Hell's Most Wanted
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Category:
Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,548
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Supernatural or any of the character's except Jenna. I do not make any money from this story
Chapter 4
As always thanks go to my beta Zab
Dean was scared, horrified. He had just spent the night trapped in the arms of a crazy woman. Who said 'I love you' to someone after a one night stand? He hadn't gotten any sleep, every time he tried to untangle himself from her she woke up and tightened her grip to keep him from escaping. Finally when the sun came up Dean couldn't stand it anymore. He sat up, flinging her arm off him.
"What are you doing?" Jenna asked groggily.
"Just going back to my room for a shower." He lied.
"You can take one here."
"Um....okay...sure." Dean said. His mind raced with escape plans, but he didn't want to piss her off and have her start stalking him or something. Finally he decided to turn the shower on, and slip out the bathroom window.
"There's some towels in the closet." Jenna said as he got out of bed.
"This one?" Dean asked as he opened the closet closest to him.
Jenna bolted up on the bed. "No! Not that one!" She yelled.
Too late. Dean already had it open, and came face to face with a shelf full of candles, a large bowl, at least two dozen pictures of him, and a suspicious clump of short dark hair that looked like his.
"What the fuck is this?" Dean yelled. Now he was truly freaked out, and even more scared than he was when faced with ghosts, vampires, and werewolves combined.
"It's not what it looks like!" Jenna said, desperately trying to come up with a lie that would make everything ok.
"So then its not some kind of creepy stalker shrine of me?" Dean asked sarcastically, "how long have you been following me?"
"I'm not stalking you, I'm trying to protect you!" Jenna cried.
"From what? What could you possibly protect me from?" Dean said as he pulled his clothes on in a hurry.
"The devil, he put a price on your head."
"And how would you have found out about it? You're not a demon, I put holy water in your drink last night to make sure."
Jenna didn't think this was the right moment to tell him about her ancestry. "The devil....well he sort of...hired me to kill you."
Dean shook his head, "I'm so out of here."
"No! I love you! You can't leave!" Jenna said, sobbing hysterically. Tears mixed with snot started running down her face.
Dean paid her no attention and headed toward the door, he didn't know exactly what was going on here but it wasn't good.
"You can't leave me! I was going to go up against the devil for you, for Christ's sake!" Jenna screamed. Dean didn't see her reach in the drawer beside the bed and pull out a .45. He did hear her cock it, and dived to the floor a split second before a hole exploded in the door where his head had been.
"Shit!" Dean yelled, his ears ringing from the blast.
Jenna climbed off the bed, gun pointed at Dean's head.
"I don't want to kill you my love." Jenna almost whispered. Usually Dean thought naked chicks with guns were hot but not when the chick was out of her fucking mind, and the gun was pointed at him.
"I don't want you to kill me either." Dean said, silently cursing himself for not having his gun on him.
"Then why are you being so mean to me? You were trying to leave me!"
"Uh...I was just scared." Dean's mind was working overtime to think of something to say to this nut so she wouldn't shoot him. "I was scared of my feelings...for you." He added.
"Oh Dean! I knew it! I knew we were meant to be together!" Jenna rushed to where he was crouched on the floor, and started hugging and kissing him. Dean had to force himself not to cringe away from her. The gun was still in her right hand, resting against his side. Dean sat back a bit, letting his hands slide down Jenna's arms until they held her wrists.
"This is the first day of the rest of our lives together Dean." Jenna said.
"I don't think so." Dean said, as he jerked Jenna's wrist away, so the gun was no longer pointed at him. With his other hand he released her and swung, punching her in the face.
Her nose seemed to explode, blood spraying the wall and his face, but it didn't knock her out like he had expected. Instead she jabbed him, right in the eye, then grabbed his hand that held her wrist. Tears ran down Dean's face and he couldn't open his injured eye. The bones in his hand felt like they would break, she was impossibly strong. Dean knew Jenna wasn't a demon, but she wasn't human either. They struggled but Jenna's grip on him was too strong, and Dean was forced to let her wrist go. Jenna swung the gun around until it was pressed against Dean's temple.
"Goodbye my love, give the Devil my best." Jenna said.
Dean couldn't believe it was going to end like this. Out of all the monsters that he had gone up against, this woman was the one who had gotten the better of him. Suddenly the top half of Jenna's head exploded. Dean saw it a split second before he heard the blast. Her body hit the floor with a sick thud. Blood, bone, and other things that he didn't even want to know about covered him and the wall. With his one good eye Dean saw Sammy through the hole in the door.
"What took you so long?" Dean demanded.
Dean was scared, horrified. He had just spent the night trapped in the arms of a crazy woman. Who said 'I love you' to someone after a one night stand? He hadn't gotten any sleep, every time he tried to untangle himself from her she woke up and tightened her grip to keep him from escaping. Finally when the sun came up Dean couldn't stand it anymore. He sat up, flinging her arm off him.
"What are you doing?" Jenna asked groggily.
"Just going back to my room for a shower." He lied.
"You can take one here."
"Um....okay...sure." Dean said. His mind raced with escape plans, but he didn't want to piss her off and have her start stalking him or something. Finally he decided to turn the shower on, and slip out the bathroom window.
"There's some towels in the closet." Jenna said as he got out of bed.
"This one?" Dean asked as he opened the closet closest to him.
Jenna bolted up on the bed. "No! Not that one!" She yelled.
Too late. Dean already had it open, and came face to face with a shelf full of candles, a large bowl, at least two dozen pictures of him, and a suspicious clump of short dark hair that looked like his.
"What the fuck is this?" Dean yelled. Now he was truly freaked out, and even more scared than he was when faced with ghosts, vampires, and werewolves combined.
"It's not what it looks like!" Jenna said, desperately trying to come up with a lie that would make everything ok.
"So then its not some kind of creepy stalker shrine of me?" Dean asked sarcastically, "how long have you been following me?"
"I'm not stalking you, I'm trying to protect you!" Jenna cried.
"From what? What could you possibly protect me from?" Dean said as he pulled his clothes on in a hurry.
"The devil, he put a price on your head."
"And how would you have found out about it? You're not a demon, I put holy water in your drink last night to make sure."
Jenna didn't think this was the right moment to tell him about her ancestry. "The devil....well he sort of...hired me to kill you."
Dean shook his head, "I'm so out of here."
"No! I love you! You can't leave!" Jenna said, sobbing hysterically. Tears mixed with snot started running down her face.
Dean paid her no attention and headed toward the door, he didn't know exactly what was going on here but it wasn't good.
"You can't leave me! I was going to go up against the devil for you, for Christ's sake!" Jenna screamed. Dean didn't see her reach in the drawer beside the bed and pull out a .45. He did hear her cock it, and dived to the floor a split second before a hole exploded in the door where his head had been.
"Shit!" Dean yelled, his ears ringing from the blast.
Jenna climbed off the bed, gun pointed at Dean's head.
"I don't want to kill you my love." Jenna almost whispered. Usually Dean thought naked chicks with guns were hot but not when the chick was out of her fucking mind, and the gun was pointed at him.
"I don't want you to kill me either." Dean said, silently cursing himself for not having his gun on him.
"Then why are you being so mean to me? You were trying to leave me!"
"Uh...I was just scared." Dean's mind was working overtime to think of something to say to this nut so she wouldn't shoot him. "I was scared of my feelings...for you." He added.
"Oh Dean! I knew it! I knew we were meant to be together!" Jenna rushed to where he was crouched on the floor, and started hugging and kissing him. Dean had to force himself not to cringe away from her. The gun was still in her right hand, resting against his side. Dean sat back a bit, letting his hands slide down Jenna's arms until they held her wrists.
"This is the first day of the rest of our lives together Dean." Jenna said.
"I don't think so." Dean said, as he jerked Jenna's wrist away, so the gun was no longer pointed at him. With his other hand he released her and swung, punching her in the face.
Her nose seemed to explode, blood spraying the wall and his face, but it didn't knock her out like he had expected. Instead she jabbed him, right in the eye, then grabbed his hand that held her wrist. Tears ran down Dean's face and he couldn't open his injured eye. The bones in his hand felt like they would break, she was impossibly strong. Dean knew Jenna wasn't a demon, but she wasn't human either. They struggled but Jenna's grip on him was too strong, and Dean was forced to let her wrist go. Jenna swung the gun around until it was pressed against Dean's temple.
"Goodbye my love, give the Devil my best." Jenna said.
Dean couldn't believe it was going to end like this. Out of all the monsters that he had gone up against, this woman was the one who had gotten the better of him. Suddenly the top half of Jenna's head exploded. Dean saw it a split second before he heard the blast. Her body hit the floor with a sick thud. Blood, bone, and other things that he didn't even want to know about covered him and the wall. With his one good eye Dean saw Sammy through the hole in the door.
"What took you so long?" Dean demanded.