Under the Crossroads

Chapter Six

Jen walked among the junk cars, recognizing every model and make ever made. Being as old as she was had a few perks, especially when playing Trivial Pursuit with the guys. However, the most amazing thing she had witnessed was the technological progress humanity had made. Cars were one of her favorites, though. If she ever made it back to her old base, she had a baby blue 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air collecting dust and in desperate need of a tune-up. Her only car purchase in her entire life, and she hoped to keep the one she had in pristine condition.

It had been a couple months since the 'Mystery Spot' incident, and they had a couple of run-ins while Sam searched desperately for a way to rescue his brother from his fate. The closest they came was while dealing with Doc Benton, the real-life Frankenstein's monster. She remembered hunting him years prior, but never getting as close as John Winchester or his sons had, and it was quite impressive. However, while having the key to eternal life, Dean didn't want it. Not if he would end up just like Benton.

Jen sighed as she continued walking through the waves of cars, trying to remember where she had hidden the surprise she had purchased. As she came across it, finally, her cell phone rang. She looked around, making sure neither of the boys were within earshot, before she answered, "Yes, sir?"

"I'm quite surprised, my dear," came His voice over the phone. "I did not expect you to answer immediately. Are you alone, or do you miss me?"

Jen sighed keeping a smile plastered on her face in case he had sent someone to spy on her. While the calls had become less strained between them, it did not make her dislike the demon any less. "I'm alone," she replied truthfully, since an honest answer about missing him could get her in hot water.

"Hmmm," he purred thoughtfully, and she could almost imagine him with a glass of scotch in his hand. No matter which body the demon possessed, his tastes in alcohol and women never seemed to change. Jen was brought back to the present when He spoke again. "What do you have to report about this week, love?"

"Nothing much. That lead on Doc Benson turned out to be the real deal; he's buried out in the middle of nowhere now."

"Did he really come up with a form of immortality?"

Jen sighed, leaning lazily against an old Ford Mustang. "Why, you plan on staying alive with me for the rest of eternity?" She let out a humorless chuckle at the thought of her boss trying to stay alive forever just to own her.

"Not me, no," He replied calmly. "I have a few ... client's who may be interested in it. Care to share, angel?"

She rolled her eyes at the pet name, letting out a loud sigh of frustration so He did not miss it. "Harvesting body parts to replace the old ones. He was Frankenstein's monster ... on steroids. Just imagine what he could do if he got ahold of my body parts." Jen shivered at the thought, as he did almost capture her when she tried to rescue Sam. If Dean hadn't shown up when he did ...

"I could recommend him to my clients ..." He paused a moment to think it over, then changed his mind. "Nevermind. As much fun as it would be to release this knowledge, I would have quite a few humans trying to escape their deals ... and that would be messy."

"And can you imagine all the paperwork?" Jen mused dryly, the sarcasm evident in her tone. She raked her fingers through her hair, the warm sun tickling her neck and shoulders. "I miss what it feels like to enjoy humanity."

"You can't enjoy what you never had the chance to experience, love. Humanity involves living as if it were your last day, and you quite literally cannot die. Not that we have found, anyway."

Jen should have been irritated with Him, but she knew he was right. She has always lived as though she would live forever, since ... she had. As she watched the clouds dance across the sky, she absent-mindedly asked her boss, "Do you ever miss it, sir?"