AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you follow Charlie's story at all, you'll know I've been having issues with anxiety lately, and that's translated into anxiety about writing and publishing my fics. So thanks to those of you who have followed, favorited, and left reviews, it does help me. Content warning in this chapter for mild smut.

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I stood at the front desk and picked up the phone receiver. I had to be quick- there was a shift change at 6 AM, and the night staff and morning staff held a short meeting together in the office. I was alone- for now.

I dialed Dean's number and listened to it ring, praying he wasn't in the shower. I didn't even know what day of the week it was.

"H'lo?" he answered sleepily.

"Dean?" I whispered.

"Yeah...who'z 'is?" he grumbled.

"Dean, it's Jane-"

"Oh, hey-"

"Listen," I said quickly, "Something's going on. I'm in the medical wing, they told me I was sick but I don't think I am. I—I heard a couple of nurses talking, one of them said something about selling blood, and then the other one said 'Who would have thought that Winchester blood would just fall into our lap'! I—I think they mean the baby! I'm scared, Dean-" my eyes filled with tears.

"Oh my God," he muttered, "Tell me again what they said? All of it!" his voice was urgent. I relayed the conversation I had overheard, and I heard him exhale as I spoke.

"Okay...okay...uh, hold tight, okay? We'll, uhh—I gotta talk to my Dad, but we'll be there-"

"What if they move me?" I asked anxiously.

"Don't worry, we'll, uh, we'll figure it out. Just, uh, act normal, don't say anything to them, and we'll be there as soon as we can, okay?"

"Okay...I—I-I gotta go," I said.

"All right, just hang on, okay?"

"Yeah...bye." I hung up, and started to walk back to my room. Behind me, I heard the door to the office open. "What are you doing?" I heard a voice say.

I had to think fast. I turned. "The, um...the wind woke me up, a branch was banging on the window. I wanted to see if I could get some water."

"Go back to your room. I'll bring you some." It was the same woman from before, the one with the pale blue eyes. I felt goosebumps break out on my arms for some reason.

I laid in bed and listened to the wind. Sometimes during the middle of the night, the wind had picked up, and now it was raining. The rain pattered against the window every so often. It would have been a relaxing sound, but I was too nervous, and it made me feel more jumpy.

There was a quick rap on the door, and the nurse from before came in, followed by another nurse, who was pulling a metal stand with an IV bag attached to it.

"We're going to give you some fluids," the pale woman said.

I sat up. "Wh-why? I've been feeling better."

"Well, you're not better. We're going to take you to get an amniocentesis."

"Why?" I looked up at both the nurses with fear.

"To make sure that the baby is healthy."

"But—but amnios are dangerous, aren't they? I mean—there's a risk of miscarriage!" I exclaimed.

The nurses glanced at each other. "And where did you hear that?"

"My- my mother, when she had my youngest sister, they had to talk to a doctor about getting an amnio, and they were told that it was risky. She opted not to get one," I told them.

"Well, it will be fine," the second nurse said, fiddling with the IV tubing, "Let's get this started."

"Don't I—don't I have to agree to it? Don't I have to sign forms for testing? I—I don't want an amnio!" I said.

"We'll talk more about that later, let's get this IV in," the nurse said soothingly, "And we'll bring you breakfast, shortly, all right?"

I sat, trying not to cry, as the nurse inserted the IV into my arm and taped it into place. I remembered learning about an amniocentesis where a doctor inserted a needle into a pregnant woman's belly, to take some tissues samples from the baby. There was a big risk of something going wrong, and that was why my mother had chosen not to get one. The prospect of having to get one made my anxiety jump a notch.

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I could feel that I was in motion, and hear the sound of rain pattering every so often, and the sound of an engine. I moved slightly, and felt pressure on my wrist—I couldn't move it, it was being held against something.

Oh, that's right... I had gotten sleepy after they had put the IV in. I had laid in bed for hours, drifting in and out of weird dreams, being lulled by the sound of rain falling and being woken up at one point by a crash of thunder. The thunder storm lasted for hours, it seemed like, the crashes making the windows rattle and the lights flicker. It didn't bother me too much, because I was still pretty out of it.

They had wheeled a stretcher into my room late at night, and I had fussed at them. I became panicky- how would Dean find me if they took me somewhere? What were they going to do to me? I didn't want any testing done!

I tried to fight them as they talked to me, and then a nurse brought a syringe in and injected something into the IV line. As I started to fall asleep, I saw one of the nurses get out a pair of leather restraints and attach them to the side rails of the stretcher.

"Geez, take the turns a little slower! The last thing we want is to end up in a ditch!" I heard a voice hiss. It sounded like the person was sitting next to me.

"Shut up, I know what I'm doing!" another voice snapped from behind me.

"I wish this fog would let up and we could see where we're going," said a voice on the other side of me.

"Well I'm the one driving, so just shut it," the voice behind me gritted out, "Oh, shit, what is this?"

I felt the vehicle slowing down, and then stop.

"Yes, officer, what's, uh-"

"Your left tail light is out. Can I see license and registration please?" I heard a deep voice say.

"Look, we're transporting a sick patient to the hospital, we don't got time for this-"

"I'll give you a police escort after we finish here, all right? I need your paperwork," the deep voice said sternly.

I opened my eyes slightly. I was in the back of a small ambulance, and the woman with the light blue eyes was sitting on one side of me. On the other side was one of the other nurses.

There was a bang on the back of the ambulance, and the doors opened. Two men stood there, wearing black uniforms and hats. I could see the flashing red and blue lights of police cars behind them. They were back-lit by the headlights, so I couldn't see their faces.

"Hey, what's going on!" the nurse on the right demanded, "We've got a sick patient here!"

"Federal marshals, ma'am," said one of the men. His voice sounded- familiar. "We got a call about some suspicious activity and we need to check that everything is in order. Need to see the paperwork on this patient."

"Federal marshals? What for?" the other nurse said skeptically, "I wanna see some ID-"

And then things happened very fast. The other voice outside yelled, "Code V!" and there were sounds of a struggle. I heard the front door open and something was slammed against the side of the ambulance.

The two marshals pulled out guns and fired them, but bullets didn't come out, I saw tiny darts fly into the necks of the two nurses. The one with the blue eyes gasped and clawed at her neck, and then slumped over, her eyes fluttering.

The marshal who had spoken stepped up into the ambulance and looked down at me. It was Mr. Winchester! He nodded slightly at me, and turned back to the other man, still outside. "It's go time," he said.

The other nurse pulled the syringe out of her neck and laughed. "Surprise, asshole, I'm not one of them," she snarled. I looked up at her and gasped in shock- her eyes had turned completely black!

She raised her hand, and all of a sudden Mr. Winchester had a small flask out, and he splashed her with liquid. It sizzled and turned to steam as it hit her skin, and she screamed and grabbed at her face where the liquid had touched her.

The other man threw rope at her, and it landed around her neck. He pulled on the noose, and as it tightened on her skin, more steam rose from the rope. "What—the-hell-is-this-" she gasped, clawing at the rope.

"Hemp rope soaked in salted holy water," Mr. Winchester growled. He pulled something out of a pocket- a syringe- and injected it into the womans' neck. She sank down onto the floor.

Another man had come around to the back of the vehicle, and the men started to pull the unconscious nurse out. One of them was tall and thin and the other one had a beard.

Mr. Winchester leaned over me, removing the leather restraints from my wrists and ankles and helping me to sit up. "How are you doing, can you walk?" He noticed the IV in my arm and disconnected it. "We'll have to get that out later, all right? Come on," he took my arm and I stood up, but my legs wobbled, and I started to collapse. I whimpered, and he picked me up in his arms.

"All right, sweetheart, it's okay, I've got you," he said, turning to get out.

The men were working on pulling the other nurse out beside us, and she sat up and hissed at us. I stared at her- her lips were drawn back from her teeth, and it looked like more teeth—pointed teeth- had come out of her gums.

"What—what's that!" I gasped.

"Shh," Mr. Winchester got out of the ambulance.

I heard footsteps and turned my head. Dean and Sam were running towards us.

"All right, take her to the cabin like we talked about, we've got to deal with this. It'll take some time...we're gonna need to set up an exorcism," Mr. Winchester told Dean, "We don't know what they gave her, so you're gonna have to watch her for a while. Make sure she stay hydrated and warm, all right? I'll call you when we're done."

"Yes sir," Dean said, stepping forward. Mr. Winchester transferred me into Dean's arms.

"Dean," I murmured, clutching his leather jacket. I started to cry, feeling overcome by everything that had happened.

"Hey, baby," he looked down at me and smiled. "Okay, Sam, let's go." He turned, and they began to walk quickly down the road.

"Dean, wha- what's goin on?" I murmured, "I saw—that nurse—had- extra teeth! Fangs!" I tried to shift upright.

"Shh, no, relax," Dean tightened his arms around me, "We'll talk later, okay?" He wiped my tears with his thumb.

"Dean, they took me... cuffed me- to the stretcher...was so scared...she had black eyes!" I whimpered, grabbing at his collar.

"Okay, okay, relax, you're safe now...I gotcha, okay, I gotcha," Dean soothed me, "Sammy, get the door, the front."

He leaned down and into the front seat of the car, setting me down gently. Sam went around and slid into the passenger side. Dean got behind the wheel and started the car.

"Where—we goin'?" I mumbled.

"Some place safe," Dean told me, turning the wheel.

"M'cold," I whimpered. I felt motion next to me, and opened my eyes. Sam was taking off his jacket, and he draped it over me.

Dean leaned over and turned the heat on, making the vents point towards me. Soon the car was warm, and I drifted to sleep again.

I woke up when the car door creaked open. I had been leaning over, my head on Sam's shoulder. I sat up with a jerk, feeling a hand on my arm.

"C'mon, babe," Dean pulled on my hand. I slid across the seat and turned to get out of the car.

"Hold on," he said, and slid his arms behind my back and under my knees, lifting me up and holding me against his chest again.

"Where are we?" I asked. I could hear crickets and water dripping. By the light of the headlights, I could see woods, and that we were in a small clearing. A large square shape loomed up ahead- a house of some kind.

"Third rock on the right side, Sam," Dean said as he walked. I saw the round circle of light from a flashlight bobbing in front of us. Sam crouched down in front of a small garden that had a wall of rocks in front of it, and moved one of them. There was a small metal box under it, and he picked it up and then stood.

Dean carried me up the stairs, Sam walking ahead of us with the light. He unlocked the door of a small cabin and we went inside. Dean carried me over to a sofa and set me down.

"Be right back, I'm gonna get the lantern," he told me.

I could smell dust and a faint smell of mildew, an old-furniture smell. The air was chilly, and I shivered- I was only wearing a hospital gown and a pair of socks.

There was the scrape of a match being lit, and then the flare of light. Dean brought over a large lantern and set it on the table in front of me.

"How you doin'?" he asked me.

"I'm cold, and—and scared," I said, shivering.

"I gotta go out and get a couple things out of the car, all right? Be right back. You stay put," and I heard him walk away.

In a few minutes he and Sam were back in the cabin.

"You get the salt set up, Sam," Dean said, unzipping a duffle.

"Okay," Sam agreed, and walked away.

"Salt? What for, are you gonna cook something?" I asked.

"No...you thirsty?" he set a small green cooler on the table next to the lantern and opened it. He took out a bottle of water and twisted the lid off, offering it to me. "Drink some, okay? We need to flush whatever they gave you out of your system."

I drank some of the water. "Dean, how did you guys find me? Why did—I don't understand what- what happened. I—it was all so weird, I had all these weird dreams, and- and then-" tears filled my eyes, "The one nurse, I swear her eyes went black! And the other one, oh God, she made this awful hissing sound- and her teeth, it looked like she had all these fangs!" I shook my head, "am I on a lot of drugs? Am I high?"

"No, it's—we'll talk later, okay? When my dad gets here."

"Dean, who were they? Why did—they talked about my blood! They wanted my blood, how did they know that the baby is yours?" I asked with agitation.

"Shh, stay calm," he leaned down and rubbed my shoulder, "You are cold. Lemme- hey Sammy!" he called, "Can you lend Jane a pair of your sweats?"

"What?" Sam came over to us, "Why does it gotta be mine?"

"Because, dork, you're about the same size. If I give her a pair of my pants she'll drown in 'em," Dean said.

Sam sighed. "Fine," he walked over to a duffle and unzipped it, rooting around in it and then pulling out gray fabric. He walked over and handed the pile to me.

"Thanks," I said.

Dean wiggled his fingers. "Ooh, Sammy, your sweats are gonna have girl cooties on them, you won't be able to wear 'em again!" he teased.

Sam shoved Dean's shoulder. "Aw, be quiet, jerk!"

"Yeah, make me, bit-" Dean stopped, and I looked up to find them both staring at me. I'd been pulling the sweatpants on and the hospital gown had bunched up over my stomach, showing my panties and my pale stomach for a moment. I realized that the shoulder of the gown had come unsnapped, and the fabric was hanging down and exposing most of my shoulder and upper chest.

"Sorry," I muttered, pulling the hoodie on and zipping it up.

"Uh—uh, you get all the salt lines down, Sammy?" Dean asked, and his voice shook a little. Sam turned and walked away. "Yeah, I did. Uh—let's make sure the door's locked-" and Dean walked over with him.

Dean cleared his throat as he walked back over to me. "You finish your water?" he asked.

"Not yet," I replied.

"How you feelin'?" he sat down next to me.

"Um, okay, just...shaken up, you know?" I looked up at him. His green eyes shone in the lamplight.

"Yeah...you dizzy, or feelin' like you might, y'know, puke or anything?"

"No," I leaned my head against his arm, "I'm so glad to be out of there...I was so scared, Dean," my voice shook and tears came to my eyes.

"You're okay now," Dean lifted his arm and put it around my shoulders. I turned towards him, sliding my arms around his torso and burying my face in his side. I couldn't help it, I started to cry again, more from relief this time.

"Oh, hey...c'mon, it's okay," he murmured, his lips against my hair. He leaned forward. "Here, drink some more water, 'kay?"

I sniffled, and nodded, and took a drink.

"Shhh," he soothed, and I curled into him again. I started to relax, and then I started to fall asleep.

Eventually I heard him say, "Hey, come on, let's get you in bed," and I opened my eyes. He put his arm around my waist and guided me across the room to a bed up against the far wall. The sheets were cold when I got in, and I grabbed his arm.

"Please stay," I begged, "I—I'm scared, Dean."

"Uh—all right," he agreed, "Shove over."

I moved over in the bed, and he sat with his back propped up against the headboard. I curled up against his side and he put his arm around me.

It took me a few minutes to remember where I was when I woke up. I could hear someone breathing next to me and feel a body behind me—I opened my eyes and turned my head.

Dean was laying in bed, under the covers, on his stomach with his arm under the pillow. I turned around to face him, and he opened his eyes briefly and rolled to face me. He put his arm around me and drew me into his chest.

"Mmm—Jane," he murmured, pulling me up against his body.

"Dean, I—I thought I'd never see you again," I whispered.

"I'm here, baby," he whispered back. He brushed my hair back from my face and then kissed me, cupping my cheek.

After weeks of no-one touching me except to do things like take my blood pressure, this felt like heaven. I could smell his smell, feel the muscles in his chest against me, and I kissed him back and put my hand on the back of his head, running my fingers through the short hair there.

He propped himself up on his elbow and then pushed me onto my back, rolling his body on top of mine. He began to kiss me more insistently, his tongue finding mine. He thrust his hips against me and I could feel a hard length pressing on my lower abdomen.

"Oh—god, Dean," I panted, desire sweeping through me. I opened my legs and he settled between them, then I moved my hips in tandem with his, finding a rhythm, as we continued to kiss.

We both heard it at the same time- a thrumming in the distance, coming closer. Car engines. Dean pulled back and looked down at me.

I heard Sam's voice, "They're here."

Dean got off of me and we both sat up. Sam was over on the sofa, sitting up in a sleeping bag and rubbing his eyes sleepily.

Dean stood up as we heard car doors slamming and then footsteps coming up the wooden porch steps. He walked towards the door, throwing on a loose hoodie and zipping it up.

He opened the door, and three men walked in, carrying duffles.

"Hey, Dad," Dean said.

"Everything okay here?" Mr. Winchester asked.

"Yes sir," Dean replied.

Mr. Winchester looked over at me, and I noticed him looking at the blankets on the bed. "How are you feeling?" he asked me, "Sleep okay?" he looked at Dean.

"Yes, I'm fine," I said, "Sam lent me some clothes because I was cold."

"They had your things in the ambulance, so we got them for you," Mr. Winchester walked over to the table in the tiny kitchen area and set down a paper bag. "I've got breakfast here, come and eat."