Los Angeles, California
Jenna just finished reading her text from Sam. She was disappointed that once again Dean cancelled his plans to see her. She loved him but she was fed up. She was tired of waiting. She understood he had a important job, but she wondered how long she could wait.
The day they met, that was a weird day.
She was at a con where social media stars were invited to meet the fans and sign autographs. She just finished her panel and was on her way to the restroom when she felt a cold chill.
"You would think they'll turn down the air conditioning." Sure it was hot outside, but this was overkill. She touches up her lipstick, never know who she'll meet. Her fellow YouSharer handed her a nail polish from her brand. "Here. Just in case you meet Mr Right."
"I'll settle for Mr Right Now, thanks." She pockets the nail polish. "I'm taking a walk, wanna come?"
"Can't I'm next." Cristine wasn't looking forward to her panel, she had to share the stage with a beautician.
"Good luck." She hoped she wasn't next, they wanted her to share the stage with a boxer wannabe and his brother.
The organizers had told the con participants they had a private area to relax and to wonder around freely without getting harassed by fans. She was just minding her own business, she needed a break from all the crowds.
"Where are you going!" Her manager wanted her to take some free photo ops with the Con's VIP guests.
"For a walk!" She took off before he trapped her in taking pictures with a well known makeup guru.
Once she was alone, far away from everyone she ended up in a empty hallway.
'Finally.' She needed a break. She wondered why the hallway was so cold. The air conditioner was on, but when she saw cold air, it felt like she was in a freezer. 'Ugh.' The organizers would think to fix the air conditioning. Speaking of, why was there air conditioning? There was no one here. She jumped when she heard a loud noise.
BANG!
"Hello?" She looked back, there was nothing there. 'Probably a prank.' A lot of prank channels were here, many playing pranks on other people.
Then she saw a man wearing old fashioned clothes materialize in front of her. At first she thought it was one of those prank channels or a hidden reality show, but when the man cut her across the arm, she screamed. Especially when she saw blood. When he flashed in front of her, she turned and ran.
"Help!" She tried taking out her cell to call 911, but there was no signal. "Someone help me! Please!"
She had obsessed fans before, and a few that came to her home, but none have physically hurt her. She wished her ex boyfriend was here. He was big and strong. But he left her for a Del Sol beer model last year.
She screamed when the "man" appeared in front of her. Then to her disbelief, she saw a iron rod going through him and he vanished. Then there was two men in front of her. The one holding the iron rod had short hair and was very good looking. The tall one behind him was holding a shotgun. She backed away from nervousness.
"Don't worry about us, we're here to help." The one holding the rod says.
"Come here and stand here. Don't move from this circle. The ghost won't hurt you." The tall one with the nice hair adds. Then he proceeded to make a salt circle with a bag of salt surrounding her.
"A ghost? Seriously? Fine, I'll go along with it. But my agent will want to talk to you about rights about ownership about the video." Jenna tells them.
At the time she thought she was a recipient of a elaborate prank gone wrong, but that illusion was realistic. It hurt her. She was already planning on suing the prank channel and the con owners for assault. But what happened next changed her whole life.
The 'ghost' came back and when it tried crossing the circle it bounced away like it was repelled. She smiled at the illusion. She couldn't wait to upload this on her channel and Igram page. She was going to make so many views, maybe a Hollywood deal for a cameo in a movie. Or even her own TV series doing a prank show. She seen some of her former colleagues that started on Youshare and then went on to do bigger things.
When she saw one of the security guards walking down the hallway, she saw the apparition turn around and 'jump' inside him.
Then the guard looked at Jenna and smiled.
Jenna smiled back at him.
At the time she thought he was an actor. But when he drew his gun and pointed it at her she got nervous. Then he proceeded to fire it. Luckily he was grabbed by the one with the dirty blonde hair and the gun missed.
When she saw how close the bullet came to hitting her and when she saw the hole in the wall behind her, she started screaming. She then saw the one holding the security guard pour salt in his hand, and placed his palm over his mouth. Jenna didn't know what to think. She wanted to run, but her feet was frozen. There was footsteps behind her and it was the tall guy. He was holding a shotgun. Jenna was terrified. She had haters, even a few death threats from the totally deranged fans but none that actively tried to kill her. She closed her eyes waiting for the fatal shot. But then the one that was holding the security guard was standing in front of her.
"Miss? You need to come with us, your life is in danger."
Jenna opened her eyes.
"Huh? Who are you?"
He held up a badge.
"FBI. I'm Agent Clapton and this is my partner Agent Page. We're here investigating a case. We had reports of odd behaviour in this building."
"They send Federal Agents for odd behaviour? Shouldn't the local police be here?"
"This is an on going investigation. We can't go much into details, but we had reports of people that came here that were never seen again. You may be the next target." Agent Page tells her, also showing off his badge.
"Oh my god. Sure. I have to call my agent, he needs to know what's happening."
"Not now. We need to move." Agent Clapton tells her.
"Okay. But will this take long? I need to get back soon, I'm due to give autographs in two hours."
They walked down the halls and into every room they saw. The two men she was with didn't say much to her but she was kinda annoyed that both seem to be whispering a lot to one another.
She stopped in her tracks when she heard a noise. They were currently in a dark brick room. This room was under construction due to some scaffolding and construction tools around. The lights weren't working in here, and even with the little daylight there was, she could barely see.
"You hear that?" Agent Page asked his partner.
Agent Clapton breathed out cold air.
"He's here."
Then Jenna got cold. Really cold. The last thing she remembered was the 'man' jumping into her body. She barely remembered much, but she remembered having no control of her body and her attacking the two men. She was frightened. She saw the memories of the ghost's final moments.
He was a contractor for a Hollywood construction company. He was born sometime in the beginning of the twentieth century, and wanted to make his fortune in the construction business. This new project, he was puzzled on why there was money missing. He suspected his business partner on embezzling funds and brought his fiancée as a witness when he confronted him.
It was a few days later when he got his proof.
He was in the room looking over at the financial records with a oil lamp. His partner was embezzling from the company and was actively trying to frame him for theft. He was here to confront him to make him confess to the theft with his fiancee watching as a witness. She was hiding in the storage closet with a camera. When his partner walked in, he was ready to show him the papers when something terrible happened.
The woman he loved walked out of the closet and walked up to 'Bert' and put her arm around him and then kissed him on the lips. She looked exactly like Jenna.
Jenna, she couldn't help felt the betrayal and heartbreak of the man who witnessed his fiancee double crossing him.
Bert gave him a cold smile. Then to his surprise and horror, he saw the gun.
Before he could scream or run, he saw Bessie's eyes. They looked remorseful.
Jenna "felt" the gunshot. She/he looked down and saw the blood. The bullet didn't break his heart, it was the two people that he trusted the most.
The last thing he saw before he died was both of them carrying his body and putting him in the closet.
The next day as a ghost, he saw Bert and another man putting up bricks where his body was. And using his own building material he paid for, they sealed him forever in the closet. That closet becoming his gravesite.
The other man he recognized. He was the man at the bank who gave them the loan. They were working together. After they left, he wasn't able to move on. He was too angry.
His spirit stayed in that hallway always waiting for the ones that murdered him and especially Bessie. The woman who betrayed him. He attacked anyone who dared to wonder the hallways but when he saw Jenna, he felt like he was finally ready to execute his revenge, believing she was Bessie.
When Jenna woke up, she saw both of them covering her with an iron chain on the floor.
"What are you doing?" If being possessed by a ghost wasn't bad enough, was she getting kidnapped as well?
"Ghosts hate iron. We don't have any more salt rounds, this was the only way to save you." Agent Clapton explains.
"The ghost. Dean. Where is it buried?"
"I don't know. I don't even know his name." Agent Clapton aka Dean tells Agent Page.
"Maybe a lock of hair, something with his DNA."
"Guys?"
She pointed to the closet that was covered with bricks.
"I saw him get murdered. He's inside."
"Vengeful spirit. Sammy have any salt? I'm out."
"I think so." Sammy takes out a small paper bag out of his jacket.
"You say he's inside?" When Jenna nodded, he and Sam picked up hammers that were on the floor.
"Close your eyes, we don't have extra safety goggles."
Jenna closed her eyes, she didn't want to get hurt.
The bricks were old and poorly constructed, and came down easily. Once Jenna heard them talking, she opened her eyes.
"Bingo. Sam, can you get the gas?"
"I'll be back."
Once they were alone, Jenna asked if he was really a FBI Agent.
"A special kind. We hunt things no one can touch."
"Like ghosts." Jenna shivered thinking about getting possessed. It was she was underwater.
"Plus shapeshifters, vampires, de-." Dean stopped himself, he didn't want to frighten her.
"Weird. I'm Jenna."
"I know." Sam watched her channel, the one about her dogs was one of the funniest Dean ever seen. "I'm Dean."
"Please to meet you Dean Clapton."
"Winchester. My name is Dean Winchester."
"Winchester? Like the haunted museum?"
Dean chuckled.
"Usually my name is associated with the gun."
"Well, my name isn't special or famous. It's Jenna M-" They were interrupted by Sam.
"I'm back." He was carrying a small gas can. "Had some trouble carrying this back, security had me detained for a few minutes. Luckily Supervisor Snyder had me cleared."
"Let's burn this bitch."
Jenna looked inside when Sam was holding up a flashlight. There was a skeleton wearing old fashion clothing. Jenna saw them pouring salt and gasoline on him. Just as they were going to light it, Jenna stopped them.
"Wait!" Jenna called out.
"What? Why?" Dean asked.
"Just listen. Please."
Jenna called out the ghost's name.
"Arthur. It's okay. It's over. The people who did this to you, they were punished. They all paid the price." Jenna took a deep breath. "Both Bert and the bank officer lost everything in the stock market and both died in World War Two. Bessie drank herself to death." Jenna stopped to catch her breath. "Bessie's biggest regret was turning her back on you. She always regretted it. She was enamoured with Bert's money and charm. But when you died she was scared of Bert. You see, he threatened to stop paying for her younger brother's treatment at the hospital if she told anyone. Her brother was eight and was sick. She felt like she didn't have a choice. Her brother lived but Bessie never stopped loving you. She died with your name on her lips. She wanted to tell her she was sorry, and it's okay if you never forgive her."
Arthur's ghost materialized in front of her. His ghost blinked a few times. Then he smiled sadly at Jenna.
He attempted to touch her cheek, but didn't. He looked back at the Winchesters and nodded his head. He smiled peacefully at Jenna before his ghost went up in flames.
Jenna looked at the spot were Arthur was, and felt a single tear going down her cheek.
"Jenna. How did you know all that?" Sam asked.
"My great grandfather told my grandma the story. When he was eight, he was sick with scarlet fever. He was raised by his sister, both their parents were dead. When he got sick, she had no money for his treatment, she was going broke paying the day to day expenses. Her fiance Arthur tried his best, but was unable to figure out why his company kept losing money. The construction company in the twenties was very lucrative in Los Angeles."
"So the poor bastard, I mean your great aunt's boyfriend was murdered when he figured out the truth." Greed always attracted vengeful spirits. Dean would know, he and Sam always found their ghosts wondering around, some who lost their fortune, others that were murdered, like this guy.
"Yep. Bessie didn't fight Bert when he charmed and dined her. At first she was helping Arthur set a trap, she was going to act as a cheating girlfriend. She didn't want to do it, she was loyal to Arthur. Then her younger brother got sick." She took a deep breath. "It cost her big in the end. Bert paid his hospital bills, including her bills. Then he found out what she was doing. He gave her a ultimatum. Kill Arthur, or her brother's health." Jenna closed her eyes. "She died with lots of regrets. She died in her sleep, choking on her own vomit." Jenna saw her picture, she was the same age as Jenna when she died.
"That sucks. Sorry about that."
"Thanks. I never met her, but my granny always said her father always supported Prohibition." She smiled shyly at Dean. "Mind walking me back to the Con? I don't want to be alone."
Sam couldn't help but watch as they joked back and forth. Jenna was young, but her and Dean had this chemistry.
"Well. We're here." Jenna almost sounded disappointed. "Thank you, for everything." She thanked them both, but couldn't stop staring at Dean. "Don't worry, I won't tell a soul." Jenna could have used this incident for her channel, but she didn't want to trace it back to Dean and his brother.
"You sure? I love to watch the parody versions of ourselves." Dean joked. "Just make sure the actor is a good looking as me. As for Sam, put antlers on some poor sucker."
Just when they were about to leave, both said the had other cases and needed to leave tonight.
"Our work is never done." Dean almost sounded regretful. "Be careful and stay away from dark places." He looked surprised and pleased when she handed him her number.
"I usually give away my channel name, and social medias. But for you, you can call me. That's my cell, as well as my email." She blushed at Dean's grin. "Take care, Agent Clapton."
She hoped Dean called, she was scared of calling him when he gave her his number. She waved goodbye as they walked away.
Despite having a few million followers on social media, she was actually shy in real life. Seeing a comment on her channel, she didn't think much of it. Then her text, "Agent Clapton" told her to follow that link.
User 'PieLover78' wrote on one of her videos a link to his favorite song.
'Don't tell anyone, especially my sibling, but this song reminds me of you.'
Fleetwood Mac's "Go Your Own Way" music video started playing.
Jenna couldn't help but sing that song all week. She never was a fan of old school rock, but Fleetwood Mac quickly became one of her favorite tracks on her Ipod.
They texted each other back and forth, occasionally talking long distance, Dean was always busy.
Jenna was slightly drunk when she sent the next link.
She sent him a text with a link to a private NSFW site. It was Jenna in a old school Hollywood glamour outfit with a few inches of extra leg showing. She didn't know why she sent it, but she figured she'll take that risk. She was surprised and laughed her head off a day later when Dean sent her a pic text back with him and his brother Sam dressed up as old school gangsters with cigarettes in their mouths, with them holding fake tommy guns. She sent him a laughing emoji and a heart with a extra kiss emoji.
They exchanged emails and often talked a lot long distance since then. She ran into Dean again when she was in Boston visiting relatives.
"Here you go, that will be $23.98."
Just before she could pull out her wallet, she saw a man playing a twenty and a ten on the cashier's hand.
"Keep the change."
Jenna looked back to protest, she wasn't a charity case. But when she saw who it was, she couldn't help but be happy.
"You!" She subconsciously hoped she had her hair and makeup on point. "Are you here on a case?"
Dean hands her a business card.
"John McVie, Insurance Agent. What brings you here in town?" Jenna asked, sipping her low fat iced grande.
"Just doing my job." He ordered a sandwich as well as a coffee. He flinched on the price. "For two things?!" The order totalled over fifteen bucks.
"Trust me. The food is worth it."
"Better fill me up." Dean grumbled. He follows Jenna to a nearby table. He takes a sugar packet and pours it in his coffee, as well as cream.
"Is it another vengeful spirit?" In Boston, who knows?
"Nothing like that. Sam and I are just on milk run."
Dean was in town looking for an ancient artifact in a museum. Bobby needed a rare to perform a magic spell, and asked Dean and Sam to find a old relic.
"Did you come to town to see me?" Jenna couldn't help but fell flattered. "I never told you I'm here visiting my aunt and uncle."
"Maybe." Dean teased. He smiled at her blush.
Jenna couldn't help but feel her face getting warm.
"If you need a place to cool off, there's a bar in town. It's nothing fancy, it's a townie bar that the college students go to. I used to play pool there whenever I needed to de-stress." Jenna hinted.
"Pool huh?" Dean gulps down his coffee and demolishes his sandwich. "Sounds fun."
'Hello! I'm giving you a hint!' She yelled in her head.
"My cousin and I are heading there for drinks later. We need to get away from the fam for the night. Maybe I'll see you there. Best beer on tap..." She waited for his response.
"Pool and beer? Sounds good to me." He gets up to stretch. "Give me the address. We won't be on the road till tomorrow anyways."
Jenna was cool when she gave him the address, inside she was squealing in excitement.
"Here. Don't bother dressing up." Seeing him wearing his suit. "It's very casual."
"Good." He takes her empty containers and puts them on his tray. "Guess I'll be seeing you."
Jenna was disappointed that Dean left without asking her out. She sighed. Never mind giving her a kiss. Sighing deeply, she takes her purse and jacket.
"Plan B then." She mumbled.
Later at some hole in a wall bar she frequented back when she was in college, she challenged Dean for a game of pool.
"Dammit." She missed that shot. "It was right there. Stupid ball." The white ball was literally next to the red one; and she still missed.
"Aww too bad. Now watch the master. Bull eyes!" He whooped as the ball went in. "Maybe you should practice more like your friend." Her cousin Mariah was holding her own with Sam, they were tied.
"Let's just play." She grumbled.
Dean and her played for fun. Then after a few games where Dean kicked her ass, she told him to make the game interesting. Twenty dollars a ball.
"Twenty dollars? You sure? You lost every game, and you barely touched your beer." Dean was in his third and was still kicking her ass.
"Jen are you sure?" Mariah and Sam were flirting, Mariah was trying to convince him to head to another bar by themselves afterwards.
"Money is always a good motivator. I hate losing it. Whatya say Winchester?"
"Dean is a shark. He'll play harder now." Sam warned. He saw Dean's smirk.
"I don't know how rich you are, but I do need a nice meal tomorrow." Dean saw a steakhouse.
"And I need new makeup. Rack em up." She looked at Mariah who looked worried. "I been practising! Relax." She smiled at Sam. "Hope you don't mind lending Dean a few bucks afterwards."
They played a few games, won a few, then afterwards Dean pocketed the money she lost.
"That was my travel money." Jenna groaned. Two hundred bucks gone in a poof.
"Sorry. I tried warning you." Sam hated seeing her expression.
"You owe me Jen." Mariah was grouchy, she lost her own money thanks to Dean who convinced her and Sam to play for cash as well.
Smug as hell, he told her to go back to practising.
"You should know better than to play with the big boys!" He gestured to a passing waitress. "Four beers! And keep the change!" Dean was riding high. "Anyone else for a game?!" He calls out to the bar.
"Will you excuse me?" Jenna pulls Mariah away. "We need to hit the ladies room." Once they left, Dean and Sam accept a challenge from a nearby table.
"Hey Clapton!" Jenna calls out after she came back twenty minutes later. She saw a guy angrily throwing a wad of cash in Dean's hand. "How about one more game. The stakes higher!"
"Jen! That's enough!" Mariah pulls her away.
Dean was smirking.
"Chicks. They never learn." She was broke, Dean was wondering what she was going to offer. He saw them arguing.
Sam just shrugged.
Jenna and Mariah argued for another minute. She begged Jenna to stop, she was drunk.
"I barely touched my beer!"
"You had three! Plus that martini!" A few guys bought them drinks, they felt sorry for them. They were watching their games.
"Just one more. After this, I'm done. I swear."
"Promise?"
"Take it easy on her." Sam saw Jenna swaying from the beers she had.
"I won't take advantage of her." Unlike the snakes eyeing her, they were calling her a cab. Making sure she and her friend got home safely. Dean and Sam straighten themselves when they came back.
"Sorry we took so long, we had to hit a ATM for cash." She holds up her purse. "Ahem." Jenna clears her throat. "Like I was saying." She slurred. "The final game." She stumbled backwards, bumping into Sam.
"Waitress! A black coffee!" Sam calls out.
"Hey. Maybe you should quit. We can wait till tomorrow to finish." She didn't look so good. Dean felt sorry for her.
"C'mon Clapchester." BURP. "Sorry!" She starts giggling. "I'm so thisty." She slurred. "Oh thank you." She takes a sip out of the bottle water Sam gave her. The bar's coffee machine was broken. "Like I was saying. One game. How bout a hundred dollars a ball. Plus my bracelet." She grins drunkenly. "It's a real Cartier. Worth a lot of money." She holds up her wrist. "Real diamonds."
"Fine." Dean was tempted. He hated to take advantage of a drunk woman, but that amount of money would pay for their expenses for months. "A hundred dollars a ball, plus the car." Dean had cash, but that bracelet cost a lot. Dean saw the amount of diamonds on it.
Before Jenna could answer, Sam pulls him away.
"Are you crazy! She might be scamming you. I seen her channel, she is actually a very good pool player. Real good. She won tournaments. She is playing you." Sam wondered if she was really drunk, she did skits on her channel.
"C'mon Sam, look at her, no way she is that good. She is just a little girl baby shark! Plus she's drunk!" Dean saw her friend pulling a shot away from her mouth. "I won games in every state in the country, except two, and I NEVER lost a game in one sitting. Watch me win that bracelet. We can pawn it and have enough money for the next four states."
Sam shook his head, he had a feeling they would be riding buses till they get a new ride.
"It better be worth it." Sam was glad he only had one beer. He reluctantly follows Dean to the pool table.
"Ready Babe?" Dean takes out his wallet and car keys. He puts both down on the table.
"Yep." Jenna puts down her purse and takes off her bracelet. "Mr Hero, rack em up." She nodded at Mariah and Sam. Both stood near the prizes. Instantly she sobered up. "I'll be solids. Let's play."
Jenna was younger than both of them, but she was good. Real good. Dean was looking frazzled and pissed when she got ball after ball. Even with Dean trying to distract her, she never lost her concentration.
"The hell. How?" She kept hitting every ball, none missed, or even accidentally hit Dean's stripes.
"Like I said earlier. Money is a good motivator." She casually says, hitting purple number four. "Not bad." When Dean rubbed his pool stick in a suggestive way, she ignored him. "Dammit." Her ball just missed.
"My turn."
CLACK!
Eventually the last ball was there. The 8 ball. The ball looked impossible to hit, it was behind stripe number 15. It looked like Dean was going to win if she missed it. The ball Dean needed was right in front of it. Other than the jukebox playing the bar was quiet. Every patron plus the staff were watching. Dean's car keys were on the bar along Jenna's bracelet, with the twelve hundred bucks.
"Double or nothing Babe." Dean taunts.
Jenna just scoffs.
"Every Hero falls once in awhile." She taunts back.
Sam was holding his breath. Looking at Jenna, he realized that he and Dean might have just been hustled. Was she really drunk?
"Just how many beers did she have?" He whispered to Mariah.
"Shh."
Jenna staring into Dean's eyes blew him a kiss. Then she angled herself in what looked like a weird pretzel position. The ball bounced around the table.
"Miss. Miss. Miss." Dean whispered.
Like slow motion, the ball bounced around the table.
It hit Sam what her one of her college degrees was. She talked about it in her blog. She had a minor in mathematics.
The entire bar was on its feet, one guy was chewing his nails.
Then her ball, burgundy number 7 came thisclose to touching Dean's ball.
CLACK!
It hit the 8 ball dead on and the ball went in. The whole bar cheered. Dean just stood there white faced. Losing the money was one thing. But Baby? He looked at Jenna murderously. Jenna smiled at him and held out her hand for her money, bracelet, and new car keys.
"Sorry Babe. Looks like I won. Thanks for giving my money back, plus the new wheels. You can give me my pinks right now." (Car ownership papers.)
She and Mariah pick up the money.
"Barkeep! Buy these two a beer!" She grabs the Impala's keys. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of her."
Jenna walked out of the bar with her friend laughing. She heard footsteps behind her and smiled. She knew who that was. When she turned around Dean and Sam were standing behind her. Sam looked embarrassed and Dean looked like he was ready to commit homicide.
"My car keys. Now. Jokes over."
Jenna just stared up at him with a smirk. "Fair is fair. Winner takes all."
Dean looked like he was ready to kill her. Sam, the peacemaker tried to negotiate.
"Jenna, I know you won the money fair and square, but the car is our ride. We will be stuck here without it. Please."
"No."
Sam looked bewildered. A group of guys that were standing outside smoking walked up to them to defend Jenna and her friend from these two older creeps.
"You heard the lady. She said no."
Dean with his face red with his fist clenched was ready for a fight. Lucky for him Sam pulled him away.
"It's cool. We're just leaving. C'mon Dean."
Jenna just watched them walking back towards the bar defeated. Mariah asked her what they are going to do now. Jenna was holding the keys.
"Let's go for a joyride."
They wave goodbye as they ride away, both watching the brothers getting smaller from the rearview window.
"I can't believe they fell for that." The bar sold non-alcoholic beers. Jenna's martini was just water.
"It's worth having a few friends in town." Mariah slipped away to bribe the bartender to give them virgin drinks. The mugs were easily to identify, they were a different design than the ones with alcohol. "You sure this will work?"
"I waited long enough. He'll be back."
The next few hours were fun. They took the Impala and drove all over Boston. They had fun laughing and driving and having a good time. Mariah was asking about Dean's brother. If he was seeing anyone. Jenna told her he was single. They had stopped at a all night convenience store and bought slushees and junk food. Tonight was a night to celebrate. After she dropped off Mariah, she went home. She wasn't surprised to see Dean standing in her uncle's driveway. She never told him where she lived, but she knew how smart and clever The Winchesters were. After driving through the gate she drove towards Dean and stopped just inches of Dean's legs. She waited for him to make the first move.
Dean walked towards the driver's window and knocked. Jenna ever the lady, had checked the mirror, doubled checked if there was lipstick and food in her teeth, and when she was satisfied she rolled down the window.
"Yes?"
"You had your fun. But my brother was serious. This is our ride. I need this car. It was the last thing my dad gave me before he died."
"Okay."
Dean was surprised. He was expecting a argument, but Jenna just handed him the keys. She gestured him to move so she can get out.
"I was waiting for you to make the first move, since you didn't, I had to take the inventive. I like you Dean. I like you a lot. I want you to ask me out. I want to see what's underneath those flannel layers you wear."
Then Jenna pulled his head down so she could kiss him.
Once they were done kissing, Jenna looks deeply in his eyes.
"You hustled me. Didn't you." Dean was dazed from the kiss.
"Shut up and kiss me again."
The next few weeks were a blur. Since Jenna was self employed, she was free to do what she wanted. She came along with Sam and Dean on their hunts. They had warned her it was dangerous, but Jenna said she wasn't worried. If she could get possessed by a ghost, win a cool car and take a ride with two wanted criminals, she was set.
"Like I said, it's dangerous." Dean warned. They were heading to Tennessee, there was reports of a unknown monster chasing old married couples.
"I heard of that legend." Supposedly it was a guy that was locked up in his parents home back in the late 1700s. Considered a 'freak,' his parents were too ashamed to let him be seen in public. Tragically back then people with disabilities were locked away in shame. Local legends say he escaped by killing his parents and disappearing into the woods screaming his head off, never to be seen again. People today say he comes out at night attacking older couples screaming about his freedom.
"Whatever it is, the legend stays a legend."
She used the trip for a travel log for her followers but was very vague on the details. Her subscribers loved it. She gained a couple thousand new followers. Since she was riding with them she helped finance the trip. She and Dean also fooled around in the back seat. When they got intimate for the first time, they rented a hotel room.
"This room." Dean couldn't help but admire it. It wasn't a dump like the rooms he usually stayed in.
"No offence, but I can't stand sleeping on an another fleabag motel." She wasn't cruel, she paid for Sam's room downstairs. She was scared, its been a long time since she was with someone other her ex. When she felt Dean's arms, her fears went out the window.
"Don't worry, we'll take this slow." When Dean kissed her, they fall in the king sized bed.
She found herself falling in love with him. Dean must have felt the same way. After the summer ended and when Dean dropped her off in her condo in LA, he told her he really liked her, but warned her his relationships never worked out due to his job.
"I wish the summer never ended. It was a amazing two months." Jenna hated that it was over. Dean had to return to wherever the road took him. She waved to Sam who was sitting in the front seat.
"You know this will never work." Cassie, Lisa, Anna, plus the women he left behind. "I can never give you the life you deserve." There will always be another case, another cry for help. He was holding her in his arms. The way she looked at him, no girl ever made him feel this way. "Forget about me. Trust me." Dean's voice cracked when he said that.
"I heard the same thing from him." He was special, but they wanted two different things.
"That was different."
"Isn't it?" Jenna shook her head. "I had my career, he wanted something I wasn't ready for. He ran, leaving me alone." She still remembered the pain. She forced herself to forget. It was still raw. She sighed as Dean squeezed her closer.
"I'm not him." Dean didn't know who he was, but already hated him.
"I know." She looks up into Dean's eyes. "I don't care how hard this is. I'm willing to wait for you." She smiled a shaky smile. "I know what I feel."
"Me too." He knew Sam was watching, he didn't care. "It won't be easy. I may be gone for months at a time."
"Then I could come to you." Jenna had a car, but she also had money. "Whatever, or whenever, we'll make it work."
Dean looked like he wanted to say something, but closed his mouth. Instead, he kisses her.
"No matter what." Dean finishes.
She waves goodbye as they drove away. Jenna wanted to tell him she was in love with him, but held back. Instead she decided to wait till he comes back in person.
Two years later were still going strong. The long distance thing was very tough, it was harder than they thought.
She met Piper, Sam's new girlfriend a few months after they met. When Dean picked her up, Sam and her just made it official and her sisters were throwing them a surprise dinner.
"So you are witches? Cool." Jenna was open-minded, that summer she was with Dean, she saw weird shit. "So do you ride on broomsticks? I'm kidding!" She saw Phoebe's expression. "I know some people that are wiccan." Some of her fellow influencers were very serious about their faith.
"Actually you're right." Phoebe and her sisters told them about the time when they met their baby ancestor. "To scare away the witch hunters, I did the whole witch stereotype. The broomstick and all." She made the room laugh with the story on how she flew in front of a full moon, cackling away with a black pointy hat.
"Yeah, the Halloween thing is all your fault." Thanks to Phoebe, black clothed witches adorned Halloween decor, riding on broomsticks. Both Prue and Piper teased her for months.
"So you're a influencer." Tell me about it. Paige worked as a social worker, but was trying to find a new career.
"It's harder than it looks. Plus it's based on luck and timing." Jenna considered herself lucky. Even for her, she could fade back in obscurity anytime.
She and the sisters had a good convo, they ended up as friends almost immediately.
"Dean told me about the supernatural. Plus that time I got possessed. Tell me, is there anything more? You know, like monsters, haunted houses, cursed objects. Don't worry, I can keep a secret. I doubt the world is ready to know about the supernatural." Jenna kept that a secret from her audience. Luckily what was talked about on YouShare was nothing more than conspiracy theories and illusions.
"There is more. Much more." Paige was happy to talk about new things, she hated keeping secrets.
"Yeah. This world is a lot bigger than you think." Piper fills her in.
She was surprised that powerful magic existed, not to mention Heaven, Hell, The Underworld, Angels, Demons, Witches, and many other supernatural creatures and worlds. When she found out God existed she was floored.
"He's Real. Holy sh-." Ahem. "I mean, wow." She crossed her chest. She wasn't religious, but grew up around it.
"I doubt God cares." Piper swore at the sky sometimes. She dreamed about having a normal life, but now she can't have it. With Armageddon coming, they had to prepare.
"Revelations is on Its way." Prue hated bearing the bad news.
"Well that sucks." She felt Dean's hand squeezing it. "What else is out there."
"There is potion making, then..."
When she met Jack later on, she was surprised to see a kid. He looked like he was her age.
"You're Jack?" She came along with Dean on a case, Sam wasn't with them, he was sick with a flu. "Where's your wings?" She thought all angels had wings.
"Castiel always said that our true forms are too much for human eyes." Jack was sad to know that humans lost that ability years ago. Angels and humans once walked and worked together. "I do have them, they are just invisible."
"Hmm." Dean already told her about his parentage. That he was Lucifer's son.
"He's a good kid. He's nothing like him. If you meet his uncles, the other archangels, you can judge them for yourself."
Her religious grandparents would be pissed that everything they believed wasn't true. Michael, Gabriel, Raphael. Awesome guys. She wasn't a fan of Raphael, but liked Gabriel. He was hilarious.
"So let me get this straight. You abducted a college student, and made him dance with a alien?" She couldn't help it, she starts laughing.
"He deserved it. Believe me." No way was he telling her about the more severe 'punishments.'
Michael was polite, but Jenna thought he needed to loosen up.
"So your idea of fun is to study stars? Okay." She took astronomy in college, it was a easy credit. "What else do you like to do?"
"I play chess."
"Sounds good." She played chess, but not that often.
As for the other archangels, she was polite to them.
Raphael was very stiff and a bit rude. Except to Jack, she saw them talking seriously about a book. Around Jack is the only time she saw his vessel smile.
Then Jack's father, Lucifer.
She wasn't sure what to think of him. She didn't hate him, but she wondered about him. There must have been something about him, since Jack loved him. Gabriel always said the bible got many things wrong, Lucifer always said he was the original scrapegoat. The world blamed him for everything.
Then their Father.
That was the ultimate paradox. Who was He? Why was He doing this? Why wasn't He ever around? Why did He let bad things happen?
She had so many questions.
She was standing on her balcony. She was waiting for a proposal, since Dean recently bought a house. She loved LA, but she was getting tired of the superficial fakeness of the people who lived here. She loved the town of Lawrence, Kansas, where Dean and Sam lived. It was a nice town. It had the city feel, but it had that hometown feeling. She knew Sam was planning to propose to Piper, since Paige accidentally spilled the beans. But since Phoebe had that vision about God, Sam's plans were shelved. She hoped Phoebe got better soon. She had a dreadful feeling that she was in great danger.
She gave Dean one last chance. If he flakes out on her again one more time it was over.