Deans Family!!

Death and Comfort - 4

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     "Is Amara ready to go?" Dean asked while grabbing the diper bag. They spent another day at the motel just so they could recover. Dean had called Sam and knew that he was okay and had gone back to the bunker.

     "Yup, I think we're all set!" Jenna said happily while cradling the child. She had grown to love Amara so much, and same went for Dean. She might not have understood the whole Supernatural thing, but she had a pretty good idea.

    "Good," he said smiling and kissing Jenna lightly on the lips. He loved her, both Jenna and Amara. He loved holding Amara in his hands and seeing her just had him, as a man once told him, "the happiest man on the face of the earth"

     They left the motel smiling and the manager just smiled back, knowing that the last time that Dean had saved his life, he was far from happy. Now, Dean looked like he hit the lottery.

     As they got into the car, Dean notice that Jenna seemed tense. "Hey," he said with concern, "what's wrong?" He knew her long enough to know when something was up.

     "My grandma, she hasn't been answering her phone and I'm just worried. She normally doesn't leave the house and I tried her cell and," she said cut off by Dean.

     "Don't worry, we'll get there in about 4 hours. Don't worry, she's probably fine." He said. But deep down in his hit, he knew that her grandmother, was probably dead.

     The 4 hours seemed like 4 days. Dean had kept quite for the whole ride, only talking when Amara had pouted to coo at her and play. Jenna and Dean had switch when Dean made it obvious he couldn't drive after he almost ran into the sign in front of the motel.

     When they got to the house, Dean had given Amara back to Jenna. "You promise that you are going to call," Jenna said worriedly. She had known Dean for only a short time, but still, she worried about him like a worried wife.

     "Yeah, I promise. And call if anything goes wrong okay?" Dean asked back.

     "okay," she says quietly. She didn't want to leave Dean, not after the last 2 nights. But they made a promise that after everything was over, he would come back.

"I'll walk you to the house," Dean said. He didn't want to leave Jenna. Not after everything that they had been through. She smiled and took Amara from him and they both started towards the house. When they reached the door, Jenna rang the door bell.

No answer. She rang again. No answer. "Grandma?" She tried feeling worry flush over her, "hey it's Jenna," she said.

Dean knew something wasn't right. When the door didn't open, he pulled out his gun and tried the door. It opened. "Stay here." He said quietly. He walked throughout the house searching for Jenna's grandmother.

When he stepped into the kitchen, he found her, on the floor blood covering her everywhere. He could see stab marks. Demons. He went back outside and he looked at Jenna, was looked worried sick. "Is she there?!?" She asked. Dean looked down at his feet, and then looked at Jenna with the "I'm really sorry for you loss look" her eyes got big. She shoved Amara into Deans arms and ran inside the house. She sprinted to the kitchen, only to fin her dead grandmother in the floor.

She just stared for a min before bursting into tears and dropped to her knees. Jenna's parents had left her when she was a baby, and her grandmother raised her. She was her mother. But know she was dead. Murdered. Out of the corner of her eyes and through her tears, she could see Dean coming and kneeling beside her.

"Shhhhhhh" he said holding her. She balled into his shirt until she had no tears left. "It's okay, everything's going to be fine." Dean said trying to comfort her. He knew what it felt like to loose a parent. When Jenna's cries became whimpers, Dean had stood up and cleaned up. He took he grandmother out back and buried her. Jenna couldn't watch so she and Amara went back to the car.

"Are you going to be okay?" Dean asked after getting in the car. Jenna nodded and shifted over to him. There was no divider in the middle, so her rest her head on his shoulder. Jenna held on to Amara while Dean drove. He was well enough now.

"The demons know now that you are with us, I thinks it's best if you stay at the Bunker with us until we get this all figured out. Is that okay?" Dean asked softly. Jenna just nodded and fell a sleep on his shoulder. Amara was fast a sleep as well. Dean kissed the top of Jenna's head and kept driving. He put the radio on softly so it could play as back ground music.

"Carry on my wayward son, they'll be peace when you are done, lay your weary head to rest. Don't you cry no more. "