Jenny couldn't remember what it was like not feeling pain. Every minute of every day, someone would come over to her, tugging on the hooks that were dug into her skin, laughing as she tried to hold back her painful cries.

She couldn't remember what it was like not feeling so weak. How long had it been? Thirty years now? Maybe it was longer. She lost track of time, but she knew it had been decades. She hadn't aged. But she always healed. Only to be torn apart again. Literally.

"Given up yet?" A demon asked Jenny, whose head was hung low. Her frail arms where chained above her head, blood trickling down to her neck as she had, once again, tried freeing herself.

Jenny said nothing. She couldn't. The demon before this one had torn her throat right out. How was she still breathing, even while she was dead? She just wished for the pain to be over.

"No? Well, then this will be fun." Jenny didn't move, but she heard metal scrape against the concrete before being lifted.

A metal pole slammed into her gut and she grunted loudly, gasping as blood splattered out of her throat, which was slowly being reformed so another demon could tear it out. The demon only laughed. He did it again, stopping when Jenny didn't make any attempt to beg for her mercy.

"You're getting boring. I was hoping that you'd beg again. I love hearing it." The demon knelt down, lifting Jenny's chin up so she'd look at him. There were bruises all over her face. Her lips were split and dried blood covered most of her chin. Her nose was broken. "I can still enjoy how pitiful you look."

"F..." Jenny tried to speak, but nothing could come out. Only more blood. The demon wrapped his hand around Jenny's bleeding throat, squeezing tightly. She continued to gasp, but eventually, unconsciousness took over.

She hoped it would end soon.

———

Dean sat in Bobby's living room, a half empty beer bottle in his hand, staring out the window.

Bobby watched him from behind. Both of them had let themselves go the past few months. Bobby let his beard grow out. Dean had barely showered. He reeked of beer and distress. His eyes were even puffier than usual. It was coming up to four months since Jenny had died.

"We can't keep doing this, Dean." Bobby finally spoke up as the Winchester boy took a long swig of his beer. He stayed quiet, going back to staring out the window.

He hoped Sam would visit. Neither of them had talked since Jenny had died, as if they were back to 2003, when he got into Stanford. But this time, instead of Jenny and John and Dean... It was just Dean.

He was by himself, even with Bobby taking care of him. The one thing he feared most. They never spoke much without losing it. Not anger or lashing out... Just one of them leaving the room because they reminded each other of Jenny.

Dean couldn't stay in her old room. It smelled so much like her, and so many memories in there that he ended up sleeping in that damn chair every time he. And he barely slept now.

"I'll keep doing this until I rot, Bobby." Dean spoke with a dejected voice. Bobby shook his head, taking a step into the living room.

"At least go out for a drive? Get some fresh air? Maybe take a damn shower." Bobby suggested as Dean slowly looked behind him to Bobby, sighing.

"Alright. I'm going out for a beer run." Dean groaned slightly as he sat up, taking his car keys and walked out.

———

Jenny gasped hard for air, looking around in the darkness in a panic. She fumbled through her pockets, sighing in relief when she pulled out her lighter. She flicked it on, eyes widening when she realized she was in a pine coffin.

"No." Her held her throat, squinting at how painful it was to talk. She slapped the coffin. "Help! Somebody help me! Get me out of here!" She tried to screamed, but it came out far too raspy for anyone to hear. Slamming her free hand into the lid. She dropped the lighter, punching the wood, kicking it until dirt fell onto her face.

She continued kicking and punching the wolf until the lid collapsed, clawing her way free. Jenny felt a gust of wind hit her fingertips and she started to claw faster, gasping again as she finally got fresh air.

Jenny fell onto her back, chest heaving up and down as she looked around, squinting as the bright sun blinded her.

After finally catching her breath, she slowly stood up, looking around. There was a poorly built cross where she had just climbed out from, her name carved into the wood.

There was a ring resting on the cross, Jenny quickly recognizing it as Dean's engagement ring. She slowly reached for it, staring at the ring for a moment before putting it on her thumb. She grabbed the knife that was dug into the dirt, pausing to stare at the magnolia flowers that looked several months old.

Jenny spun around slowly before starting to walk, hopefully, towards a road. She suddenly paused, turning back around to see her gravesite had been circled in dead grass. And around her, a large circle of trees had fallen as if a meteor had struck.

She stared for a second before walking again.

After maybe an hour of walking, Jenny finally came across an abandoned Gas Station, an old white truck parked outside. She banged on the door, looking inside. "Hello?" She called out, voice still hoarse and cracked from her mouth being so dry.

"Anyone here?" She called out again. No one answered. Jenny looked around for a moment before taking off her flannel, wrapping it around her hand. She slammed her fist into the glass, shattering it and unlocked the door from the inside. She walked in, hesitating.

Jenny walked towards the beverages, quickly grabbing a water and chugging it dry, gasping. She paused for a moment before turning to see a newspaper. She grabbed it quickly, looking at the date.

"Shit. September?" She uttered, looking around. Jenny grabbed the newspaper and a plastic bag, starting to stuff every food and drink she could manage to fit into it. She walked to the counter, clicking a bunch of buttons until the cash register opened. "Sweet." She cheered quietly, looking around before stuffing all of the money into her bra and the coins into her plastic bag.

Jenny set the bag down before walking towards the bathroom. She flicked the light on, freezing in her spot when she got a look of herself in the mirror. Her hand immediately reached to her neck, where her large scar had miraculously disappeared. She rushed to the mirror to double check before tears of relief started to cloud her vision, gripping the sink.

After a moment, she looked down at her arms. There wasn't a single mark on them. She lifted her shirt. There weren't any large gashes where the hellhounds had torn her apart. She could feel something burning though. She turned, slowly lifting up her sleeve to reveal a large, raw handprint brand.

Jenny walked back out of the bathroom and went to grab the bag of necessities, the tv to her left suddenly turned on, startling her with its loud static. She walked over to it slowly, shutting it off just as the radio turned on, also playing static.

Not wasting a moment, Jenny rushed over to one of the shelves and grabbed two containers of salt, popping the lids off and ran to a window, covering the windowsill in the salt.

A sudden high pitched tone made Jenny cover her left ear, continuing to pour the salt until it became too much. She dropped the containers, falling to her knees and groaning in agony. She covered her head as the window above her shattered, looking to the broken glass.

Jenny ran out of the gas station with the food as the doors shattered, and she ran to the phone booth as the tone died away.

Jenny dropped the plastic bag, looking at the phone for a moment. She took out some quarters from the bag, rubbing her forehead as she tried to remember anyones number.

She slipped the quarters into the slot, dialing a bunch of numbers before pressing the phone to her ear. "Come on... Answer the damn phone, Dean."

"We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected—"

"FUCK!" Jenny yelled, slamming the phone into the holder. She groaned in irritation, slapping herself to try and remember Sam or Bobby's number.

After a failed attempt with Sam, she called Bobby, worry overflowing her.

"Yeah?" Jenny gasped quietly, tears already rolling up.

"Bobby?" She said quietly, closing her eyes in relief.

"Yeah."

"It's... It's Jenny." The phone suddenly clicked as she frowned, hanging up the receiver before dialing Bobby again.

"Who is this?" Bobby asked, aggravated.

"It's Jennifer, Bobby!"

"That isn't funny. Call again, I'll slit your throat slowly." The dial tone echoed in her ear again and Jenny hung up the receiver, covering her face. She slowly turned back to the gas station, seeing the beat up truck and smirked.

After only taking a few minutes to hotwire the truck, Jenny sped off in the direction she assumed was Bobby's house.

AND WE ARE STARTING OFF WITH A SHORT CHAPTER. IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS BOOK YALL DONT EVEN KNOW. i have way more plans for this one than i did the last omfg.