I don't own anything related to Supernatural, only my OC Jane.
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Pilot
Lawrence, Kansas
19 years ago
The sound of crickets echoed through the silent night as Mary led three year old Sam and seven year old Dean into the nursery.
"Come on, let's say good night to your baby sister boys," Mary said quietly as she placed the gurgling baby down in her crib before turning on the lights. Sam watched his month old baby sister in fascination, wondering how something like in infant could be as small as she. Dean quickly runs from his mother's arms to join Sam at the crib before leaning over the crib to kiss the baby on the forehead. Sam continued to watch in admiration and wonder.
"'Night, Janey," Dean whispered, afraid that if he spoke too loud, he'd set her off. Sam turned back to his mom before kissing his hand and placing it on little Jane's forehead since he couldn't reach her.
"Night," He whispered quietly. Mary watched both boys with a smile. It was adorable to see how gentle they already were with her. Mary leaned over her crib and brushed the small bush of black curls, courtesy of her father before placing a kiss on her forehead. Jane's hazel green eyes stared back at her mother with wide eyes.
"Goodnight love," She smiled as a man wearing a USMCT-shirt stood in the doorway watching.
"Hey, boys," John greeted, surprising the three. Dean immediately ran to his father's arms as Sam stayed beside his mom still watching Jane.
"Daddy!"
"Hey, buddy," John scooped Dean up before joining his wife's side to look down at his little carbon copy.
"So what do you think Sammy? You think little Jane's ready to toss around a football with us boys yet?" John joked as Dean leaned his head on his father's shoulder and laughed.
"No, Daddy, she's too small," Sammy breathed still staring down at the newborn. John let out a chuckle, "Can I stay with baby Jane tonight mommy?" Mary smiled before running a hand over her youngest son's hair. She looked at John.
"You got him?" Mary asked him, nodding at Dean as she pulled out extra blankets to place them on the spare twin mattress in the corner.
"I got him," John nodded, hugging Dean closer before looking at Sam, "Night Sammy, sweet dreams baby girl." Sam snuggled into the blanket his mother left for him as his mother turned off the lights of the nursery and listened to Jane's small gurgling noises before falling asleep, not noticing the small mobile above Jane's crib starting to spin.
A strange noise coming through the baby monitor stirred Mary awake.
"John?" She called out as she turned on the light on the nightstand. When she realized she was along in their room, she got up to walk down the hallway. Immediately, she went straight to the nursery where Sam and Jane resided. Her eyes blinked a couple times to make out the figure in the room before thinking it was John who was standing by Sam's sleeping form.
"John? Is she hungry? Is Sammy cold?" Mary asked sleepily. The silhouette's head moved up.
"Shhh," He whispered.
"All right," Mary headed back down the hallway when she noticed the light by the stairs started to flicker. She frowned, moving to tap at the light before it was steadied. She then noticed more flickering light coming from downstairs. Cautiously, she made her way down. Some war movie was playing to the TV and she saw John asleep on the couch. Realizing if he was down here… Mary rushed back upstairs, panic and terror flooding her.
"Sammy! Jane!" Mary ran to the nursery and stopped before a blood curdling scream was heard.
John shot up from his place on the couch, startled by the sudden sound.
"Mary?" He called out as he scrambled out of the chair and started up the stairs.
"Mary!" John screamed as he bursted through the door of the nursery. The sound of his father shouting woke Sam up as he looked at his father with wide eyes.
"Daddy?" Sam croaked , rubbing his eyes with a small fist. John placed a finger on his lips, shushing him as he inspected the room while quietly making his way towards Jane. He gently placed a hand behind her sleeping head and picked her up his arms rocking her when he heard a dripping noise. Sammy ran next to his father, gripping his leg. John carefully made his way towards the mattress and touched the dark liquid that landed on Sam's pillow. He looked up in horror to find his wife sprawled across the ceiling, the stomach of her nightgown red with blood and struggling to breathe. John collapsed onto the floor, his eyes still on Mary as Sam tugged at his father's clothing, not noticing his mother's body.
"No! Mary!" Sam looked up in time to see Mary bursting into flames. The fire spread over the ceiling as John continued to stare before the baby in his arm let out a wail. When John realized he wasn't alone and that Sam was here witnessing it, he got up with Sam's hand in his and pulled both his children out of the room as Dean rushed from his bedroom to find them.
"Daddy!" John quickly handed Sam's hand to Dean before placing the crying baby into Dean's free arm.
"Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can and don't look back!" John shouted when he noticed his oldest son's hesitation, "Now, Dean, go!" Dean quickly turned and ran out of the house as fast as he could with a newborn in one hand and the other holding onto Sam's arm. John turned back to the nursery shouting his wife's name before the entire room caught on fire.
"It's okay, Sammy," Dean assured the shaking three year old as they reached a safe spot from the house and Dean gently rocked the waling baby in his arms. Dean looked up at the nursery window and all he could see was an ember light filling the room as John ran out of the house, pushing both boys away from the house and the window bursted into pieces.
The Lawrence fire department arrived a few moments later and officers pushed back the neighbors who came to see what the noise was. Across the street, John, Dean and Sam sat on the hood of John's Impala. John held the whimpering baby tightly, pressing his lips to the top of her head. Everything that was once normal from this day was gone.
The creaking sound of a window opening caused Sam to open his eyes in alert. He quietly got up from the bed to keep from disturbing the sleeping form beside him before leaving the bedroom. As he inspected the hall, he noticed a window open. His head shot around from the sound of light footsteps.
A figure moved past the strings of beads at the far end of the hall and Sam quickly hid on the other side of the apartment. The minute the figure entered a room Sam lunged forward and grabbed the figure at the shoulder. The first thing Sam noticed was how small the frame of the person was. The figure instinctively knocked Sam's arm away and aimed a strike at Sam, who ducked. The small figure then went to grab Sam's arm, swung him around and shoves him back. Sam gave a kick that was blocked before getting pushed back into another room. The stranger strikes their elbow into Sam's face as they duck and block any attempts from Sam. The figure quickly sees an open spot and swings at his legs, knocking Sam down and pinned him to the floor, one hand at Sam's neck and the other holding Sam's wrist. Sam let out a breath when he saw the familiar green eyes shining down at him in amusement.
"Hey Sammy," Jane laughed, her smile brightening at the relieved look on her older brother's face.
"Jane?" Sam breathed, slightly startled by her appearance, glancing down at the familiar ring on a chain around her neck, "You scared the crap out of me!"
"That's 'cause you're seriously out of practice." She smiled before Sam grabbed her arm and yanked her down.
"Okay, okay so maybe you aren't," Jane complained from under him and Sam couldn't help but smile at her as he helped pull her back up to her feet.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He paused, "And where's Dean." Jane shot him a look.
"Where do you think?" Sam sent her a clueless look and she shook her head, "Kitchen." As the two entered the kitchen, they saw a crouched figure with his head inside the fridge which popped back out at the sound of footsteps.
"Oh hey there," Dean smirked, "Just looking for a beer. Nothing." He slammed the fridge shut.
"What the hell are you two doing here?" Sam demanded as Jane joined her eldest brother's side. Suddenly the light turned on and three pairs of eyes moved towards the pretty female standing at the doorway in very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt. Jane rolled her eyes when she noticed the familiar look in her brother's perverted eyes.
"Sam?" She asked, clearly still slightly asleep.
"Jess," Sam greeted before glancing at his siblings, "Hey, guys, this is my girlfriend, Jessica." Jane gave an awkward wave at the girl before nudging Dean in the ribs as he stared at her appreciatively.
"Wait, your brother and sister?" Jess asked, recognizing the name as Sam gave a small smile. Dean grinned at her and went to move closer if it hadn't been for Jane pulling him back by the back of his jacket.
"Oh, I love the Smurfs," He smiled charmingly, sending a small glare at his sister before turning his attention back to Jess, "You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league."
"Just let me put something on," Jess went to move before Dean stopped her.
"No, no, no," He shook his head, "I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously."
"You're disgusting," Jane scoffed before letting a small smile slip. With all three of them back in the same room she couldn't help but feel happy, despite Dean's roaming eyes on Sam's girlfriend. Sam though had a stony expression on his face as he watched Dean with narrowed eyes.
"Anyway," Jane clapped her hands, hoping to clear the tension, "We gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business if that's okay."
"But, uh, nice meeting you," Dean smiled once again, not taking his eyes off of her.
"No," Sam moved over to Jess and wrapped an arm around her which caused Jane to raise her eyebrows at the action, "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her." Great, they weren't even here for 5 minutes and Jane could already feel and argument brewing.
"Okay," Dean shrugged before looking him dead in the eye, "Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days."
"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift," Sam said not getting what the big deal was, "He'll stumble back in sooner or later." Dean ducked his head before exchanging looks with his sister. Jane exhaled before taking a step closer to Sam and Sam could see the fear hiding behind her eyes.
"Dad's on a hunting trip," She started, wringing her hands, "And he hasn't been home in a few days."
Sam looked down at his sister, taking in her words before it really hit him and he turned to the girl in his arms.
"Jess, excuse us."
"I mean, come on," Sam started as they walked down the stairs that led outside, "You guys can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you two."
"I don't think you're not hearing me, Sammy," Jane sighed, "Dad's missing. We need you to help us find him."
"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst?" He brought up, "Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine." Dean stopped, slightly fed up with him.
"Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with us or not?" Dean asked and Jane looked up at him in hope. Sam glanced at his younger sister and averted his eyes back to Dean.
"I'm not," Sam said seriously
"What, why not?" Jane cried, throwing a hand up in the air.
"Jane, I swore I was done hunting," He tried explaining gently before emphasizing, "For good."
"Come on," Dean went to defend his sister, "It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Jane continued down the stairs and both brothers followed behind her.
"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45," Sam pointed out.
"Well, what was he supposed to do?" Jane asked innocently as she turned back to him. Sam couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't believe dad had managed to turn the sweet little Jane he used to know into this brain washed soldier. And the fact that she was only nineteen, still just a kid.
"I was nine years old!" Sam exclaimed, "He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark."
"Don't be afraid of the dark?" Dean scoffed, "Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there."
"Yeah, I know, but still," He defended, "The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her. But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find. "
"We save a lot of people doing it, too," Jane glared at him. That was the only reason that kept her hunting, the fact that they could save so many lives because of what they do.
"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam turned on his sister and Jane clenched her teeth and glanced down at her black converse sneakers. Dean glared at him before pushing Jane out the door with him following. Sam knew that mom was a sensitive topic to Jane.
"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets?" Sam kept going, feeling slightly guilty for what he said before, "Man, we were raised like warriors. I mean, Jane's only nineteen."
"So?" Jane stalked towards the Impala that was parked in the dark parking lot.
"You're just a kid," Sam yanked her arm back and she wrinkled her nose at him.
"Only three years younger than you." She objected as she pulled her arm back from him.
"What'd you think were you gonna do?" Dean asked sarcastically, "You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?" Jane leaned on the car watching the two.
"No. Not normal. Safe," Sam countered.
"And that's why you ran away," Dean let out a scoff before looking away from him.
"I was just going to college," He shook his head, "It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing."
"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now," Dean brought back, "If he's not dead already. I can feel it." Sam went silent, glancing between his two siblings.
"We can't do this alone," Jane looked up at him with pleading eye, her hand subconsciously tugging on the ring on a silver chain. The ring had been her mother's, the only thing besides pictures that Jane actually had to remember her by.
"Yes you guys can," He tried, almost giving in.
"Yeah, well, I don't want to," She crossed her arm as Sam sighed, silently debating about it.
"What was he hunting?" Sam broke. Dean moved to the back of the car and opened the trunk of the Impala, and then the spare-tire compartment filled with arsenal. Jane let out a silent cheer before joining both her brothers as Dean propped the compartment open with a shotgun and dug through the clutter.
"All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean moved the clutter around.
"So when Dad left, why didn't you guys go with him?" Sam asked curiously.
"We were working on a gig, just us two. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans," Dean explained and Sam looked over at Jane in surprise.
"Dad let you go on a hunting trip without him?" Sam asked, knowing that something like that never happened. Their dad was extremely over protective when it came to Jane.
"Hey, I'm twenty-six, dude. I can take care of her," Dean defended himself as he pulled some papers out of a folder."
"All right, here we go," Dean started, "So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy, they found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA." Dean handed the papers to Sam.
"So maybe he was kidnapped," Sam shrugged. Jane shook her head.
"Yeah," She said, "But here's another one in April." She pointed at the other dates before listing them off, "Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years." Dean took the articles back and places the rest of the stack in the folder.
"All men," Dean concluded, "all the Same five-mile stretch of road. It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. We hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough." Jane pulled out a handheld tape recorder.
"Then Dean got this voicemail yesterday," Jane said pressing play. The recording started off with static, breaking off at some places.
"Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on," John's voice played through, "It may... Be very careful, Dean. And watch over Jane for me. We're all in danger." Jane pressed pause.
"You know there's EVP on that?
"Not bad, Sammy," Dean smirked, "Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Sam shook his head at him.
"Okay," Jane started back on the tape recorder, "I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got."
"I can never go home..." A woman's voice leaked through before Jane pressed pause again.
"Never go home," Sam repeated in interest. Jean threw down the recorder in the trunk before Dean removed shotgun and shut the trunk.
"You know, in almost two years we've never bothered you," Dean pointed between him and Jane, "never asked you for a thing." Sam looked away in guilt and sighed before looking back.
"All right," Sam gave in let out a small when he saw the grin on his little sister's face,
"I'll go. I'll help you guys find him." Dean gave him a nod. "But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here." Jane watched him run back to the apartment and curiosity got the better of her.
"What's first thing Monday?" She asked him.
"I have this...I have an interview," Sam hesitated.
"What, a job interview?" Dean aid in amusement, "Skip it."
"It's a law school interview," Sam admitted, "and it's my whole future on a plate."
"Law school?" Jane said slightly impressed as Dean smirked. Sam gave him an unamused look.
"So we got a deal or not?"
Dean went to go get breakfast from the convenience mart as Sam rummaged through a box in the passenger seat. Jane was sprawled across the back seat, reading the files over again as she hummed to the 'Ramblin' Man' that played through the Impala's speakers. Dean returned to the car with a pile of junk food in hand. He threw an apple and water bottle at her. As much as Dean loved junk food, he still wanted the best for little Janey.
"Hey!" Dean called out as he moved to the window of the passenger seat and Sam leaned out to look at him, "You want breakfast?
"No, thanks," Sam answered absentmindedly before realizing something, "So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?"
"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career," Dean snorted as he moved the nozzle back into the pump, "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."
"Tell him the names you guys used this time," Jane laughed from the back.
"Burt Aframian and his son Hector," Dean smirked at the unamused look of Sam's face before putting his hands in surrender, "Hey, you can't put all your crap on me, Janey's one hell of a hustler when it comes to pool."
"Hey!" Jane scoffed as she sat back up in her seat, folder in hand. Dad had been extra cautious when it came to Jane. Not wanting to take a chance of a credit card being traced back to her, he made her carry around cash instead.
"That sounds about right," Sam sighed before turning back to the box of tapes, "I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."
"Why?" Dean pulled a face, slightly offended.
"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes," Sam explained, "And two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" Dean grabbed the box of tapes from Sam.
"It's the greatest hits of mullet rock," Sam mocked with a small smile.
"Well, house rules, Sammy," Jane reminded from the back with a mouthful of apple.
"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole," Dean said as he popped in a tape.
"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old," Sam turned his head slightly to face Jane, "It's Sam, okay?" Jane exchanged a look with Dean through the rear view mirror and he turned up the volume.
"Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud," Jane laughed as Dean drove off with a grin.
"Thank you," Sam closed his phone before turning to the two.
"All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue," Sam explained and Jane let out a sigh of relief.
"So that's something, right," Jane cheered with hopeful eyes and Dean plastered a smile on his face for her as they reached a bridge with two police cars and several officers.
"Check it out," Dean pointed out as Sam leaned forward to take a closer look and Dean pulled the car over and turned off the engine. He opened the glove compartment and pulled out a box full of ID cards with their faces. Picking two out, he gave a wide grin at Sam, who simply stared back. He turned back to Jane.
"You think you can go back into town to find something?" Jane gave him a look.
"You're making me walk," She said in an unbelievable tone. He shot her another look.
"Please," He nodded at Sam, "Town's only a couple minutes away and I need to know if junior here can do his job." Jane unbuckled her seatbelt with a glare.
"Fine," She grunted, "Text me if you find anything useful." Sam watched his younger sister walk away from the car with a concerned look before turning to Dean with a glare, thinking he did something to upset her.
"What'd you say to her now," Sam sighed. Dean pulled another face on him.
"What's your problem, she's doing her job," Dean rolled his eyes at Sam's flare for the dramatics.
"Without us?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows. Dean shrugged.
"She doesn't do well with authority," Dean bit back a smile, clearly remembering the time a cop had felt her up and before he could do anything she had pulled back the cop's head back and smacked it into a window.
Jane walked around the town looking anything strange or out of the ordinary. There was a buzz in her pocket, pulling out she saw it was Dean.
Amy. Girlfriend.
Way to be specific asshat, Jane thought to herself as she watched a young woman dressed in dark clothing tacking up posters with the missing guy's face. Jane shook her head and pulled on her saddest eyes before approaching the girl.
"Hi," Jane greeted in a friendly tone, slightly taking the girl by surprise, "You must be Amy."
"Yeah," She replied, slightly suspicious.
"Yeah, Troy told me about you," Jane lied, "I'm his cousin, Jane."
"He never mentioned you to me," Amy said, eyeing the smaller girl and began to walk away. Jane felt the smile on her face tightening at the rude action before walking after her.
"Well, that's Troy, I guess," Jane tried playing off with a laugh, "I'm not around much, I live up in Modesto." Amy turned back and watched her even more suspicion but Jane could tell she slightly warming up to her, "I'm looking for him too, you know asking around." Another girl walked up to the two and placed a comforting hand on Rachel. Jane felt kind of intimidated. Why the hell did the tall gene completely pass her, standing at 5'3.
"Hey, are you okay?" The girl asked gently, eyeing Jane like Amy had earlier.
"Yeah," Amy brushed it off.
"You mind if I ask you a couple questions?" Jane asked and before she knew it the three of them were sitting in a booth inside a diner with Jane sitting across from Amy and now introduced, Rachel.
"I was on the phone with Troy," Amy explained shakily, "He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did."
"He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Jane said with slightly more compassion, she couldn't help but feel for the girl. Amy shook her head.
"No," She said helplessly, "Nothing I can remember." Jane noticed the pentagram pendant around her neck.
"I like your necklace," Jane complimented, hoping to lighten the mood and Amy laughed.
"Troy gave it to me," She said with a sad smile, "Mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff." Jane let out a laugh. How ironic.
"You know it actually means just the opposite," Jane started, her mouth getting the better of her, forgetting for a second that she was on a case, "A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." She caught herself at the last second. It was weird being in the company of other girls around her age that didn't pick on her for knowing weird stuff like this.
"Anyways," Jane cleared her throat and pulled out her sad eyes again, "I kept think of the way Troy disappeared, and something's not right. So if you've heard anything..." She noticed the exchanged look between Rachel and Amy.
"What? What is it?" Jane asked, sitting taller in her seat.
"Well," Rachel hesitated, "it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk."
"What do they talk about?" Jane said, hiding her excitement. They were finally getting somewhere. She quickly texted Dean under the table to meet her at the local library.
"It's kind of this local legend," Rachel explained, "This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." She paused and Jane nodded for her to continue to let her know that she believed her, "Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."
After saying goodbye to the girls, Jane ran as fast as she could to the library, practically jumping into the chair in front of a computer. She could hear her brothers arguing quietly in one the aisles of book shelves.
"Female Murder Hitchhiking" she typed into the search box before pressing go.
"(0) Results."
Jane bit her lip and replaced "Hitchhiking" with "Centennial Highway."
"(0) Results."
Jane hung her head in frustration and turned to see her brothers still fighting and the glares they were receiving from everyone else in the library.
"Hey both of you" Jane hissed and they both looked at her like two toddlers being chastised by their mother for doing something wrong, "Shut up!" Dean gave a pout before shooting Sam a glare and Sam cuffed him behind the head. Jane rolled her eyes, slightly amused at their antics before turning back to the computer, tapping her fingers on the table.
"You're such a control freak," She heard Dean whine and she turned back over to them to see both of them in the middle of a slap fight. Jane let out a sigh and grabbed the nearest pen and chucked it at them, pulling her best glare. They untangled from each other immediately. She had two fingers pointed at her eyes and moved to point it at the two of them.
"Don't make me ground you both," She growled and they grumbled their apologies before going back to their books. Jane moved her attention back to the computer.
"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" She heard Sam whisper to Dean.
"Yeah," He replied, waiting for Sam to continue.
"Well, maybe it's not murder," Sam theorized. A light bulb popped in her head as she replaced "Murder" with "Suicide" and the first thing that popped up was an article entitled "Suicide on Centennial".
"Yes!" She cheered before turning and waving both of them over and opened the article. Sam and Dean crouch down to her height and looked at the screen as Sam read it out loud.
"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river. There's a picture of Constance; it's the Woman who killed Troy."
"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked, not bothering to even read it.
"Actually, yeah," Jane said in surprise.
"What?" Dean was just as surprised as she was.
"Uh, an hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die," Jane whispered the last two words, sadness overcoming her at the thought of someone who was capable of killing their own flesh and blood, a child no less. Dean raised his eyebrows at that.
"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch," Sam recited. Dean nodded at the picture in the article.
"The bridge look familiar to you?"
The three walked along the bridge in the middle of the night before they stopped to lean on the railing and look down at the river.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive?" Jane asked, not as familiar with the bridge as her brothers were. Dean gave a shrug.
"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam looked over at Dean.
"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him," He simply answered as he continued to walk around the bridge. Jane moved from the side of the railing to move closer to her brothers. The bridge alone was giving her chills. Even after years of doing this, Jane could never get used to the feeling of having a spirit around.
"Okay, so now what?" Sam asked from beside Jane.
"Now we keep digging until we find him," Dean explained, "Might take a while." Sam stopped.
"Look, I told you guys, I've gotta get back by Monday-," Sam started.
"Monday. Right. The interview," Dean nodded along sarcastically and Jane rubbed her forehead. She could already feel an argument starting.
"Yeah."
"Yeah, I forgot," Dean shrugged it off as Jane tilted her head at Sam.
"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Jane smiled, clearly happy for her brother and at the same time, slightly envious of him as well. He had something to look forward to when he was done with them, he was gonna leave again. Out of this life, "I can't believe you're gonna be a lawyer," Sam let out a small laugh at his sister's dreamy tone, "And eventually marry that Jessica girl right?" Sam smiled at her, he felt a bubble of happiness from her acceptance of what he wanted.
"Maybe," He was glad it was dark so she couldn't see his reddening cheeks, he's never live it down. He noticed Dean's expression, "What?"
"Does Jessica know the truth about you?" Dean started, "I mean, does she know about the things you've done?"
"Dean," Jane quietly warned when she noticed Sam tensing up.
"No, and she's not ever going to know," He said with a stoic expression.
"Well, that's healthy," Dean replied sarcastically, "You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are."
"Guys," Jane warned, her eyes getting slightly wide but they both ignored her.
"And who's that?" Sam asked in frustration.
"You're one of us," Dean answered, plain and simple.
"No. I'm not like you," Sam quickly denied, "This is not going to be my life."
"You have a responsibility to-" Dean started.
"To Dad?" Sam scoffed, "And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures Jane wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back." Dean went to grab his collar but Jane intercepted and pushed the two as far away from each other as she could. This wasn't what she pictured when she suggested to Dean that they needed Sam.
"Hey," Jane shouted looking between the two. They were all breathing heavily.
"Don't talk about her like that," Dean threatened.
"Look can you guys just please stop arguing for two seconds," Jane snapped and Dean looked down at her noticing her eyes were filled with slight panic.
"Jane what's wrong?" Dean immediately asked. Jane dropped her hands from both brothers.
"We've got company," She simply said, staring ahead. Both boys looked up and much to their horror; they saw a figure, Constance standing at the edge of thee bridge. The pale woman in white glanced at them before taking a step forward off the edge. Startled, the three siblings ran to the railing and ran over.
"Where'd she go?" Dean exclaimed with wide eyes.
"I don't know," Sam said with equal shock and noticed Jane's eyes widening even more, "What-" The Impala's engine started as the headlights came on.
"What the-" Dean looked behind him.
"Who's driving your car Dean?" Jane asked, her voice calm but her heart pounding in anticipation. Dean slowly moved his hand into his pocket and pulled out the keys and jingled them. Just as he did, the car jerked in motion, heading straight for them. The three turn and run. Jane could barely hear her brothers' shouts over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. The car was catching up to them and she turned to her brothers.
"We have to jump!" She shouted and they run to the railing before diving over. Jane clenched her eyes, her heart stopping for a second as she felt the wind whipping past her when she felt a hand clench over her wrist. The car came to a halt.
"You okay?" She glanced up and let out a shaky laugh when she saw Sam holding onto her with one hand and the other on the edge.
"As okay as I can be," She replied, swallowing and felt her throat was dry. Sam grunted as he pulled two of them up, holding onto her waist and pulling her away from the edge as they got to the top of the bridge. Jane pulled away from him and glanced around the ground below the bridge.
"DEAN?" Jane shouted and she noticed a small dark figure crawling out the water, covered in mud. She let out a relieved sigh and smiled when she made it out to be Dean.
"What?" He called back out and Sam joined her side.
"Hey! Are you all right?" Sam shouted back. Dean held up one hand in an a-ok sign. Jane and Sam exchanged a nervous and relieved look before laughing it off.
Dean shut the hood of his car before leaning on it.
"Your car all right?" Sam asked as Jane rubbed her arms with her hands, still shaky from jumping.
"Yeah, whatever she did to it seems all right now," Dean shrugged before pursing his lips and shouting, "That Constance chick, what a bitch!"
"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure," Sam added, "So where's the job go from here, genius?" Jane went over to sit on the hood of the car and unfortunately that meant being near Dean. She wrinkled her nose at the smell. Dean threw his hands up in frustration before brushing off any mud on his hands. He noticed the disgusted look on Jane's face.
"What?" Dean asked pulling a face at her. She returned it before glancing at him and shrugging.
"You smell like shit," She said and Sam laughed as Dean looked offended before glancing down at himself.
"One room, please," Dean ordered as they stood in front of the motel check-in area. Jane had moved to stand by Sam the whole time because she couldn't stand the smell Dean was emitting. She noticed the old clerk eyeing her up as he picked up Dean's card before looking down at it. Jane frowned and tugged her jacket around her body closer.
"You guys having a reunion or something?" The clerk asked his eyes more clearly on Jane now. Dean narrowed his eyes and moved himself in front of the clerk's line of sight to keep his eyes away from his baby sister.
"What do you mean?" Sam questioned.
"I had another guy, Burt Aframian," Jane shot her head up at him at the familiar name; "He came and bought out a room for the whole month."
The motel door swung open. Jane smiled at her handy work. She had always been the quicker lock picker of the three. She hid the picks back in her pocket before standing up as both brothers played lookout. Perks of having giants as brothers, she smiled. She turned back around before yanking them both in and Sam closed the door behind them. Every vertical surface of the room had papers, maps, newspapers, pictures and notes pinned to it. Books covered the desk and there was assorted junk on the floor and bed.
"Whoa," Jane commented as they inspected the room. Dean turned on a light by the bed and picked up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. Sam stepped over a line of salt on the floor. Dean sniffed the burger and immediately recoiled from the smell.
"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least," Dean observed as Sam fingered the salt on the floor and looked up.
"Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried," Sam noticed, "Trying to keep something from coming in." Jane made her over to the all the papers covering one wall.
"Look," She pointed out, "Centennial Highway victims."
"I don't get it," Dean said as he joined her, "I mean different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicity. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" Sam walked to the other side of the wall and turned on another lamp.
"Dad figured it out," Sam said, catching their attention.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"He found the same article Jane did," Sam said pointing at the article, "Constance Welch. She's a woman in white."
"You sly dogs," Dean smirked as he read the papers on the wall.
"All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white," Jane shrugged, "Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it."
"She might have another weakness," Sam shook his head.
"Well, Dad would want to make sure," Dean crossed the room to same, "He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?"
"No, not that I can tell," Sam said, "If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband." Sam tapped on the picture of Joseph Welch, "If he's still alive." Dean looked at the picture below the Herald article, of a woman in a white dress as Jane flopped down on the unmade bed, flipping through one of dad's books.
"All right," Dean started, the mud on him starting to dry, "Why don't you, uh, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up." Before he could open the door, Sam stopped him.
"Hey, Dean?" Sam glanced at Jane who sat up to watch the exchange before turning back to Dean, "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry." Dean held up a hand and Jane rolled her eyes.
"House rule number two," She said sarcastically.
"No chick-flick moments," Dean warned and Sam laughed before nodding.
"All right," He agreed before quipping, "Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Idgets," Jane uttered instinctively under her breath at the two. She forgot how emotionally draining and tiring it was being around these two 24/7. Sam let out another laugh as Dean disappeared behind the bathroom door and Jane moved to lay on the bed upside down, her dark girls touching the carpet.
Sam took noticed of something on the mirror, his smile slowly disappearing as he moved to get a closer look. A rosary was hanging in front of a large mirror, and stuck into the mirror frame was a photo of John sitting on the hood of the Impala, next to a young Dean in a baseball cap, a younger Sam with both his arms wrapped around Dean and John, and little Janey sitting in their father's lap, smiling widely with her dimples showing and one missing front tooth. Sam carefully removed the photo off the mirror and held it, smiling sadly.
Jane continued to flip through the very last book she could find by the time clean Dean came out into the room and grabbed his jacket. She managed to glance up for a second to see Sam pocket his phone.
"Hey, I'm starving," Dean piped up, "I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?"
"Sandwich," Jane said pulling herself and hopping off the bed, stumbling a bit.
"Klutz," Dean snickered as he reached out to grab her arm.
"No," Sam said quietly.
"Aframian's buying," Dean suggested but Sam shook his head. Dean glanced back at Jane and nodded his head at Sam as if asking what was wrong with him. She simply shrugged her shoulder before grabbing her jacket.
"Drop me off at the library?" Dean nodded and opened the door for them both. Immediately the two spot the cops outside the motel and out of instinct Dean shoved Jane down into the bush beside them. She tumbled back and let out a quiet yelp.
"Call Sammy and scram as soon as I get them talking got it?" Dean ordered out of the corner of his mouth. Jane glared up at him before plucking her phone from her pocket, moving to crouch behind the bush instead of lying behind it.
"What?" Sam's voice came through.
"Sammy, five-oh, take off," Jane whispered trying to see through the bush.
"What about you and Dean?" He asked.
"Dean shoved me into a damn bush so there's no way they would've seen me in time. As for Dean, they kinda spotted him. Go find that Joseph guy, I'll try and get Dean out as fast as I can," Jane quickly hung up and looked up in time to see them shoving Dean inside a cop car. Jane rolled her eyes.
"Great."
"Dean," Dean looked up from where he was chained to the table and barely saw Jane's eyes reaching the bottom of the window. He smirked knowing full well she was probably on the tips of her toes just to reach. Jane shoved a file through the window to unlock it before pulling herself in only to fall straight onto the tiled floor.
"I'm good," Jane assured pulling herself up and pulled out her picks from earlier to unchain him.
"Didn't doubt it," Dean chuckled, "Damn Janey, fake 911 phone call? That's pretty illegal. Sammy would disapprove."
"Shut up," Dean rubbed his wrists in relief before they sneaked past the front, grabbing Dad's journal on the way and out of the station. Jane immediately rung up Sam as soon as they were a good fifty feet away from the place.
"Hey, so listen so the husband was unfaithful," Sam explained as Jane put him on speaker. Dean opened the door to their father's motel room, "We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop."
"Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Dean tried stopping him as Jane placed the phone down to find the address.
"I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet," Sam continued.
"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you," Dean paused, glancing at Jane for a second, "He's gone. Dad left Jericho."
"What?" Jane exclaimed pausing her search as Sam shouted through the phone.
"How do you know?"
"I've got his journal," He explained.
"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing," Sam pointed out.
"Yeah, well, he did this time," Dean said and motioned for Jane to continue as Dean went to grab any weapons hidden in the room.
"What's it say?" Sam asked.
"Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going," Dean rolled his eyes as Jane ripped a piece of paper with writing on it. She gave him a wide smile as he yanked the door open, Jane's phone in hand, and watched her with an amused look as she practically skipped out the room.
"Coordinates. Where to?" Sam asked. Jane grabbed the phone out of Dean's hands and exchanged it with the address of Constance's home.
"I'm not sure yet," Dean responded.
"I don't understand," Sam sighed, "I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Guys, what the hell is going on?" Suddenly Jane heard the car screech through the phone.
"Sammy?" She called through the phone, instantly panicked.
"Sam?" Dean urged, "Sam!" The two could here Sam's breathing through the phone as they stopped walking.
"Take me home," a female voice cracked through the phone. They exchanged a glance before going off into a full sprint to save Sam.
Sam looked around for a Constance before yelling in pain and yanking his hoodie open. There were five new holes burned through the fabric, matching to Constance's fingers: she suddenly flickered in front of him, her hand reaching into his chest.
From a distance, Jane could hear Sam's screams of pain and she pushed her legs to go faster, passing Dean. She could see Constance's figure flickering in front of Sam and her mind went into full blown panic and before she knew it she was raising her gun.
A gunshot went off, shattering the window and startled Constance, distracting her for a moment. Jane continued to fire at her as Dean caught up with her. Constance glared at the girl, vanishing for a moment before disappearing completely. Sam managed to sit back up and started the car.
"I'm taking you home."
The car speeds off in the direction of the house and Dean watched, heartbroken. Jane smacked him up the back of his head.
"Now is so not the time Dean," She chided before they ran towards the house just as Sam crashed through the side of the house. The two hurry through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car.
"Sam! Sam!" Dean shouted as they reached the window.
"You okay?" Jane asked instantly.
"I think..." He blinked.
"Can you move?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Sam nodded, "Help me?"
Dean leaned through the window to give Sam a hand and as he pulled him out Jane raised her gun in alarm.
"There you go," Dean closed the car door just as they hear Jane say, "Oh crap," under her breath. They look up and see Constance glaring down at them before throwing a framed picture down. A bureau suddenly pushes the three back, pinning them against the car. Lights start to flicker as they tried to push the large piece of furniture away; Water started to pour down the staircase. At the top of the stairs were two children, a boy and a girl.
"You've come home to us, Mommy," They echoed as Constance looked at them in distraught. Suddenly they moved behind her embracing her tightly. Her image flickered and in a surge of energy, still screaming, Constance and the two children melted into a puddle in the floor. The pressure of the bureau was gone and the three siblings shoved it over before going over to look at the spot where Constance and her children vanished.
"So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean stated and Sam nodded.
"That's why she could never go home," Sam explained, "She was too scared to face them."
"You found her weak spot," Jane smiled up at her brother, despite what just happened, "Nice work, Sammy." Dean slapped him on the chest before walking away to inspect his car. Sam laughed through the pain.
"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you," He teased, nudging the small girl, "What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Jane let out a scoff.
"I panicked," She shrieked before giving him a punch in the arm, "And it saved your ass so you're are so very welcome." Sam laughed and wrapped an arm around her as she did the same to his waist, both savoring the light hearted bantering as they returned back to Dean, who leaned over to look at the Impala.
"I'll tell you another thing, if you screwed up my car," Dean twisted around to face Sam, "I'll kill you."
The Impala tore down the road with one headlight out as Jane flipped through her dad's journal in the back seat with a flashlight in her mouth and Sam sprawled out a map in front of him. She repeated the coordinates to Sam.
"Okay, here's where Dad went," Sam circled the spot, "It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."
"Sounds charming," Dean nodded, "How far?" Jane moved forward so her head was on Sam's shoulder as she glanced down at the map.
"I'd say about six hundred miles," She estimated.
"Hey," Dean smiled over at the two, "if we shag ass we could make it by morning." Jane felt Sam's head move to glance at him and she moved back.
"Guys, I, um..." Sam began and Jane turned her flashlight off.
"You're not going," Jane stated sadly as Dean moved his attention from Sam to the road, obviously disappointed.
"The interview's in like, ten hours," Sam reminded them, "I gotta be there." They both nodded and Jane lied down on the back seat and closed her eyes, wanting this day to be over now.
"Yeah," Dean said in disappointment, "Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home." Dean glanced at him before looking back in the rearview mirror to see Jane move her back towards them, knowing this was hitting her the hardest.
Pulling in front of the apartment, Sam got out of the car as quietly as he could and Dean frowned at him.
"What," He demanded, "You're not gonna say goodbye to her? Again?"
"I don't wanna wake her," Sam whispered, looking down. Dean let out a bitter laugh."
"Yeah, well it killed her the last time you left without saying goodbye," He grumbled and Sam glanced at the back seat.
"Just," Sam paused; guilt flooded him, "Take care of her okay? And tell her that I'm sorry."
"Yeah, whatever," Dean mumbled. Sam stood up before leaning back down.
"Call me if you find him?" Dean nodded, "And maybe I can meet up with you two later, huh?" As much as he didn't want to admit it, going on the case with them reminded him of the good times that they actually had when it came to this life.
"Yeah, all right," Dean nodded again and Sam gave the car two pats before turning away. At the last minute Dean called out to Sam causing him to look back.
"You know, the three of us," Dean let out a small smile, "we made a hell of a team back there."
"Yeah," Sam gave a nod, looking at him with a sad look as they drove off.
Dean nodded along to the music that was playing quietly when all of a sudden Jane shot up from her seat gasping, a sudden surge of panic overcoming her. Dean jumped in his seat, turning to look back at her for a second with wide eyes.
"What the hell Jane," Dean breathed, "You scared the crap out of me."
"Dean where's Sam?" Jane hyperventilated when she noticed the giant wasn't in three passenger's seat.
"He had to go back Janey, I know he didn't-" Dean tried to break it to her as gently as he could but was cut off by the fact that Jane had rushed to crawl up to the front seat and he immediately pulled the car over and parked, "Jane! What the hell-"
"You need to turn the car around," Jane stressed and noticed that he was just staring at her and started to yell, "NOW DEAN NOW!" Dean scrambled to turn the car back on and turned them around as fast as he could, occasionally glancing at her through the corner of his eye. She may only be 5'3, but she had their father's loud mouth and an angry Jane was not a walk in the park.
Pulling back up to Sam's apartment, Jane jumped out of the slow moving car, startling Dean. Dean glanced up at building and noticed the smoke coming out of it and swore under his breath as he unbuckled his seat belt, deciding to question Jane's weird act later. Dean met her at the door where she was picking the front door and flung it open. Dean pushed her back out of instinct when the situation felt a little too similar to an incident back in Lawrence and he went to kick the front door open.
"Sam!" Jane shouted but her breath hitched in her throat when she saw Jess sprawled across the ceiling, burning. Sam raised one arm to shield his face.
"Jess!" Sam cried as Dean ran to Sam to pull him up. Jane couldn't move at all. The warmth of the fire and the scream felt way too close for comfort with her. Her mind raced back to her mom. Did she-
Dean looked up and saw Jess and his eyes went straight to Jane. She wasn't supposed to see this; she was never supposed to see the way her mother died, not like this.
"No! No!" Sam cried and Dean yelled for Jane who snapped out of her trance and help Dean drag Sam off the bed and shove him out the door. Dean grabs Sam off the bed and bodily shoves him out the door, Sam struggling all the way.
Jane watched from afar as fire trucks came and police officers shoved back the people who came to see what happened.
"Jane-" Dean looked down at his baby sister.
"Is that how mom died?" She asked quietly. When he didn't answer, she nodded and walked over to the back of the car to join Sam. She was completely shaken from this and she didn't even know the girl. She couldn't imagine how Sam must've felt.
"You okay?" She asked as Dean came around and looked at Sam. Sam didn't answer, instead he loaded his shotgun. His face set in a mask of desperate anger. The same one she'd seen on her dad many times. Sam looked up at the two and took notice of their concerned expression before nodding and tossing the shotgun into the trunk and shutting it.
"We got work to do."
Little experiment to see how well this story goes! I'm currently brainstorming what to do with Jane and if any of you can catch it in this chapter than bravo. This took me so long to write so anyone writing an SPN story, I give you guys major props because this took me forever! I hope you guys like my oc Jane. Please leave any feedback for me, constructive criticism is very much welcomed. Let me know if you guys like it or if you don't and what you'd want to see!
The title of this story actually came from a song, brownie points for anyone who can guess what it is!
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