A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait guys. I had a family emergency with my grandma who lives with me and my family. She has been stable enough for a while so I have been able to write. But if it takes a while for the next chapter I am truly sorry. I hate keeping you guys waiting. But I promise I had no control in this situation. This chapter is a little short but I'll try to make the next chapter longer to make up for it.
Hallelujah
The warm drops of liquid and soap cascade down my back as I rinse the shampoo from my newly honey blonde hair and massage my scalp with light fingers. I wince a bit as the suds wash over the wound on the back of my leg. The leg doesn't hurt to walk on as bad as it did before, but it is still open and painful when tampered with, especially by stingy soap.
Once I wash off my face with some cold water I step out of the shower, wrapping a large towel around my petite shivering form. I walk daintily out of my bathroom and into my bedroom, turning on some classic rock and getting ready to change into my school clothes.
I get my underwear and bra on before picking a nice pair of faded Jean Capri's, but I keep looking over my shirts and wondering weather I should wear a tank top on account of the extreme heat. It is unnaturally hot for a May day, but I am so not complaining. I decide on a Ramones tank that I layer with a blue wife beater underneath.
After I blow dry my hair and do my makeup to my liking I grab my purse and books from my desk and head down the hall to tell Sam I'm leaving for school. But I don't find him in his bed so I make my way downstairs, finding the oldest Winchester in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal at the counter.
"Hey Deano. What are you doing up so early?"
"Well some brat woke me up with her music this morning."
"But I played Metallica just for you!" I smile, grabbing a bowl and making my own cereal.
"Well excuse me for not showering you with thanks." He bites sarcastically, "How the hell did Sam sleep through that anyway?"
"What are you taking about? Sam's not in his room. I thought he was down here."
"No." Dean says, "He must have run out to get something, probably books. That geekboy loves his books."
"Nice." I hear a horn beep from outside and just roll my eyes in response to Dean's humor, placing my bowl in the sink and grabbing all my things off of the counter, "That's Charlie. I've gotta run. Oh and I need a ride home because I have to stay after for Bio."
"I'm on it."
"Thanks Dean! Bye!"
As I sit in 4th period. I try to remember exactly why health is a necessity. I know not to smoke and if I wanted to be told sex before marriage was bad a million times I would just talk to Dean, although my reasons for not listening to Dean would have more to do with his hypocrisy on the subject.
"Jenny." I hear and realize I haven't been paying attention.
I look up to find my teacher with the class phone in her hand, "Yes?"
"You are getting dismissed. You're brother is here to pick you up."
What? Why the hell are they pulling me out of class? Immediately I know that this in no way can be good, mostly because Sam would never let me get pulled out of class for a silly reason.
I gather my book and folder quickly and bring them with me, too worried to stop at my locker and drop them off. Once I get to the office I find Dean, pacing back and forth with his eyes to the ground.
"Dean, what's going on?"
He looks up with so much visibly running through in his mind. But knowing that he can't answer me in front of the school secretaries he just gives them a look, "Is she free to go now?"
"Yep. You're all set."
Dean doesn't even offer the older woman a glance in return before grabbing my arm lightly but forcefully and leading me out of the school. I begrudgingly oblige while we walk through the halls, but once we get outside I rip my hand from Dean's grasp as I walk fast to keep up with his speedy, non-stopping pace.
"Dean! What the hell is going on? Is everything okay?
"Something's wrong with Sam." Dean says, surprisingly calm but it is clear that it is forced stillness, "He never came home and he isn't picking up his phone."
Fear washes over me, but I am determined to dispose of it as I chase after him, "Well maybe his cell battery died."
Sam can't be gone. He is all I have. After my parents died, Sam and Jessica stood up to the role of parents. And since Jess died he is all I have in my life as a parent, which might seem silly considering he is only a few years older than myself. But I don't know what I'd do if I lost him, because no matter what anyone says he is a role model to me. So I tighten my face as I feel salty tears build up.
The next thing I know Dean whips around, a look of rage in his eyes as he speaks with the same calm but deathly tone, "Sam would call. He knows to call."
All these emotions come on at once, fear, anger, panic, horror, and sadness. All I can do is nod my head solemnly and walk to the car, opening the door and sitting on the black leather seats before I can find my voice and look over to Dean as he gets behind the wheel.
"He's gonna be okay though─ We'll find him, right?"
Dean looks over at my innocent face as I desperately try to hold in all of my tears. He lets his composure soften before nodding his head, "Yeah Jenn, we'll find him."
We ride in silence for hours, stopping at every hunter's house on our way to god knows where, asking around for any sight of Sam. Dean calls Bobby, but he says that he hasn't talked to Sam since he called for help on a hunt a few weeks ago. As Dean finishes another phone call that leads to a dead end I have to bite my lip to keep myself from crying more than the few tears that have already graced my cheeks, placing a hand on my anxiously bouncing knee. Quickly I take one of my shaky hands and put on the radio, turning it on to a random station to dilute the silence.
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Carefully my chapped lips part and I begin to sing the song quietly through my tears. My deep uneven breaths between the lines make it fairly obvious that I'm crying, but Dean doesn't stop me as he listens to my broken song.
"Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
My tears become more evident in my soft voice as I think of Sam, I can't loose him. With everything that has been happening to me he has kept me going. I don't know if I can do any of this without him, he has been my family for only three years, and he and Dean are the only family my broken soul has got left.
"Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march─"
Finally my voice begins to give out, wavering as tears stream down my soft pink cheeks. But I just keep singing as the song goes on, trying to ignore the cries coming from my own throat while Dean looks on sadly.
"It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah─"
But I can't ignore them and my body starts to tremble with sobs as I break. I try to start the next line of the song, but it can't make its way out as I cry. I try to hide my face against the glass window as a gentle hand touches mine and it makes me cry a bit harder at his small gesture. After another helpless cry Dean gets a hold on my arm and gives it a gentle tug, pulling me into his side as I rest my head on his chest and I shake my head as I wipe at the tears.
He just keeps his arm around me as I cry, occasionally giving my arm a small rub as I sob my way to sleep in his arms.
I wake up as the car goes full speed, jolting me and making my head smack into the dashboard.
"Ah shit!" I scream, grabbing my bleeding nose.
"Crap Jenn! I'm so sorry!"
As I sit back up Dean hands me some napkins from inside the glove box and helps me hold them to my nose, keeping one eye on the road.
"What the fuck Dean?"
"Sam called." He tells me, knowing that it will make me forgive the super speed driving in a second.
"What? Where is he? Is he okay?"
"I don't know. We didn't talk long. He just told me what motel he's at."
"Well how far away are we?" I ask, sitting at the edge of my seat as I press nervously for information.
"A couple hours. I'll get us there as fast as I can." Dean tells me, pressing down harder on the gas petal and causing the Impala to gain speed.
To Dean's satisfaction he gets us there in under and hour and a half, pulling into the motel and parking right by the door. We both exit quickly, running in and I follow Dean as he makes it to the room number that Sam gave him. He gives it a knock, but when no one answers he sticks his head in, finding Sam sitting on one of the motel beds with a dazed look in his eyes.
"Sammy!" Dean yells, running into the room to his little brother with me chasing his tail.
But once I get close enough to give him a hug or slap him (I haven't decided which one I feel like doing the most) I see a large bloodstain on his shirt. The blood is a slightly brownish red color so I assume that it is dry and not fresh, but I still find it alarming as I stand back.
"What happened?"
It takes Dean a second to see what I'm talking about, but once he does he immediately grabs at Sam's shirt, inspecting it madly to see where the blood came from. But he can't so he looks up at his younger brother with worry in his eyes.
"I don't think it's my blood." Sam says, tears prickling on the corners of his eyes.
Dean and I share a look, and there is only one simple way to describe it, scared. Demandingly, Dean turns back to Sam, "Then whose is it?"
Sam shakes his head, "I don't know. You guys, I don't remember anything."
Crap.
Please R/R.