A/N:

…And So You Fell

As soon as I hear their footsteps leave the hallway and go downstairs I jump up from my bed, walking immediately to my dresser and putting on a pair of jeans and a black wife beater. However once I catch the sight of my scratched up arms in the mirror I throw my black long sleeved shirt on over it that Dean took out for me.

My purse is lying by my door so I quietly go to grab it and throw it over my shoulder when I hear Sam and Dean's voices downstairs.

"I think we need to call someone."

"What do you mean someone?"

"She's falling back into a depression. She needs a therapist. Maybe if we caught this a little earlier we could handle it ourselves, but we are in way over our heads. We need help."

My breath hitches in my throat. They're going to send me off to some shrink. One who will have all of my medical history and alert Sam and Dean of what happened to me. She'll tell Sam and Dean and they'll know what a disgusting and tainted girl I am.

I walk to the first aid kit by the side of my bed and pull out one of the items, quickly stuffing it in my bag and making my way to my window. Once the window is open I step out onto the steep roof and come to the edge, reaching across and stepping onto the tree that I sometimes go out on to read. I try and take my time climbing down, but I loose my footing slightly and fall to the ground, landing on my arm and letting out a painful scream.

The snap from my arm and throbbing in my ribs barely phases me as I get up and run as fast as possible, knowing that Sam and Dean will have heard my scream and are probably running upstairs at the very moment.

I reach my destination, the bus stop at the corner, and sit on the bench, finally able to lift up the sleeve of my shirt to inspect the wrist that I can tell is either broken or badly sprained. I want to inspect my ribs, but letting the death grip I have on my left wrist go is not an option. I just do my best to standup straight as the bus pulls up.

I get onto the bus and find a seat all the way in back. My hair is still a bit wet, but at least I'm in my fresh clothes. My face is solemn and occasionally twinges in pain as passengers get on and off the bus which makes a handful of stops before getting to the one I need.

I step off the bus, walking down the street filled with large and upscale houses, stopping at the very familiar house. However today it has a couple dozen cars parked in front and music blasting from the windows.

The door is unlocked so I step inside, met with rowdy teenagers and the smell of booze. They are running all over so I go through the crowd awkwardly, trying not to bump into anyone.

"Jenny! What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't make it!"

I jump at the yelling, but relax once I see that it is only Charlie. Straight away I try to make the hold on my wrist seem normal and relaxed and ignore the severe pain in my side.

"Yea. I decided to come. You gotta enjoy summer while it lasts, right?"

"Right! Now let's get you something to drink. What are you in the mood for?"

"I'll take whatever." I shrug my shoulders, following her into the kitchen.

"Are you okay?"

"Yea! What? Why?"

"I don't know. You seem a little out of it."

"I'm fine." I smile as we get to the alcohol, "I just drank a little on the way over here, so I'm a little tipsy."

"Oh…" She laughs, "Well just make sure you take it easy."

"Sure thing."

"I have to go make sure no one has thrown up on my carpet or broken my mom's glass shoe collection. I'll be right back."

I smile and nod as she leaves the kitchen, instantly grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the table and making my way out the back door and onto the back patio, not bothering to meet the glances of any other teens.

Even over the loud music the only thing I can hear is his voice over and over again in my ear.

"Those little moaning noises you made…and your body…M'hm."

I sit down onto the ground carefully as tears fill my eyes, my back leaning against the wall as I open up my purse, taking out a small orange bottle that I took from the first aid kit. With shaky hands I dump half of the bottle into my palm. I bite back a tear of doubt before throwing them into my mouth and gulping them down with a big swig of whiskey.

I take out my phone quickly, hitting the number one speed dial followed by send. It only rings once when it is picked up by an urgent voice.

"Jenny, Where are you?"

"I'm so sorry Sam." I cry sadly, my voice feeling dull and tired.

"It's okay. Just tell me where you are. Dean and I will come get you."

"You did everything you could. You really tried. I'm just sorry it wasn't worth it. I love you Sam." My voice pitches as tears make their way to my eyes.

"Jenny, what are you talking about?" His voice shows that he is becoming aware of the danger I am in.

"It wouldn't stop Sammy. It was never going to stop. I had to make it stop." I shake my head sadly as my eyes begin to droop, the effects of the pills beginning to take toll.

"Oh god─ Jenny, what did you do?!"

"I had to make it stop…It wouldn't stop."

"What?! Jenny you need to tell me where you are!" I can hear the cries start to come from him as he struggles to speak.

"It's too late." I say as my speech begins to slur, the feeling in my face is leaving me.

"Wh─" The phone is pulled away from him and before I know it the older Winchester is on the line.

"Jenny, kiddo, it's Dean. I need you to tell me whose house you're at."

His voice is urgent, but calm, knowing that if he becomes irrational it will make me more unreasonable.

"The party─"

"What? What party Jenny?" He waits for my voice to answer him, but becomes nervous when I don't. "Jenny?! Answer me!"

"Charlie."

As I feel the medicine start to fully take over and I can't help but smile, for the first time in a long time I hear…silence.

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