Hell's Most Wanted
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Category:
Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,549
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
Epilogue
Thank you Zab for making this story far more pleasant to read without all the spelling and grammar mistakes!!
A/N I'm planning to write a sequel to this story sometime in the near future.
Jenna woke in complete darkness. The smell of burnt hair filled her nose. She wondered what had happened, the last thing she remembered was saying goodbye to Dean, and preparing to shoot him. Then nothing...
"You're in Hell." A man's voice slithered out from the darkness.
Jenna tried to sit up and see who had spoken but her wrists and ankles were tied.
"I'm not dead! How could I be in Hell?" Jenna asked, trying not to panic.
"You are very dead, my dear. Sam Winchester blew the top off your pretty little head." The voice said. Jenna heard footsteps coming towards her. The voice continued, "You have failed your father Jenna, and for that you must be punished."
Jenna screamed and it echoed for an eternity.
30 YEARS IN HELL LATER....
Jenna was an artist really, one of the greats, and this girl was to be her masterpiece. She looked down at the poor soul she was torturing. Jenna remembered all the years she had spent in the same position this girl was in now, and almost shuddered, then she pushed it out of her thoughts.
The girl hadn't stopped screaming since Jenna had started and frankly it was getting old, so she took a rag soaked in the girl's blood and stuffed it in her mouth. "There, that's better." Jenna said softly as she picked up a thin blade and bent to finish the intricate pattern she was carving into her victim's rib bones.
Suddenly the door to the chamber opened and Jenna wondered who would dare interrupt her work.
"Jenna, something magnificent has happened." Her little spy said as he came rushing in.
"What?" Jenna demanded, waiting to hear the answer before deciding whether or not to put him on her table in the girl's place.
"Lucifer has finally succeeded, he walks the Earth! Now all his minions are free to join him up above in bringing the Apocalypse." Her spy said, fairly gushing.
"Well done." Jenna said, walking out of the chamber.
"What do you want me to do now my lady?" Her pathetic spy called after her. She didn't bother to answer, she didn't need him anymore. Jenna had far more pressing things on her mind, like finding a body on Earth to possess before she hunted down Dean Winchester again, and this time it was he who wouldn't survive.
A/N I'm planning to write a sequel to this story sometime in the near future.
Jenna woke in complete darkness. The smell of burnt hair filled her nose. She wondered what had happened, the last thing she remembered was saying goodbye to Dean, and preparing to shoot him. Then nothing...
"You're in Hell." A man's voice slithered out from the darkness.
Jenna tried to sit up and see who had spoken but her wrists and ankles were tied.
"I'm not dead! How could I be in Hell?" Jenna asked, trying not to panic.
"You are very dead, my dear. Sam Winchester blew the top off your pretty little head." The voice said. Jenna heard footsteps coming towards her. The voice continued, "You have failed your father Jenna, and for that you must be punished."
Jenna screamed and it echoed for an eternity.
30 YEARS IN HELL LATER....
Jenna was an artist really, one of the greats, and this girl was to be her masterpiece. She looked down at the poor soul she was torturing. Jenna remembered all the years she had spent in the same position this girl was in now, and almost shuddered, then she pushed it out of her thoughts.
The girl hadn't stopped screaming since Jenna had started and frankly it was getting old, so she took a rag soaked in the girl's blood and stuffed it in her mouth. "There, that's better." Jenna said softly as she picked up a thin blade and bent to finish the intricate pattern she was carving into her victim's rib bones.
Suddenly the door to the chamber opened and Jenna wondered who would dare interrupt her work.
"Jenna, something magnificent has happened." Her little spy said as he came rushing in.
"What?" Jenna demanded, waiting to hear the answer before deciding whether or not to put him on her table in the girl's place.
"Lucifer has finally succeeded, he walks the Earth! Now all his minions are free to join him up above in bringing the Apocalypse." Her spy said, fairly gushing.
"Well done." Jenna said, walking out of the chamber.
"What do you want me to do now my lady?" Her pathetic spy called after her. She didn't bother to answer, she didn't need him anymore. Jenna had far more pressing things on her mind, like finding a body on Earth to possess before she hunted down Dean Winchester again, and this time it was he who wouldn't survive.