Tequila

This was insane. Jane though the most crazy thing she had ever done had been to let herself be hauled to Mexico by a strange albeit handsome guy that she didn't really know. No… that was mild. This now topped the list. She was standing in a graveyard, in the middle of the night, watching said strange albeit handsome guy dig up an ancient grave. "This is illegal."

"Sweetheart, either shut up or… no, just shut up. And keep an eye out, let me know if anyone is coming."

"Don't call me that! And I will not shut-" She shut up, frowning as she watched the woman behind Dean. Well, behind and slightly over, he had dug a sizeable hole by this point. "Hola?"

"I told you to-" He stopped, staring at her and then turned, letting out a curse. "It's her!" He was already scrambling out of the grave, which wasn't easy given that he had hit the wooden, rotted coffin. "Get my gun."

She dropped to a crouch, eyes fastened on the approaching apparition. She was wavering between skepticism, fear, and something almost giddy. "Her? The bride?" Her tone was shaky and sarcastic as she fumbled in his bag for his sawed off. "That's-" He snatched the gun from her and she recoiled, clamping her hands over her ears.

She had disappeared, the instant before he thought he shot her. Dean turned in a circle, trying to ignore the sounds of Jane scuffling about in the dirt below him. "Quiet!" He was almost instantly rewarded with muffled scuffling sounds. "Come on bitch, where'd you go?"

That was a ghost and it wasn't freaking her out as much as she would have thought. What was freaking her out was the fact that the legend said this was a murderous ghost, and she wasn't keen on the idea of dying because of someone already dead. She would go through the break down, I'm crazy, it's not real thing after this fiasco was over with.

Dean was trying to get a clear shot on this jilted would-be bride, who was not taking his intentions of putting her to rest very well. He lost track of Jane, so long as she stayed out of his way and Lolita here remained focused on him, he wasn't going to worry about the woman he had basically kidnapped. Sort of.

Then he heard wailing and whirled around, finding the bride on fire and Jane trying to claw her way out of the grave. Smoke was rising from behind her and flames were starting to jump, high enough to reach her because she let out a low scream. "Jane!"

"Get me out!" She screeched, grabbing his wrists when he reached for her. She let Dean do the work of pulling her out, now trying to kick her on fire skirt away from her legs. The moment he let go and she was on solid ground, she dropped and rolled, tugging at the waist at the same time.

He didn't think, just reacted and helped her, ripping the very ruined skirt down her legs and kicked it into the flame behind him. "Jane, are you all right? Are your burnt bad?"

She sat up, reaching with trembling hands to assess her legs. "No… no… I'm…" Her eyes strayed to the grave and to where the ghost had gone up. "I need a drink."

"Me too, sweetheart." He dropped down beside her.

Tequila hangovers were the worse.

Jane didn't mind that she had fallen asleep wrapped in only a towel. She didn't mind that she had fallen asleep, in only a towel, next to Dean, in his bed. She didn't even mind the fact that he had stripped down to nothing but a sheet. What she minded was the construction going on in her head and the equally painful and annoying sounds of celebration going on outside.

It wasn't helped that as soon as her thought process became somewhat ordered, she began recalling the prior night, and this morning's, events. They had killed a ghost. Well, she had. With salt and fire. Dean had explained some things to her, she had called them both crazy. They had drank. She had finally admitted she wasn't crazy but he definitely was. Drank some more.

He had asked her how she had known what to do. She had once again told him she was psychic.

More tequila.

She didn't remember falling asleep, she just knew she had. Obviously, she was now up.

"No…"

Jane glanced down, arching an eyebrow at the sight of Dean flailing a hand on her empty pillow.

"Get down here." He ordered gruffly, his eyes remaining closed. "Now."

She didn't mind that she obeyed him without a second thought.

"Tequila is the best remedy for a hangover."

"Tequila is why we're hung over to begin with."

"This is a wedding."

"Shouldn't we at least pretend to be sober?"

Dean shrugged, knocking back his shot while pressing hers in her hand. "We're the only reason this wedding is going on without problems. Drink up."

Hesitantly, Jane took the shot, and winced, shaking her head. She served drinks and worked in a bar, she wasn't a drinker, not really. Not until last night at least, but last night had called for getting totally smashed. Now that she thought about it, and the whole ghost thing, getting smashed might also be on tonight's agenda.

Dean grinned when she poured their next round. "Hell yeah, baby." He toasted her.

She returned his smile, uncertain if she liked being called baby any more than she had sweetheart. He had taken up 'baby' last night… no, it wasn't preferable. She didn't like either, but try telling him that. Her thoughts were broken when the mother of the bride appeared. "Um, yes?"

Dean looked back and forth between the women, frowning slightly. The mom was speaking rapidly and Jane looked mildly confused. "What's going on?"

"I think… I think we're being stolen."

"What? Why?"

"Not sure, but we're being nominated to replace the best man and a bridesmaid…"

Dean reached for the half empty bottle and took a long pull from it before passing it to her. She did the same. "Don't suppose rock salt would work on them, do you?"

"I think I need another drink."

"…Mr. and Mrs. Winchester…" The padre looked at the very inebriated couple standing before him, both of them giggling like little children as the reception went on behind them. "You may now kiss-" He shook his head when the last minute groom claimed his suddenly blushing bride's lips.

Valeria, the actual bride of this reception, let out a wolf whistle.

That had been some great tequila.