You remember Jenna right? That Sheriff who took in baby Amara? So you remember how she died. You remember how Amara ate her soul right? But do remember that adorable sene where it was just Dean, Jenna, and baby Amara? They were walking up to Jenna's...
Before I get started, I'd like to say that, I'm not a very good author, so if this is bad I'm really sorry. I don't own Supernatural or any of their characters. I'm starting with the beginning of season 11 on this one. Just changing the entire season 11. Thanks for reading though!!! {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
"Her name..." The man said in pain. "Her name is Amara." He could feel the poison running through his veins, burning inside of him, telling him only one thing, kill them all. But he had to be strong. Strong for Amara, strong for his wife, strong for his family.
"Get back!" Dean said cautiously. His gun was raised high and proud. The virus that was affecting these people, it was horrible. Croatian was what he had thought of first but as soon as he saw these people die right there on the spot, and he knew that there was definitely something else going on.
He and Jenna moved cautiously around the dying man and stepped out of the building. The father fell to the group and died. Right there on the spot. "Get in the car," Dean said almost running to get the door open for Jenna and the baby. "Do you have any relatives that you can go to?" Dean asked starting his baby up again.
"Yeah, my grandma lives about a 2 days drive about east of here. She will let me stay there," Jenna said. She held on to the infant in her arms like her life depended on it. She was so tiny and innocent, it was like she was an angel. Like there was nothing that could ever hurt this little baby girl she held in her arms.
--------20 min later---------
Jenna turned and looked at Dean after about 20 minuets of driving. "How are you and your brother so..." She trailed off no really knowing what to say. Both of them acted like this was no big deal while she was freaking out.
"Calm?" He asked back. There was a small smile on his face now. "Me and my brother grew up in this life, there are things out there that kill people that this little ones parents." He put his hand over the tiny babies head. "Monsters." He said. Dean reached over and put his hand over Jenna's hand. "You going to be okay?" He asked. 3 week, that's it. That's how long she has been on the job, poor girl.
"Yeah, I guess. I mean, Amara should be able to help me." Jenna said. She moved the blanket out of the child's face. "She so innocent, it hard to imagine that someone would want to hurt something so..." She trailed off again.
"Perfect?" Dean said back. Jenna smiled. "Yeah." He was cute to. The baby was tiny and gorgeous, but so was Dean. The way he would look at Amara gave Jenna goose bumps. He barley knew the kid, but she could see the love in his eyes.
Dean looked at Jenna again. She was pretty. He thought to himself. For the first time that day, he felt like himself again. The way her blue eyes contrasted with her dark brown hair made Dean feel the spark he craved so much.
"Try to get some sleep," Dean said. To Jenna. The baby was sleeping. "You both must be exhausted. Try to get some shut eye. I'll wake you up when we get to the next gas station. Okay?" Dean said smiling. "Yeah, that sound amazing." Jenna said back.
"Goodnight beautiful," Dean said putting his hand over Amara's head. "Sweet dreams." Jenna smiled. "Night." She said.
"Goodnight Jenna." Dean said. He watch the road and soon, Jenna was fast asleep. She was beautiful. Both of them were. "Goodnight Beautiful." He said one last time.
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