Dean took a sip of his beer. He and Sam sat at Bobby's kitchen table, having just finished hunting a lone vampire. Bobby sat in the other room at the computer.
"Man, that vamp was strong, for a chick." Mused Dean.
"Ha. You're telling me." Said Sam.
"Would y'all quit whining like babies?" Bobby called.
They were interrupted by the phone ringing. Bobby looked at the number and picked it up.
"Anna?" He asked.
A pause.
"Balls! Really? How close are you to Sioux Falls?"
A longer pause.
"Well shag ass, then."
He hung up.
"Who was that?" Asked Sam.
"Friend of mine. She's a hunter too. Says she got cut up pretty bad dealin' with three werewolves. She's about twenty minutes out."
"Hey, I thought we were your only friends." Dean joked.
"Idjit."
Dean downed the rest of his beer. Sam pulled out his computer.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. We just got finished with a case. Take a breather, Sammy."
"Fine." Sam reluctantly put his laptop away. Dean went to the fridge and got another beer.
About fifteen minutes later, he heard a car pull into the lot, and when he looked out the window, through the dark he saw a dark-haired girl climb out of an old red Nova. She walked- stalked- to the door and knocked once. Bobby got up and let her in. Dean was impressed that she was still vertical. Her nose was bleeding, she'd ripped off a piece of her shirt and tied it tightly over one wrist, and she was holding a blood soaked bandana to one side. Another girl followed close behind.
"Boys, this is-" Bobby started.
"Johanna Paige Wayland. At your service. That's Jane." She cut him off. Even with one side in ribbons, she managed to sketch a sarcastic bow. She set down the bag that she had been holding. "I'm assuming these are the Winchesters?" She said, looking at Bobby.
He nodded in response.
"So Anna-" Dean began.
"Only he gets to call me that. Dental floss?" Bobby quickly fetched some and tossed it to her. She caught it one handed. Then she produced a needle and some whiskey from her bag. Jane paled slightly and went upstairs.
"Guess I'd better go get something to eat." Said Bobby.
"I'll go with." Said Sam.
"And I guess I'll stay here and make sure you don't bleed out." Dean told Johanna. She gave him a bitch face.
Sam and Bobby decided it was a good time to leave.
Sitting down, being cautious of her wounds, Johanna peeled her shirt off to reveal a black sports bra. Dean gaped.
"Well I've got to stitch it up." She said, and when he still didn't respond, "Close your mouth. Didn't anybody tell you you'll catch flies?"
Dean retreated back into the kitchen and called Bobby.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Are you sure this girl's human?" Dean whispered. "She's stone cold!"
"That's her alright. I've known the girl since she was little."
"What happened?"
"It doesn't matter. She works alone. She trusts no one. That's just her." Bobby hung up.
When Dean returned, she had completely stitched up her side and was clipping the end of the thread on her wrist. Looking at her closely, Dean noticed how thin she was. Everything about her was long and lean.
"Hey. Shoulder's dislocated. Come help me?"
"Um, it's gonna hurt. A lot."
"Excellent deduction, Sherlock freaking Holmes. I know it's gonna hurt. I've done it myself before." She offered him her arm.
"Smells like bitch in here."
"I've been called worse things by better people, sweetheart you're gonna have to try harder than that."
Dean took her arm and pushed it back into place with slightly more force than was necessary. All he got out of her was a small 'mph.' She had an attitude but she was tough as iron nails, he'd give her that.
"Jane!" She called. "My guts are back in my body, you can come down now if you want." Slowly, Jane came down the stairs and sat on the couch.
"So." Dean said. "What were you hunting?"
"Small pack of werewolves. Nothing more than I could handle. You?"
"A vamp."
"Hm."
After a few moments of silence, Sam and Bobby returned with some burgers. They ate quietly. Johanna inhaled hers, and finished everything Jane didn't eat. Sam and Dean exchanged a look that said 'Jesus Christ.' Bobby gave them a knowing look. Johanna stood up.
"Whoa," said Bobby, "where ya goin'?"
"To move my car," she responded, "relax." With that she strode out the door.
"Is-" started Dean.
"She's always like this." Said Jane. The first words she'd spoken.
"What, cold and mysterious?"
"Yup. She sang an exorcism to a demon once, I'd say that's pretty cold."
"Jesus."
"You should see her with her claws out."
"Do I want to?"
"Actually probably not."
"Lovely."
Johanna came back in, this time holding another bag. She sat down cross legged on the floor and motioned for Jane to follow. She pulled out two guns and set a timer on her watch.
"Go." She said.
They each field stripped their weapons. Johanna finished first.
"Aw, come on. Again." She said. They went again.
Bobby decided to retire for the night, and after watching Johanna and Jane play a few more rounds of their little game, so did Sam and Dean. Dean took the couch, Sam took the floor, and the girls went upstairs. Sam was out cold within minutes, but not Dean. After about fifteen minutes, Johanna crept softly down the stairs and out the door. Jane wasn't with her. He heard her car start, and heard the gravel shift as she drove off. Dean wasn't awake when she returned.
~time skip brought to you by Sam snoring like an old man~
When Johanna came downstairs the next morning, Dean was the only one awake.
"Where'd you run off to last night?" He asked warily.
"I was with your wife." She said, with a straight face.
Dean thought of Lisa and Ben. Seeing Dean's face she gave a humorless laugh.
"Really." He said flatly. "How come I don't believe you?"
"Maybe because I'm not a lesbian."
"Then where were you?"
"I was go screw yourself, that's where."
Dean sighed the deepest sigh that could possibly come out of a human being. "Dammit."
It was going to be a very long weekend.