Jenna Singer

The retired life of a past hunter...

[Jenna Singer @Singer_Jenna]

@SamueIWinchest Just quiet concern slipping through, unfiltered. “Did you even sleep?”

Her gaze lingered on him a second longer than necessary.

Then she stepped back, opening the space between them, but not closing the connection. Not really.

“…come in,” she said, more gently now.

[Jenna Singer @Singer_Jenna]

@SamueIWinchest Because this. Him standing here, in front of her door, like no time had passed and all of it had passed, was more than she’d let herself imagine.

More than she’d allowed herself to hope for.

“…you look exhausted,” she murmured, and this time there was no bite at all.

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[Jenna Singer @Singer_Jenna]

@SamueIWinchest Taking a breath and grabbing her coffee she looked at the clock, slowly moving about the house as she waited for him.

[Jenna Singer @Singer_Jenna]

@SamueIWinchest When the morning came around she found herself staring out into the yard as the coffee pot boiled. Her plans were sweating with anticipation. Again stupid because this was Sam. He wasnt a monster, well not anymore. She tried not to think about that soulless period.
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[Jenna Singer @Singer_Jenna]

@SamueIWinchest It wasn't a lie, she missed them at times, missed him.

[Jenna Singer @Singer_Jenna]

@SamueIWinchest She could put money on the fact that he'd still probably looked the same, bet he still wore those zip up hoodies.

She replied without a thought - 'come for lunch at mine. I'll show you that grimoire.'

She sent it, following it up with her address as she doubted he'd have it -