Hunters Don't Cry (Supernatural Fanfic)

Chapter Sixteen

The second we entered the woods, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. However short-lived it might be, this was the first time I had truly felt any safety at all. 

We ran straight towards where we had seen the town. It was a grueling trek, and I had to be constantly on my guard. Surprisingly, no one showed up in those dark woods besides us.

That troubled me. After everything they had done, to just let me go? Something was wrong. My mind raced with possibilities as I ran, but only one solution seemed logical. They were scared of me. I could have laughed at loud at that thought, but I was breathing too hard to do so.

My thoughts turned tactical after that. What was the strategy once we got in town? Well, first priority was safety. No way in hell was I ever getting captured again. Not without a fight at least. I smiled a little, remembering the feeling of being unstoppable. With my newly found abilities, no demon would come near me without regretting the decision immediately after. But my powers might not be enough. So, first we'd get a hotel room, then we'd line the doors and windows with salt. Then, well, then we'd call Sam and Dean.

Just the thought of them made me perk up. Seeing them again would be one of the greatest moments of my life. Even just thinking about it made me feel a relief and happiness that was almost tangible.

I couldn't really think much about what I would do after. I guess it seemed surreal that I was free. Really free. I hadn't felt that in weeks. Months, even. Sure, I hadn't been kidnapped that long, but angels breathing down my throat with the threat of kidnapping me didn't feel too much better. I laughed another crazily euphoric laugh at the thought.

I felt invincible.

I don't know how long we ran, but before I knew it, we had reached the town. We crept carefully through the shadowy back alleys until we reached a motel, making a quick stop at a diner where I swiped about ten salt shakers. I was very nervous about checking in, worrying that demons would be waiting there. It turned out to be a calculated risk that paid off, however, when we entered the room without trouble.

The first thing I did once we were inside was create a thick line of salt using the stolen salt shakers along the windows and doors. Once this was done, I collapsed into the bed, breathing deeply for what I think was the first time that night.

The woman sat down numbly beside me, staring disbelievingly at her hands with empty eyes. I stared at her from the corner of my eye until she said in a broken whisper, "I'm sorry."

My eyes softened with concern as I realized for the first time what this woman had gone through. For the first time, I really took a look at her. She was about twenty-five, with long dark lashes framing round eyes that were clouded with fear. There were too many lines around her eyes, like she was older than she actually was. I'm sure before all of this she was exotically beautiful with her dark eyes and complexion, but now she just looked empty and afraid.

I managed a concerned smile. "It's alright," I said. "Hey, I never even got your name."

"It's Jenna," she murmured. Her eyes seemed to be attached permanently to her shoes. "I was awake for it, you know. I couldn't-" here her voice broke, but she quickly regained herself. "I couldn't control my body. I saw what they did to you... Hell, I participated..." I noticed tears brimming in her eyes. "God, I'm so sorry."