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Chapter 9

The Winchesters pulled up in front of small comic book store called Golden Comics. Jane had always secretly been a fan of comics. Not that she'd admit that to her brothers. She had downloaded a few off the net and read them while her brothers were otherwise engaged. Her favorites had included the graphic novelization of Anita Blake. She loved Jean Claude. It was too bad real vampire weren't so romantic.

They had come to this particular comic book store because other occupants of the building had been reporting strange occurrences like lights flickering and cold spots. It wasn't usually enough to make the Winchesters take the case but it had been a dry few weeks with not a whole lot of activity and the siblings were starting to get on each other's nerves.

Dean was still upset about Anna's disappearance. He didn't share with his siblings what had happened out at Bobby's between him and Anna but Sam and Jane both knew what had probably happened. It was uncharacteristic of their brother, however, to be glum about anything for such a long period of time. Usually a good meal would force him out of his depression. No amount of bacon cheeseburgers were able to bring him out this time. Jane shook her head. The effect angels had on this family.

Sam, well Jane didn't quite know what to make of Sam. Something was up with him. He was spending an awful lot of time with Ruby. He never talked about his outings with Ruby and that was a bad sign. Sam was an open book, usually, about all aspects of his life and the fact he wasn't willing to share worried her.

Jane for the most part was a wreck. Silently, she suffered thinking about Castiel. How they couldn't be together. How he kept telling her he had something to tell her. What could he possibly want to tell her anyway? She was also starting to notice a change in her mood. She was much more emotional than ever before and her appetite increased. She chalked it up to stress. She was going to weigh 300 pounds before she was done. Already her clothes were becoming too tight.

They walked through the door of the small comic book shop. It smelt musty . The comics must not have been well circulated in this store. The Winchesters were dressed in their usual FBI attire. Outside they had each pulled out a fake badge and put it into their pocket. Jane looked down at hers trying to remember who she was supposed to be. She was JoAnn Perry. One of these times she was going to goof up she knew it. It was hard to keep your head straight with all these different alias.

She pulled out the creases in her skirt and stood watching the man behind the counter. He was a short, heavier man with a severe receding hair line. Seeing men like this made her a little bit happier she'd been blessed with good genes. She looked at her brothers. They were both tall and handsome and well defined. She wasn't overly tall like her brothers and she didn't work out nearly as much as they did but she was still slender and athletic. The Winchesters were just plain and simple good looking people. Arrogant but true.

The man seemed surprised to see them there. She was sure it wasn't every day people dressed so professionally walked into his little shop. "Uh, can I help you?" he asked hesitantly.

"Sure hope so," Dean said as the siblings pulled out their FBI id's showing them to the man, "Agent De Young, Shaw and Perry. We just need to ask you a few questions."

"Notice anything strange in the building the last couple of days?" Sam asked.

"Like what?" asked the bald guy.

"Some other tenants reported flickering lights," Dean added.

"Uh, I don't think so. Why?"

"What about noises? Any skittering in the walls kinda like rats?" Sam asked.

"And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?"

Dean smirked looking at his siblings.

"What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?" Sam asked

The man looked at them for a few moments then a big smile erupted over his face.

"I knew it. You guys are LARPing aren't you?"

"What?" Jane asked speaking for the first time.

"Excuse me?" Dean added looking at this sister.

"You're fans?" the man asked

"Fans of what?" Sam asked confused.

"What is LARPing?" asked Dean once again looking at his sister. She shrugged.

"Like you don't know," the man began with a grin. When the Winchesters just stared at him he continued, "live action role-playing and pretty hardcore too," he pointed to their outfits.

The Winchesters looked down at themselves in unison. I like this suit Jane thought to herself.

"Sorry, I have, uh, no idea what you're talking about," Dean said defeated.

"You're asking questions like the building haunted like those guys from the books. What are they called, uh?" the man said thinking to himself, "Supernatural."

The Winchesters shared a look between them then back at the man. The three shook their heads.

"Two guys and their smoking hot friend use fake id's with rock aliases hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names Steve, Dirk and Janet? Uh, Sal, Dane and June?" the man continued trying to name them. Sam and Dean looked at each other but Jane smiled widely. Smoking hot friend indeed. She shook her head to tousle out her hair. She could feel the eyes turn on her. Every comic loving geek just became very aware of a real living breathing female in the room.

"Sam, Dean and Jane?" Sam asked hesitantly.

"That's it!"

Sam and Dean shared another look and looked back at their sister who was standing behind them. She smiled widely still amused at the little mans description of her. Dean shook his head and gave her a look that clearly said quit it. She frowned and turned her attention back towards the guy stone faced. She put her hands on her hips and pushed her jacket back a little so her satin pink blouse showed off her assets.

"So you're saying this is a book?" Dean asked unsure of what to make of all this.

"Books," the guy corrected him, "it was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies though. Kinda more of a underground cult following." the man pointed towards the store and got up from his chair. He walked over to a rack that was marked bargain bin. The Winchesters followed him. Jane's heels clicked on the linoleum all the men in the store turned again to look at her. Jane was loving the attention. She put her hands on her hips and pushed her coat back and leaned back to stretch a little, a small playful smile on her lips.

Dean looked behind him and caught her. He again gave her a nasty look. She straightened up. She glared at the back of his head. There was nothing wrong with a girl being playful. It's not like she was dating anyone. She frowned at that thought and closed her eyes. She shook her head clearing her thoughts of a certain trench coat wearing angel. The playful mood was over. She turned her attention back to the comic book store owner with a sour look.

The comic book store owner handed dean a book telling him that it was the first one. Dean read the back cover about how they had hunted a woman in white. Jane looked at Sam. That sounded exactly like the first case they had worked after the twins returned from school.

"We're going to need all the copies of Supernatural you got," Sam told them man.

The man went around the store gathering the books. He had fifteen in total. It wasn't the entire series though. Dean paid the man and thanked him. On the way out the door a guy who had been looking at comics the entire time the Winchesters were there stopped Jane with a hand on her arm. Jane stood there looking at the man's hand. He had been smiling smugly but now he looked nervous. She looked up from his hand and at his face. He dropped his hand.

"I, uh," he began nervously, "I just wanted to know if you'd like to go out with me sometime."

Jane looked back at her brothers who were having a hard time keeping their composure. She turned back to the guy. "What's your name?" she asked sweetly.

He seemed to gain more confidence. "Tommy," he replied. Jane heard one of her brothers snicker.

"Well, Tommy..." she began. She had initially had every intention of being rude to the boy but as she looked at him she felt sorry for him. She realized it must have been difficult for him to work up the courage to talk to him so she decided to be gentle. She took the man's hand in hers. "I'm dating someone, Tommy, I'm sorry. If it doesn't work out, I'll keep you in mind." she winked at him and left with her brothers.

By the time they reached the car Dean had lost it. Sam was trying to be polite but he too was starting lose it. Dean stood in front of the driver's side door of the Impala doubled over. Jane walked up behind him. She was laughing herself. Poor kid. She pushed her brother. "Shut up, Dean."

When they were back at their motel Dean stretched out on his bed and began leafing through the books. Sam hit the computer and started researching the author. Jane grabbed another copy of the book and laid out on the other bed. She looked at the cover and laughed. It had Sam with short hair and chiseled chest. The illustrator had correctly gauged Sam's gigantic height. Dean, on the other hand, had long flowing blond hair. He was shirtless. Jane started to laugh.

"Dean, you look like Fabio," she said staring at the cover.

Dean shut the book he was reading and looked at the cover. He sighed and looked as his sister, "shut up, Janie. Look at you. You look like a nerd's wet dream."

She looked at herself on the cover. She had long flowing blonde hair that was blowing in the wind. She had unrealistically huge breasts that were barely covered with a tiny white shirt. Her stomach was fully exposed and she was wearing a short plaid mini skirt with knee high black boots. She threw the book down. Dean went back to his book with a smug satisfied smile on his face.

"This is freakin' insane," he said after a few minutes, "how's this guy no all this stuff?"

"You got me," Sam answered from behind the computer. Jane looked over at her twin brother. She could see the glare from the computer on his face.

"Everything is in here. I mean everything." Dean said sitting up, "from the racist truck, to me having sex. I'm full frontal in here, dude."

Jane scoffed at her brothers crudeness, "Dean."

"How come we haven't heard of him before?" he asked standing up and walking towards Sam. He threw his book at his sister as he walked by. She put her hand up to cover her face and glared at him. He smirked.

"Their pretty obscure. Zero circulation. Uh, started in '05, put out a couple of dozen before going bankrupt. And the last one, 'No Rest for the Wicked', ends with you going to Hell." Sam told his brother turning the computer towards him.

Jane got up and went to read over Dean's shoulder. There had been twenty four books in all. She read all of the titles. This was mind blowing.

"I reiterate, freakin' insane," Dean replied, "oh check it out. There's actually fan's. There's not many of them but still did you read this? Although, for fans they sure do complain a lot. Listen to this, simpatico says, 'the demon storyline is trite, clichéd and overall craptastic.' Oh yeah, well screw you simpatico we lived it."

"Uh, yeah, well keep on reading it gets better." Sam told him amused.

Jane watched as Dean clicked onto another web page. Dean laughed.

"There's Sam girls and Dean girls and what's a slash fan," he asked confused looking from his brother to his sister.

"Ew, gross," Jane said disgusted knowing very well what it meant.

Sam laughed, "as in Sam slash Dean. Together." He finished thoroughly grossed out.

"Like together, together?" Dean asked shocked.

"Yeah," Sam said bitterly. Jane started to laugh at the expression on her brothers face.

"They do know we're brothers right?"

"Doesn't seem to matter."

"Oh, come on. That...that's just sick," Dean shut the laptop and scooted it away.

Jane was giggling madly. Her brothers looked so disgusted. Though, it was gross she was completely amused by it.

"I wouldn't laugh Janie. Listen to this review about your character. SD'SLOVA wrote "the character of Jane is a unnecessary. Sam and Dean don't need some preppy Mary Sue tagging along with them. Here's a tip Carver Edlund lose the bitch."" Dean said grinning madly at his sister.

Jane muttered certain niceties or not under her breath.

"We gotta find this Carver Edlund," Dean said.

"Yeah, that might not be so easy, " Sam replied.

"Why not?"

"No tax records, no known address. Looks like Carver Edlund is a pen name."

"Somebody's got to know who he is."

"Well, then Sam slash Dean let's go." Jane said moving to grab her purse. She was still having fits of laughter. Dean looked at his sister.

"Alright, Janie, that's it." he said moving towards his sister. She quit laughing immediately.

"No, Dean, I didn't mean it. No, please." she said backing away from him. Her back of her legs hit the mattress. She looked down at the bed then back up at her still advancing brother. She glanced over at her twin brother who had a smug smile on his face. Dean full on tackled her onto the mattress and pinned her arms down at her sides. She was still begging for mercy. Dean was the only one who could tickle her. She struggled to get away and then called to Sam for help. He backed away and put his hands in the air.

Finally, gasping for air she managed to get out of her brothers grasp and landed unceremoniously on the floor with her legs over her head. Both of her brothers laughed at her. Dean put out his hand to help her up but she looked at his offer wearily. Cautiously she took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. He walked away from her with a satisfied smirk.

"Asshole," she muttered before following her brothers out of the door.

The siblings had driven to this woman's house who had been the publishing agent of the books. She had full size posters of the book covers framed on her walls. She was a strange looking woman with what Jane referred to as skunk hair.

"So you published the Supernatural books?" Sam asked the woman.

"Yeah, yeah, yep. Gosh, these books. You know they never really got the attention they deserved," she told them moving to stand in front of her collection of the series, "all anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap, you know, Dr. Sexy, MD. Huh, please."

"Well, we're hoping that our article can shine a light on an underappreciated series," Sam told her.

"Yeah, yeah cause you know if we got a little bit of good press then maybe we can start publishing again," the woman replied hopeful.

"No, no no no. God, no. "Dean started. Jane and Sam looked at him eyes wide. He cleared his throat and started again, "I mean why would you do that, you know? It's, uh, such a complete series. What with Dean going to Hell and all."

A look came over the woman's face, "oh my God that was one of my favorite ones. Dean was so strong and sad and brave. And Sam, I mean the best parts are when they cry. You know like in when 'Heart' when Sam had to kill Madison, the first woman since Jessica he really loved. And in 'Home', when Dean had to call John and ask him for help." The woman seemed overcome by emotion and turned from him.

Jane mouthed, "What the hell," to her brothers. The boys both looked pained.

"What about Jane?" she asked curiously. The woman turned back towards her. Her face stone.

"I never really thought Jane's character fit the story," the woman replied.

Sam and Dean smirked and Jane frowned. Bitch she thought.

"If only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings," she said.

"Real men?" Dean asked annoyed.

"Uh," the woman said speechless, "uh, no offense, how often do you cry like that?"

"Oh, well, right now I'm crying on the inside," he told her.

Jane smiled unable to help herself. The woman's face clouded, "is that supposed to be funny?"

Dean shook his head realizing his mistake, "Lady, this whole thing is funny."

Jane shook her head. Not as smooth as she had hoped. The woman seemed angry.

"How do I know you three are legit, mmh?" she asked pointing a boney finger at them and moving sit behind her desk.

"Oh trust me," Dean said, "we're legit."

"Well, I don't want any smart ass article making fun of my boys," she replied tersely.

Jane rolled her eyes and Sam spoke up to smooth things over, "No, no, we are actually big fans."

"Hmm," she replied in doubt, "you've read the books."

"Cover to cover," Dean replied.

"What's the year and model of the car?"

"It's a 1967 Chevy Impala."

"What's May 2nd?"

"That's my, uh, that's Sam's birthday."

"January 24th is Dean's" he interjected.

"Sam's score on the LSAT?" she asked.

"Uh, 174?" Sam replied trying to remember.

"Dean's favorite song?"

"It's a tie between Zep's 'Ramble On' and 'Traveling Riverside Blues'," Dean replied smugly.

The woman smiled, "Ok. Ok. What do you wanna know?"

"What's Carver Edlund real name?" Sam asked glad the Q & A was over. It'd have been pretty damn embarrassing if they'd answer questions wrong about themselves. Jane noticed the woman never asked anything about her. Bitch Jane thought again.

"Oh, no, no. I can't tell you that."

"We just wanna talk to him, you know, get the Supernatural story in his own words," Sam told her trying to sound sincere.

"He's very private," the woman told them shaking her head, "he's like Salinger."

"Please," Sam asked using his best puppy dog expression, "like I said we're are big, big fans." He moved his shirt to show the anti possession tattoo. Dean sighed and moved his shirt showing his. Jane did the same careful not to show too much cleavage.

The woman looked at her brothers and licked her lips. Jane looked at her disgusted.

"Awesome," the woman replied seductively. Jane thought she might vomit. The woman stood up and pulled down her pants showing her butt cheek. Jane turned around and walked out the door. She'd had enough. She stood outside on the side of the road kicking a stone waiting for her brothers to come outside.

The boys walked outside to find her waiting for them. Dean held up a piece of paper, "got it!"

"How was the free show?" she asked them angrily.

Dean smirked and winked getting into the driver's seat of the Impala. Jane rolled her eyes and got in the back.

Sam, Jane and Dean approached the ramshackle with trepidation. Did they really want to learn the secrets that lay beyond that door? Sam and Dean traded soulful looks. Then, with determination, Dean pushed the doorbell with forceful determination.

A scrappy man came to the door. He wasn't what any of the Winchesters had been expecting. This guy looked like a timid drunk momma's boy who was still in his bathrobe.

"Are you Chuck Shirley?" Dean asked forcefully.

"The Chuck Shirley who wrote the Supernatural books?" Sam asked.

The man cocked his head to the side, "maybe. Why?"

"I'm Dean, this is Sam and our sister Jane," Dean replied with a sigh, "The Dean, Sam and Jane you've been writing about."

Chuck shut the door. Dean muttered a curse under his breath and rang the doorbell again. The man opened to door again, irritated he told them, "Look, uh, I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really I do, it's always nice to hear from the fans but uh, for your own good I strongly suggest you get a life." He moved to close the door again and Dean stopped him.

"See here's the thing. We have a life, you've been using it to write you're books." Dean said angrily pushing the door open and advancing on the guy.

"Now wait a minute. This isn't funny," Chuck said cowering from the two very tall very angry boys.

"Damn straight this isn't funny," Dean said menacingly.

"Look, we just wanna know how you're doing it," Sam said trying to be the peacemaker as always.

"I'm not doing anything," Chuck said meekly.

"Are you a hunter?" Dean snapped.

"What? No, I'm a writer," Chuck answered.

"Then how do you know so much about demons, and Tulpas and changelings? Dean asked as the three advanced on the writer.

"Is this some kind of 'Misery' thing?" Chuck asked falling back onto the couch, "ah, it is isn't? It's a 'Misery' thing!"

Dean looked back at his siblings, "it's not a 'Misery' thing. Believe me, we are not fans!"

"Then what do you want!" Chuck shouted still laying back on the couch.

"I'm Sam and that's Dean and this is Jane."

"Sam, Dean and Jane are fictional characters. I made them up! They're not real."

"Ok, chuckles," Dean said grabbing Chuck by his robe and pulling him out the door. The twins followed close behind. He opened the trunk of the Impala showing Chuck all of the weapons they had inside. Jane looked at them. Damn, we have a lot of weapons She thought to herself. It had been a while since she had been in the trunk. The boys usually got everything out and just handed it to her.

"Are those real guns?" Chuck asked peering nervously at their collection.

"Yep. This is real rock salt, these are real fake id's." Dean showed him.

Chuck smiled, "I got to hand it to you guys. You really are my number one fans. That's awesome, so..." He started backing up towards the house. Jane was standing behind him and he hadn't noticed her. "I think I have some posters in the house."

Chuck turned as Dean called out for him to stop and ran into Jane. "Oh," he replied simply as his eyes drifted downwards to her chest. She cleared her throat lifting an eyebrow. He looked up at her guilty. They had changed after visiting the comic book store. Jane had on a tank top with a v cut neckline. Dean had complained like he usually did when her clothes weren't matronly.

"See I told you that shirt was too revealing," Dean told his sister as they advanced on Chuck.

Chuck turned, "please don't hurt me."

"How much do you know? Do you know about the angels or Lilith breaking seals?" Sam asked.

Jane looked to the ground willing her tears to go away. Angels were touchy subjects.

"Wait a minute, how do you know about that?" Chuck asked surprise.

"The question is how do you?" Dean asked.

"Cause I wrote it," Chuck said exasperated.

"You kept writing?" Sam asked irritated.

"Yeah even after the publisher went bankrupt but those books never came out."

The Winchesters shared a look. Chuck looked behind to see Jane still standing there. She still looked put out. She was thinking about someone and it was torturing her. Of course, Chuck knew all about it.

"Ok," Chuck said laughing nervously, "this is some kind of joke right? Did that...did Phil put you up to this?"

Dean licked his lips, "well, nice to meet you. I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam and my sister Dorothy Jane."

Chuck looked confused and startled. He opened his mouth several times to say something.

"The last names were never in the books. Or you're actual name," Chuck said glancing at Jane, "I never told anybody about that. I didn't even write that down."

He invited the siblings back into the house. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey on his table and poured himself a drink downing it instantly. He turned around and saw the three waiting on him.

"Oh, you're still there," he said covering his eyes and rubbing his forehead.

"Yep," Dean said.

"You're not a hallucination."

"Nope."

"Well, there's only one explanation. Obviously, I'm a God."

The three Winchesters burst out laughing.

"You're not a God," Sam told him.

"How else do you explain it? I write things and then they come to life? No, man, I'm definitely a God. A cruel, cruel capricious God. The things I put you through. The physical beatings alone."

"We're still in one piece," Dean offered.

"I killed your father. Burned your mother alive and then you had to go through the whole horrific deal with Jessica."

The siblings face grew dark.

"Chuck..." Sam started.

"All for what? All for the sake of literary symmetry. I toyed with your lives, your emotions for entertainment."

Jane gulped. She wondered how far into the series he'd kept writing. Maybe Chuck knew about her little encounter with Castiel. She sure hoped he did not. She did not want her brothers to find out.

"You didn't toy with us, Chuck" Dean started walking towards the writer, "ok, you didn't create us."

"Did you really have to live through the bugs?

"Yeah.

"What about the ghost ship?"

"Yes, that too."

"I am so sorry. I mean horror is one thing but to be forced to live bad writing. If I'd known it was real I'd have done another pass."

"Chuck, you're not a god." Dean said irritated.

"We think you're probably just psychic," Sam offered.

"Or demented," Jane said bitterly earning her glares from the three men in the room. She just shrugged her shoulders.

"No, if I were a psychic do you think I'd be writing? Writing is hard."

"It seems that somehow you're just focused on our lives," Sam said.

"Yeah, like laser focus," Dean said then asked, "Are you working on anything right now?"

Chuck sat down at his computer. Jane noticed it was very out of date. There were papers and pens and glasses laying all over the top of his desk.

"Holy crap," Chuck said looking shocked.

"What?" Dean asked hesitantly.

Chuck grabbed a stack of papers off of his desk, "the, uh, latest book it's kinda weird."

Jane's stomach dropped. Oh, God she thought.

"Weird how?" Sam asked him.

"It's very Vonnegut."

"Slaughter-House Five Vonnegut or Cat's Cradle Vonnegut?" Dean asked surprising his siblings.

"It's, uh, 'Kilgore Trout' Vonnegut. I wrote myself into it. I wrote myself in my house confronted by my characters. "

After that shocking revelation, Dean had decided to leave Chuck and mull it over. Jane had wanted to stay and find out if Chuck knew anything about her escapades. Dean had taken a copy of the manuscript with them. Jane had tried to read it but he kept it to himself wanting to read it first. They had gone to the Laundromat because they hadn't washed clothes in weeks.

Jane was sitting next to Dean watching the machine in front of her. Dean was reading and Sam was changing his clothes from the washer to the dryer.

"I'm sitting in a laundry mat reading about myself sitting in a laundry mat reading about myself. My head hurts," Dean said looking at his sister. She looked over his shoulder and quickly scanned the page. Nothing about that night on that page. She was hoping that if Chuck had written about her and Castiel that it wasn't in the pages he'd given Dean.

"There's got to be something this guys not telling us," Sam said loading the dryer.

"Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck about whether he was telling the whole truth," Dean read.

Sam turned around irritated, "Stop it!"

"'Stop it,' Sam said. Guess what you do next? Sam turned his back on Dean his face brooding and pensive. I mean I don't know how he's doing it but this guys doing it. I can't see your face but those are definitely your brooding and pensive shoulders."

Sam sighed and Dean looked down at the paper, "you just thought I was a dick," he said.

"Guys good," Sam said turning around. Dean glared and went back to the paper.

"Jane sat beside Dean trying to read what had been written about her. She was secretly hoping that nothing had been written about that night," Dean read and then turned to his sister, "something you want to tell us, Janie?"

Jane could feel the heat rise as her face turned red, "uh, no. No, nothing I'd like to share with my brothers."

Dean continued to read silently. Jane sat watching washers again. Sam picked up his laptop and started surfing the internet. They didn't say another word and left when their clothes were finished.

As they were leaving Dean's phone rang. He hung up and looked at his siblings.

"Chuck's written another chapter, let's go."

They found themselves sitting in Chuck's living room. Jane noticed that he had dressed which she was thankful for. She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. Chuck entered the room and glanced at her legs. She silently told herself to not wear a skirt around Chuck anymore.

"So you wrote another chapter?" Sam asked as Chuck paced holding the papers in his hands.

"This was all so much easier before you were real," he said nervously.

"We can take it just spit it out," Dean told him nonchalantly.

"You especially are not going to like this," Chuck said to Dean.

"I didn't like Hell," Dean said roughly.

Chuck sighed, "it's Lilith. She's coming for Sam."

"Coming to kill him?"

"When," Sam asked excitedly. Jane looked at her twin brother. It worried her to see him so excited over the prospect of fighting Lilith.

"Tonight," Chuck said moving to sit on his couch. He sat close to Jane and then looked over at her. She was not feeling friendly and did not hide it. He moved further down the couch away from her.

"She's just going to show up, here?" Dean asked.

"Uh," Chuck started putting on his glasses and clearing his throat. He shuffled through the papers in his hands, "Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire Sam succumbed and they sank into throes of fiery demonic passion."

Jane and Dean shared a look. Wouldn't be the first time Sam did that. Sam, however, burst out laughing. He looked from his brother to his sister noticing their sour faces.

"You're kidding me right?"

"You think this is funny?" Dean asked.

"You don't? Uh, come on, I mean 'fiery demonic passion'."

"It wouldn't be the first time, huh, Sammie?" Jane asked her brother. He looked at her hurt and Jane instantly regretted saying it.

"It's just a first draft," Chuck offered.

"Wait, wait, wait, Lilith is a little girl," Dean said.

Chuck looked up at him, "Uh, no, this time she's a comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana."

"Great, perfect. So what happens after the fiery, demonic, whatever?"

"I don't know," Chuck said dejectedly, "it hasn't come to me, yet."

"Dean, look, there's nothing to worry about. Lilith and me? In bed?" Sam said incredulously to his brother.

Dean just looked at him then turned to Chuck, "how does this whole psychic thing of yours work?"

"You mean my process?" Chuck asked surprised.

"Yes, your process," Dean said irritably.

"Well, it usually starts with a headache, a really bad headache. Aspirin is useless so I drink until I fall asleep. The first time it happened I thought it was just a crazy dream."

"The first you dreamt about us?" Dean asked.

"It flowed. It just kept flowing," Chuck said covering his face, "it still does. I can't stop it, really."

"You can't seriously believe," Sam started amused.

Dean interrupted angrily, "Humor me. Look why don't we just," he stopped as he realized Chuck was handing him the papers. He grabbed them from Chuck, "take a look at these and see what's what."

"You..." he said looking at Chuck.

"Knew you were going to ask for that yeah," Chuck finished nodding his head.

The Winchesters were sitting at the diner in town. Jane was exhausted. They had tried to leave town to avoid the confrontation with Lilith but the bridge had been washed out and they were stuck. She had apologized to Sam for her comment at Chucks. He had been glad to hear it telling her it hurt to know she thought so little of him.

Dean was surly as ever. So far, nothing had been mentioned about her and Castiel. She was hoping it stayed that way. Castiel had made it very clear that no one was to ever know about it. She had laughed to herself thinking that her future was decided by someone like Chuck. Maybe they ought to hog tie him so he couldn't write anymore.

Dean was still reading the manuscript. He had read it three times already. Sam was looking at the menu and Jane was sitting with her head in her hands. She was so very tired. She felt like she'd been up for a week. Her eyes were burning, her stomach was growling. Although, the thought of actually eating that food made her nauseous.

"Hey this could be a good thing," Dean said bringing the twins out of their revelry, " I mean, if this is what puts us on the path to Lilith then all we gotta do is get off the path."

"How do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Well, it's a blue print of what not to do. I mean, if the pages say we go left..."

"Then we go right," Sam finished for him.

"Exactly, we get off book. We never make it to the end. It's opposite day. It says that we get into a fight so no fighting," Dean read.

Jane scoffed, " right, like that's going to happen." Her brothers glared at her.

"No research for you," Dean continued pointing at Sam.

"No bacon cheeseburger for you," Sam interjected.

"Uh, no problem," Dean said sadly, "I'll just order something else."

The waitress came up to the table, "are you guys ready to order?"

"Hi, uh, what's good?" Dean asked her.

"Well, if you like burgers, Oprah's girlfriend said we have the best bacon cheeseburgers in the country," she told them proudly.

Sam scoffed, "I'll just have the cobb salad, please."

"I'll just have two pieces of toast and a bowl of soup," Jane told the waitress. Her brothers gave her a look. Jane had a healthy appetite. Soup and toast was not the norm for her.

"I'll have the veggie tofu burger," Dean said. Jane and Sam looked at him like he'd sprouted tentacles. Dean handed the waitress his menu.

"This whole things ridiculous," Sam stated.

"Lilith is ridiculous? Dean asked his brother.

"The idea of me hooking up with her is."

"Right, cause something like that could never happen," Dean replied with cold amusement. Jane shook her head. She really felt sick. She didn't know if it was the smell of the grease or what but she felt very nauseous.

Sam looked hurt but tried to hold his tongue. They weren't supposed to fight. "Dean for the first time we have warning that Lilith is close."

"So."

"So, we've got the jump on her. If we know when she's coming we know where," he paused trying to think of a way to rephrase it without making his brother mad, "this is an opportunity."

Jane shook her head. He blew it. Dean was pissed.

"Are you..." Dean started angrily then tried to calm himself, "it frustrates me when you say such reckless things."

"Well, it frustrates me when you'd rather hide than fight." Sam replied angrily.

"Boys, please you aren't suppose to fight," Jane weakly replied trying to be the peacemaker. It was only half hearted though because she was so nauseous.

"What the hell is wrong with you, huh Jane?" Dean said ready to pick a fight, "You haven't eaten since this morning. Why did you only get soup?"

"I'm not feeling well," she said softly putting her cold glass up to her forehead.

Her brothers attitude changed. Sam reached over and put a hand to her forehead. His hand was large enough to cover most of her face.

"Huh, you don't feel warm," he replied moving his hand to her cheek.

"What's wrong, Janie?" Dean asked examining her face.

"I just feel nauseous is all. And very very tired. That's probably all it is. I didn't get enough sleep last night."

Their food arrived. Dean looked at his veggie tofu burger. It looked really good. Jane paled a little more at the smell emitting from it. So much grease. Dean took a bite his face lighting up.

"Oh my God, this is delicious," he said relishing the taste, "tofu is amazing. "

The waitress approached their table, "I'm so sorry. I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake."

She took the plate from the table. Jane couldn't take it any longer. She covered her mouth with her hand and ran to the bathroom. She barely made it before she emptied the entire contents of her stomach into the toilet. She sat on the floor and put her head up against the wall of the stall. The coolness felt wonderful. She still felt nauseous.

She realized how dirty it was and got up washing her hands and face. She looked up and jumped. Castiel was standing behind her. She whipped around.

"What are you doing in here?" she whispered furiously. She looked at the stalls to see if anyone was in there with her. They were alone but still anyone could catch them.

"I have to tell you something," he said urgently.

The door started to open. Jane and Castiel shared a look. Jane looked towards the door again trying to think of a thousand excuses as to why she was alone in the ladies restroom with a man. The woman entered and saw Jane standing there.

"Uh," Jane began as the woman stared at her weirdly before entering a stall. Jane looked confused and then back at Castiel. He was gone. She sighed and left the restroom. As she sat back down her brothers asked if she was fine. They were finished eating. She told them she just wanted to go back to their room and lie down. The entire way to the motel she wondered what Castiel had to tell her. That was the second time he'd come to her and said he had something to tell her and twice he hadn't been able too.

They pulled into the motel parking lot. It was disgusting and filthy and scummy and Jane hated it. Dean insisted they stay here instead of the place they had originally intended on staying at to keep "off book". Sam had stated they charged by the hour and Jane had seen a woman scantily clad walking with an older man. Jane looked down at her own attire. She was wearing a tank top and a skirt. She was going to change the minute she got inside. Nothing but sweats and pony tails until the checked out.

Dean started unpacking and placed a hex bag on the nightstand. This hotel didn't have a couch and they were going to have to share. Jane and Sam were arguing over who was going to have to sleep with Dean.

"Jane, no, I'm not sleeping with Dean. He farts."

"You're the boy. You sleep with him. I'm the girl. I get a bed to myself. Gender segregation."

"How about you two share a bed since you are twins and let me have the bed to myself," Dean interrupted.

They both turned to look at him then at each other. Sam shrugged his shoulders. Jane scoffed, "No way. Sam you take up the entire bed and you snore. I'm not sharing a bed with you."

Dean smiled and went back to unpacking. He secretly loved his siblings fighting childishly. It reminded him of when they were younger and he constantly looked after them. Now they were old enough to take care of themselves and part of him missed being their protector.

Sam noticed Dean placing hex bags around the room, " Dean, what are you doing?"

"A couple of hex bags ought to Lilith proof the room," he replied placing another on top of the refrigerator.

"So, what I'm just supposed to hole up here all night?"

"That's exactly what you're going to do and no research. Look I don't care what you do, huh. Use the magic fingers or watch 'Casa Erotica' on pay per view."

"Not while I'm here," Jane stated.

"Well, you're not going to be here because you and I are going out," Dean told her grabbing Sam's laptop.

"Oh dude, come on."

"Call it a little insurance," Dean replied looking for his keys.

"What are you going to do?"

"Well, the pages say that I spend all day driving around in the Impala so I'm going to go park her. And behave yourself would ya? No homework. Watch some porn. Janie let's go," he said walking out the door. Jane gave her brother a sympathetic look and followed Dean.

They drove off. The windows were rolled down and the wind was hitting Jane's face and it felt excellent. For the first time in a long time she was riding up front. She was the shortest therefore the one who always had to sit in the back. She had changed into jogging pants and one of her brothers flannel shirts. It was very big on her but she wanted to seem homely so she wasn't confused with the clientele at the motel. Dean put in ZZtop and they were currently jamming to 'Sharp Dressed Man'. Both Winchesters belting out the lyrics. Jane and Dean shared their love of music.

Dean pulled into a spot not far from the motel and shut off the car. They got out and locked the doors and started to walk back to motel. They made it two steps before Dean turned around and looked at the car.

"Come on, Dean," Jane said.

Dean nodded and they crossed the street. Dean turned to look at his car again and saw two teenage boys trying to break in. Jane couldn't believe it they'd just walked away. Dean started after the boys with Jane a few steps behind.

"Hey," he called out to them.

Jane heard the squeal of tires and watched in horror as Dean was struck by a van. She screamed and ran to him. He had passed out but looked otherwise unharmed. The woman driving jumped out and came running over apologizing.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't see him. He just walked right out in front of me."

"He's going to be ok," she tried to reassure the woman. She looked up and saw the teenagers slamming a crowbar through the back window of the Impala. Damn it! She cursed silently. "Will you stay with him a moment? Those kids are busting up our car." Jane said as the woman nodded.

Dean grunted and began to wake. Jane ran to his side after dealing with the teenagers.

"Oh thank God," Jane and the woman said in unison.

"Stars," Dean said weakly.

"What was that?" the woman asked.

"What are you talking about, Dean?" Jane asked trying to help her brother up noticing the flowered band aids on Dean's head.

"I'm so sorry, I just didn't see you. Are you ok?" the woman was asking.

"Come on, Dean, sit up," Jane pulled harder.

"I'm sorry, you know, my daughters going through a doctor phase."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're all better now," the girl said sweetly.

Dean looked over at his car, "oh no," he said trying to stand. Jane helped him.

He walked over to his car looking for damage. He kept muttering curses.

"Jane, what the hell?" he asked furiously.

"I'm sorry. I tried to stop them but I was too late. You were hit by a van remember?" she said irritably.

"My baby is much more important than me!" Dean yelled frustrated

Dean stopped in front of the window of his car looking at his reflection. He noticed the little flowered bandages on his face. He looked at his sister. His eyes furious. He pulled them off his face and threw them to the ground.

"We're going to have to find something to cover that window," he spat. Jane looked around and saw an old tarp sitting on top of a pile of wood. She pointed to it. He followed her hand and cursed again.

"Come on," he said after they'd secured it on the back window. They got into the Impala and headed for Chucks. Dean kept threatening to beat his head in. Jane was trying to calm her brother. After he'd said a nasty insult to her she'd quit trying and pouted.

When they arrived at Chuck's Dean knocked on the door. No answer. He parked the Impala around back and used his lock picking kit to get inside. The two went in and started going through Chuck's stuff to see if they could find an answer.

"There's nothing here, Dean," Jane said after they'd looked for an hour, "Nothing but booze, pizza and scrap drafts of his books." She was also very glad they hadn't found anything about you know what.

They heard Chuck pull in. Jane panicked and started for the door. Dean grabbed her arm to stop her.

"No, we're getting some answers," he said sitting down in a chair and waiting for Chuck to come in. Jane sighed and sat down where she had previously on the couch.

Chuck walked in carrying a few groceries. He stopped looking defeated when he saw Dean. He looked over at Jane equally defeated. He looked around the room then shook his head as if he remembered something. Jane guessed he was looking for Sam.

"Dean, Jane," Chuck began moving towards the kitchen.

"Take it you knew we'd be here?" Dean asked.

"You look terrible," Chuck said regrettably.

"It's because I just got hit by a minivan, Chuck," Dean said bitterly.

"Oh," Chuck said timidly.

Dean looked furious. Jane watched him tentatively she knew she was probably going to have to stop Dean from pounding in Chuck's face. She knew her brother's temper. Poor Chuck.

"That it? Every damn thing you write about me comes true. That's all you have to say is 'Oh'?"

"Please don't yell at me," Chuck said a little forcefully. Jane applauded his heroics but she knew as Dean rose from his chair that he was still going to get hit.

"Why do I get the feeling that there's something you're not telling us," Dean said stalking towards Chuck. Chuck put down the groceries he'd been carrying and backed up. Jane moved towards the men preparing to stop Dean before it got too far. She might let him mess up Chuck a little though. He had put them through Hell quite literally for Dean.

"What wouldn't I be telling you?" Chuck as scared.

"How you know what you know for starters!" Dean yelled backing Chuck up more.

"I don't know how I know. I just do!" Chuck was frightened his voice was cracking.

"That's not good enough," Dean said grabbing the collar of Chuck's shirt. Jane stepped in to stop him. Dean pushed her forcefully away, "How the hell are you doing this?" he roared pushing Chuck into the wall. Jane tried to stop him again and he pushed her harder. She stumbled and prepared herself for impact on the floor. But she didn't hit the floor. She fell into a set of arms. She felt a solid chest behind her back and head. Someone's hands were gripping her arms tightly.

"Dean, let him go," Castiel said as he pulled Jane to her feet and stepped away from her. She looked back at him wide eyed and moved even further away from him. Dean let go of Chuck and turned quickly sending an apologetic look at his sister. He hadn't meant to push her so hard and was thankful Cas had stopped her from falling.

"This man is to be protected," Castiel said. His deep rasping voice sent chills down Jane's spine. He glanced at her when she thought it and she scolded herself remembering he could hear her thoughts.

"Why?" Dean asked intensely.

"He's a prophet of the Lord," Castiel replied equally as intense.

"You. You're Castiel, aren't you." Chuck said already knowing the answer. Everyone looked at him.

"It's an honor to meet you Chuck. I admire your work." Castiel replied walking past Jane, his heels clicking on the floor (men's dress shoes did that), to a discarded book picking it up.

Chuck grabbed his groceries and walked into the kitchen. He seemed tense in Castiel's presence. He pulled a new bottle of booze from a paper bag. Jane understood his feelings. She felt tense too. She had flashes of Castiel's hand running along her body. His mouth on hers. His...she stopped mid thought and looked at him ashamed. Castiel looked smug as he leafed through the Supernatural book. Dean luckily missed the exchange between his sister and the angel.

"Woah, woah woah, what this guys a prophet? Come on he's practically a Penthouse forum writer," Dean said in disbelief.

Chuck grabbed himself a glass and set down. Jane went to join him. She needed a drink. He looked at her oddly then at Castiel. He looked back at Jane in understanding and handed her his glass. So he does know Jane thought to herself.

"Did you know about this?" Dean asked irritably giving his sister an odd look. She'd been acting weird lately too. Then again, maybe she was thirsty. Castiel was still turning the pages of the book appearing to ignore them all.

"I, uh, might have dreamt about it," Chuck said sheepishly pouring himself a glass and handing Jane the bottle. She looked at the bottle. Whiskey. Definitely not her favorite but it'd do. She poured herself a glass.

"And you didn't tell us?" Dean asked still furious.

"Look it's too preposterous. Not to mention arrogant. I mean, writing yourself into the story is one thing but as a prophet?" Chuck said as Jane handed him back the bottle. Castiel turned to look at them cocking his head as he saw Jane, "that's like M. Night level douchiness." Chuck said downing his whiskey.

"This is the guy who decides our fate?" Dean asked Castiel.

Jane brought the glass up to her lips to drink but stopped as Castiel spoke still paging through the book, "He isn't deciding anything. He's a mouthpiece. A conduit for the inspired word."

Jane brought the glass back up to her lips. Castiel put the book down to his side as he reached over setting his fingers on the rim of Jane's glass stopping her. She looked up at him startled and lowered the cup. He glanced at Chuck who put his head down embarrassed. Jane and Dean glanced at the two of them. The other two seem to have a silent exchange. Chuck muttered an apology reaching for Jane's glass and downed it. Castiel went back to the book.

Dean shook his head confused, "the word? The word of God? What like the new new testament?"

"One day these books will be known as the Winchester Gospel," Castiel said closing the book and turning it over to read the back cover.

"You gotta be kidding me," the other three occupants said in unison.

"I am not kidding you," Castiel said laying the book down.

Chuck got up exasperated, "if you'll both please excuse me." He took his bottle of whiskey and ran upstairs.

"Him?" Dean said turning back to look at Cas, "really?"

"You should've seen Luke," Castiel replied looking out the window.

Dean shook his head and walked towards his sister who was still seated in the chair, "why'd he get tapped?"

"I don't know how prophets are chosen," Castiel replied still looking out the window, "the order comes up from high up on the celestial chain of command." He looked at Dean.

"How high?"

"Very," Castiel replied simply.

"Well, whatever, how do we get around this?" Dean asked. Jane stood and moved to stand beside her brother. Castiel stared at her for a brief second then looked back at Dean.

"Around what?"

"This Sam and Lilith love connection. How do we stop it from happening?" Dean asked. Jane felt herself blush when Dean said love connection. Castiel glanced at her again. Luckily, Dean wasn't watching his sister and Castiel was very good at controlling his expressions.

"What the prophet has written can't be unwritten," Castiel replied vigorously.

"Castiel, that's our brother. We can't let that happen," Jane told him pleadingly.

"As it is written so it shall come to pass," Castiel recited and disappeared.

"Damn it. I hate it when they do that," Dean replied.

Jane hung her head. She knew they weren't allowed to be together but she was really hoping he would make allowances for her. She then thought it was selfish of her to think that. He was an angel he had orders to follow. He couldn't be disobedient because they had slept together. Although, them sleeping together was disobedient. It was a lot to think about and enough to make anyone dizzy which oddly enough Jane was.

"Let's go, Janie," Dean said walking out the front door.

"We're leaving Chuck, see ya," Jane called out as she followed her brother out the door.

They arrived at the motel. Dean got out of the car and looked up at the sign. He cursed. Jane looked up and saw the sign now said the Red Motel. Some of the letters were burnt out.

Dean burst through the door. Sam was sitting on the bed.

"Come on we're getting out of here," Dean said packing his stuff.

"What? Where?" Sam replied watching his brother.

"Anywhere, ok, out of this motel, out of this town. I don't care if we got to swim we are getting out!" Dean stopped and looked around the room, "dude, where are all the hex bags?"

Sam sighed, "I burned them."

"You what?" Dean and Jane asked in unison. Jane sat down on the bed and put her head between her legs. She was so very dizzy and nausea was back again.

"Look, if Lilith is coming, which is a big if..." Sam started but Dean interrupted.

"No, no, no it's more than an if. Chuck is not a psychic. He's a prophet."

"What?"

"Cas showed up and apparently Chuck is writing the gospel of us."

Sam stood stunned, "ok?"

"Ok, let's get the hell outta here." Dean moved past his brother and began packing again. Neither had noticed Jane yet.

"No," Sam said forcefully.

Dean threw down the pants he'd been packing, "Lilith is going to slaughter you."

"Maybe she will, maybe she won't," Sam said frustrated.

"Guys," Jane said softly. She felt like she was going to pass out. They hadn't heard her.

"So what? You think you can take her?" Dean said advancing on his brother.

"Guys," Jane said again. Again they didn't hear her.

"Only one way to find out Dean and I say bring her on!"

"Sam!"

"You think I'll do it don't you? You think I'll go dark side."

"Yes, ok, yes! The way you've been acting lately. The things you've been doing. Oh I know. How you ripped Alistair apart like it was nothing like you were swatting a fly." Sam looked ashamed. "Cas told me, ok?"

"What else did he tell you?" Sam asked.

"Nothing I don't already know. That you've been using your psychic crap. That you've been getting stronger. We just don't know why and we don't know how."

"It's not what you think?"

"Then what is it, Sam? Because I'm at a total loss?"

"Guys!" Jane said when they'd stopped fighting. They both turned to look at her. She was kneeling on the floor with her hands cupping her face. Dean knelt down.

"What's wrong, Janie?" he tried to pull her hands from her face.

"I'm so dizzy," she replied with a sob.

"Come on, Janie stand up," he pulled her up. She wobbled on her feet tears streaming down her eyes. She closed them to steady herself and lost her balance. Dean caught her. She felt her stomach do a flip.

"I'm going to be sick," she said running out the door. Dean grabbed his bag.

"Are you coming or not?" Dean asked his brother looking at the door worriedly as he heard his sister retching.

"No," Sam replied. Dean turned away from him. He paused then threw his bag down on the chair and went out to help his sister slamming the door.

She was kneeling on the ground surrounded by vomit. Her hair was matted to the sides of her face. He was sure she'd puked in it. She's wearing Sam's shirt he grinned to himself. He didn't really want to go near her when she was puking. He instead went to get her a drink from the vending machine. Luckily, they had ginger ale. Dean called out to Jane to see if she was ok. She made a sound and puked again. He turned from her.

"I can't believe I'm doing this he whispered to himself. I need some help here. I'm praying ok?" He said to no one in particular.

"Prayer is a sign of faith," Castiel said appearing beside Dean scaring him. When Jane heard Castiel's voice she froze. She did not want him seeing her like this. She shuffled to hide herself on the other side of the Impala. The movement caused her stomach to turn again and she heaved. Her stomach was empty and only stomach acid and saliva was coming out now.

She listened to the exchange. She listened as they argued. She put her head against the car. It felt cool against her face. It helped ease the nausea. She was starting to wonder if she had food poisoning. These were the symptoms. She closed her eyes and heard her brother walking towards her again. She stood to see him and saw that he was smiling. She hadn't heard Castiel in a few moments and thought he'd gone. As she stood she saw him standing there behind her brother. She cursed. She really did not want him seeing her like this.

He cocked his head at seeing her. I must look like crap she thought to herself looking down in the window of the Impala at her reflection. Her hair was matted and stringy. Her face was red, her nose was running, her eyes puffy. She was sure her shirt had vomit on it. Her knees were wet and dirty from kneeling on the wet pavement. She looked utterly helpless.

Both men walked quickly towards her. Dean pulled her into a hug. Castiel stood a few feet back and watched. As Jane hugged her brother she watched Castiel. He met her gaze. He was definitely worried. She smiled into her brothers shoulder.

"Dorothy Jane, are you alright?" he asked after Dean let go.

"I'm fine. I just feel very nauseous. I must have gotten food poisoning." she replied watching quizzically as the angels face shut down. His face becoming blank.

Dean looked at the angel then at his sister. "Jane we need to go. Are you going to be alright to ride in the car? I don't want you puking in my baby."

She looked at her brother, "I'll be fine. Can I just..." she started but she stopped as she noticed Castiel was gone. She was going to ask him what he wanted to tell her. It had been bugging the heck out of her all day.

She got in the passenger seat. Dean rolled her window down. When she looked at him in question, he simply replied, "you smell like puke,"

Well, that's the end of this chapter. I know it was incredibly long but this is one of my favorite episode's so I had to do it in it's entirety. I know the dialoging got a bit long but I try to do each episode just and had Jane in along the way. It wasn't easy adding her to this episode. I hope you've been enjoying the ride so far. I may have screwed up some of the storyline. I wrote this chapter before the previous one so if you see something that doesn't make sense let me know I need more reviewers! So please click that button!

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