think he's going to get over this Cas. Loosing Jenna will practically kill him." Sam glanced back into the room. "It'll take time Sam. But he will get better. You'll both miss her, that's understandable and I can see why. She's played a big part in both your lives. " The angel nodded at the younger Winchester. "This was never heavens plan. They were meant to expand their family, carry on the gene which would save us all. But the demons found a way... We still don't know how but they did. We had everyone working on it. Then you found him." Castiel looked up at the younger Winchester who now wore a guilty look about killing the only Demon who could have saved her. "If I had known..." He was cut off as the angel lifted a hand up. "What's done is done Sam. After everything... Everything I myself have done. All we can do is give her what she needs right now." He again looked into the room to now see dean laying her down in the bed. "She needs her family." he patted Sam on the back and nodded to him.
Clearing his throat as he entered the room Sam gave a reassuring smile to his brother and placed one of the coffees down on the side table. "She okay?" he frowned in concern. Dean opened his mouth to say something but froze when Jenna answered. "I'm dying Sam. Not incapacitated. " her attempt of a bright smile was weak but it got a chuckle from both brother's. Dean smoothed a hand into her hair as he gazed upon her. "You need to rest." he spoke causing Jenna to shake her head. "I'll rest when I'm dead." She eyed both of them. "Tell me what I've missed." And so they did. They spent several hours telling her about their adventures with Dick Roman and the leviathans. It was clear she was fighting to keep her eyes open which was joined by yawning from both brother's. Several times Dean had panicked when from no where she could start mumbling incoherently about shifters or demons but it never lasted long. Her eyes fluttered closed as she fought sleep.