A/N: Hey okay this is a super long chapter, because I have to fly back to my home state and finish packing and then drive all the way back to my new state within the next week, so I won't be able to post for a week. Also please forgive any major grammatical errors, since I am in kind of a rush to get this out to you all. Enjoy!
Chapter 12
Jane panted as she ran through the town one more time before turning the corner to the street their motel was on. Ever since she had started hunting with Sam and Dean she hadn't had much of a chance to keep up on her normal fitness routine, and she needed to run off some of the extra burgers she had enjoyed with Dean. Sam usually woke her up early to go for a run together, but they hadn't gotten the chance this morning due to the razor blade candies that had killed a guy. After questioning the wife and searching the house, the Winchesters had found a motel and Dean had went to go dig some information out on the victim. He had offered Jane to tag along but she had been avoiding being alone with him in fear of him asking about her ghost sickness visions. Instead she said she would stay and help Sam dig through the hex bag. After thirty minutes of not really being able to help, seeing as they only had one computer, Jane decided now would be a good time to get her run in. She pulled out her only pair of running pants, and her Marine t-shirt and waved good bye to Sam as she hustled out of the door.
God, she missed being alone, she thought as she did one more lap to avoid going back inside. She didn't really hate her brothers anymore; it was just nice to be away from their constant bickering and gassy-ness. She swore they were trying to have a competition on whose gas smelt worse every time they spent more than 5 hours in the car. She shook her head and opened the door, noticing that Dean had made it back and they were discussing the innards of the hex bag.
By the time she was showered and dressed, Dean had filled her and Sam in on his findings on the victim. They had decided to go grab something to eat when Dean's phone rang, "Agent Seger." He paused waiting for the person on the other end to continue, "Okay, we will be there right away." He said writing an address down on a piece of paper. Sam sighed before Dean could even hang up and grabbed his suit from the bed, "Another death, apparently this girl at a Halloween party was boiled alive while bobbing for apples." Dean said as soon as he closed his phone. Jane sighed as well and headed back into the bathroom with her FBI attire in hand,
"Does it ever get less weird?" Jane muttered more to herself then to them,
"No." Sam and Dean said in unison.
By the time they got to the party scene the police had already cased the place. Dean was being a cradle robber and interviewing the high school cheerleader, Sam was searching through the couch for another hex bag, and Jane was walking around the room looking for cracks in the wall where a possible bag could be. She went to turn around when she saw Sam find the bag when a young cop came and stood right in front of her. She raised an eyebrow, "Can I help you?" She questioned,
"Yeah, I just wanted to come over and introduce myself, my names Dylan. I saw you out on a run today while I was patrolling." Jane surveyed the kids face. He was young and skinny, probably fresh out of the academy. He had a splattering of freckles across his long nose and his bangs seemed to hang in his face. He jerked his head to move his bangs out of his way as he shot out his hand for her to shake. She grimaced and shook his hand, but didn't say anything. He stumbled looking for something to say, "Are you from around here? Or just here for this case? Is it a serial killer?" He questioned.
"Just here for the case, and I'm not at liberty to say." She mumbled looking at Dean and Sam for an escape over Dylan's shoulder. Dylan nodded trying to catch her eye again,
"How long you been in the FBI Agent..." He trailed off trying hard to get her name. She raised an eyebrow when Dean turned to look at her. Dean just smirked and elbowed Sam to get his attention. Sam grinned a little when he saw the cop talking to Jane,
"Special Agent Tyler." She muttered, "Look it's been nice talking to you, but I've got to go." She said side stepping the cop,
"One more thing." Dylan said causing Jane to pause halfway between him and her brothers, both of which were watching with amused looks on their faces, "Would you want to get coffee or something while you're here?" She rolled her eyes before she turned around to face him,
"Look Dennis..."
"Dylan." He corrected his face falling a bit,
"Sorry, Dylan, I'm sure coffee would be lovely, but I'm working." She said. He sighed but perked up real fast as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a card,
"Well, when this case is over if you're still around and want to get caffeinated here's my number." He said handing it to her. She took it shocked at how well he handled rejection and then pivoted on her heel pushing past Sam and Dean and up the steps. Dean smiled at Dylan and reached into his own pocket,
"She's a bit shy." Dean said under his breath so Jane wouldn't hear which didn't work, "Here's the number you can reach her." He said handing him a card, "Don't be afraid to give her a call tomorrow and try again, she likes them aggressive." Sam barked out laughter and went to follow Jane up the stairs.
Jane was sitting across from Dean flipping through one of Sam's books. Dean was looking up more information on the victims and Sam was sitting on a bed looking through a different book. Jane's mind began to wonder as she thought about the last couple of weeks with the boys. She had been with them for a month now and was surprised at how not awkward it was with the two of them. Sure she had always identified more with men than women, but she had only officially known them for a month. She assumed she was able to tolerate them as much as she did because they were actually good guys, not just your average good guy, but kind of heroes in their own small way. They saved lives, and did their best to rid the world of unseen terrors. She shuttered a bit at the saved lives thing, thinking about the sheriff from the ghost sickness case. They hadn't been able to save him although Dean had tried his hardest to get the man to calm down, even amidst his own hallucinations. She had been ready to shoot him as soon as he busted down the door, but Dean had managed to hold her off. With that thought she raised her eyes to peek at him through her eyelashes. She wondered what the sickness had made him see. Could it have been hell? She still had a hard time believing that he had just been in hell two months ago, but couldn't understand how he was not all PTSD. He seemed pretty cool about the whole thing. Dean felt Jane's stare and shifted his eyes from the computer to meet hers. A flash of relief crossed his vision when he caught her eyes, but she quickly looked back down at the book. She was still avoiding their discussion on the sickness visions.
"Check this out." Sam said from behind them, shaking Jane and Dean out of their own thoughts and turn towards him. "Three blood sacrifices over three days." He rose from his seat coming to stand near them. Dean shut the laptop, "The last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest." He chuckled and placed the book into the middle of the table so they could both see it, "Celtic Calendar. The final day of the final harvest is October 31st." Jane sighed,
"Halloween?" Dean questioned grabbing the book and pulling it in front of him,
"Exactly." Sam said. Jane glared when Dean moved the book so she got up to stand behind him and read over his shoulder,
"What exactly are the, uh, blood sacrifices for?" Dean asked.
"Can't you read?" Jane said pointing at the picture on the page in front of him, "A demon." She said snagging the book out from under him,
"Hey!" Dean protested,
"You're obviously not reading it." She retorted strolling away and reading the pages,
"Not just any demon." Sam filled in, "Samhain."
"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Dean asked,
"He's the reason there is Halloween, masks, dressing up and all." Jane said from the other side of the room as she read through the book,
"Samhain is the damn origin of Halloween." Sam said to Dean like he was talking to a fifth grader, "The Celts believed that October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead. And it was Samhain's night. I mean masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved into pumpkins to worship him. He was exorcised centuries ago." Jane plopped the book down in front of Dean a picture of Samhain present. He frowned at the image,
"So even though Samhain took a trip downstairs, the tradition stuck."
"Exactly." Sam said as Jane sat into the other empty chair at the table, "Only now, instead of demons and blood orgies, Halloween is all about kids, candy, and costumes." Jane took a drag out of a beer on the table,
"Okay," Dean said, "So some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?" Jane chuckled,
"Guys," Sam said slightly frustrated, "This is serious."
"I am serious." Jane and Dean said at the same time. They both glared at each other,
"We're talking heavyweight witchcraft. This ritual can only be performed every 600 years." Sam informed. Jane let out a frustrated sigh,
"And the 600 year marker rolls around..." Dean trailed off,
"Tomorrow night." Sam said,
"Naturally." Jane and Dean said together again. She kicked him under the table as she chugged the rest of her beer.
"Uh...Ow." Dean said massaging his shin, "Well, it sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon."
"According to that book, it's because he doesn't do it alone." Jane said swiping Dean's beer and finishing it off too,
"Exactly. He likes company. Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own." Sam finished filling in the gaps,
"Raising what, exactly?" Dean asked looking back down at the book,
"Dark, evil crap and lots of it. They follow him around like the friggin' pied piper."
"So we're talking ghosts?" Dean asked,
"Mmhmm." Sam confirmed,
"Zombies?" Jane asked. Sam nodded,
"Leprechauns?" Dean asked causing Jane to spit out a bit of her beer,
"Dean." Sam chided,
"Those little dudes are scary." He said shaking his head. "Small hands." He finished holding up and clasping his own hands in example,
"Look," Sam said leaning in getting real serious. Jane leaned in like there was some secret about to be told as well, "It just starts with ghosts and ghouls. This sucker keeps on going, by night's end; we are talking every awful thing we've ever seen, everything we fight all in one place." Jane leaned back suddenly a bit scared, seeing as how she hadn't really taken on anything as serious as a demon. Her only experience came from ghosts really.
"It's gonna be a slaughterhouse." Dean said voicing Jane's fears.
A few hours later Dean was shoving candy in his mouth as Jane peered past him through the window, "It amazes me that you're not the size of a hippo." Jane muttered as he threw his wrapper on the seat between them,
"I've got a good constitution." Dean smirked then let out a groan clutching his stomach,
"Pfft...yeah." She countered. Suddenly smoke on the water started to play out of Dean's pants.
"It's just Sam." He said to her before he answered the phone, "Hey." He went to move for another piece of candy but Jane swiped it before he could and popped it in his mouth. He glared at her but answered Sam instead, "Awesome. Yeah, we talked to Mrs. Razor Blade again. We've been sitting out in front of her house for hours, and we've got a big, steamy pile of nothing." As Jane was about to stick another unwrapped piece in her mouth Dean snagged it from her hand and popped it in his, a smug look on his face, "Yeah, well, I hope we find him soon, 'cause I'm starting to cramp like a-" But he was interrupted when Jane slapped him,
"Holy shit." She whispered still slapping him in the chest,
"God what?" Dean said pulling the phone from his ear and following Jane's point, "Son of a bitch." He uttered when his eyes found the cheerleader, "No, Sam, I mean 'Son of a bitch.'"
An hour later the Winchester siblings were suited up and located in the high school art room ready to question the art teacher that the cheerleading witch had gotten into a fight with. Dean walked into the room with Jane on his heels, but he stopped when his eyes fell onto the masks hanging on the ceiling. Jane, unprepared for Dean's abrupt stop ran right into him, "Fucking hell, Dean." She muttered looking at what his eyes were focused on. She frowned,
"Bring back memories?" Sam asked them both. Dean bristled,
"What do you mean?" Dean's tone was defensive,
"Being a teenager, all that angst." Jane rolled her eyes as Dean looked back up,
"Oh."
"What'd you think I meant?" Sam said eyeing his brother,
"Nothing." Dean supplied following with a nervous chuckle, and surveying the rest of the room. All three of their eyes found the kid struggling to fit the bong in one of the kilns, "Now, that brings back memories." He said with a smirk. Jane shook her head,
"Really?" She said, "You don't seem the type." Dean turned towards her,
"Don't tell me you've never tried." He said his eyebrow rising,
"Nope." Jane popped the p for extra emphasis,
"Something we are going to have to remedy." Dean said with a grin,
"You gentlemen wanted to talk to me?" Came a voice behind them. "Oh, excuse me ma'am." The art teacher said when his eyes found Jane, all of Jane. She rolled her eyes as Sam spoke,
"Ah, Mr. Harding."
"Oh, please Don." The teacher said shaking all three of their hands and balancing a box in his other hand. He gave Jane's an extra squeeze causing Dean's eyebrows to raise,
"Okay, Don." Sam corrected himself,
"Even my students call me Don." The man said pushing between Sam and Dean,
"Yeah, we get it Don." Dean said, "Uh, I'm Agent Geddy, these are Agents Lee and Rutsey. We just had a few questions about, uh, Tracy Davis." He introduced as the three of them got out their credentials. They flashed them to him, his eyes looking longer at Jane's,
"Uh, Tracy, yeah, bright kid, loads of talent. It's a shame she got suspended."
"You two had a, uh, violent altercation." Dean said using the terms Sam found online. Don scoffed,
"Yeah, she exploded. If Principal Murrow hadn't walked by when he did, Tracy would have clawed my eyes out."
"Why?" Jane asked a little perturbed at how he kept eyeing her legs.
"You know, I was only trying to rap with her about her work."
"Rap?" Jane whispered under her breath getting an elbow from Sam,
"It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing." Don continued not noticing.
"More disturbing than those guys?" Dean said pointing out the hanging masks behind him. Don chuckled,
"She would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols. And then there were the drawings. Detailed images of killings, gory, primitive. She would depict herself in the middle of them...participating." Don informed them.
"Symbols?" Sam questioned, "What kind of symbols? Um...anything like this?" He said pulling out the bagged coin from one of the hex bags.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think that might have been one of them." Don said finally ripping his eyes away from Jane's legs,
"You know where Tracy is now?" Dean asked.
"I would imagine her apartment."
"Her apartment?"
"Yeah." Don answered, "She got here about a year ago alone, as I understood it, as an emancipated teen. God only knows what her parents were like." The boys exchanged knowing looks at his statement and turned to thank Don when he cut them off and turned his sights on Jane again, "So are you in town long?" He asked. She rolled her eyes and turned away. The boys laughing as they walked out of the room behind her.
They decided to go grab a bite to eat, allowing them to change into their civilian clothes. When Jane exited the bathroom of the diner in her more comfortable jeans, boots, flannel, and leather jacket she slid into the booth next to Dean with a sigh, "So question." She said stealing a tomato off of Sam's salad. He swatted her hand when she went for another but raised his head from his laptop to give him her attention, "Is Samhain it, like the big bad. You know since Halloween is the night the "veil" is the thinnest," She said emphasizing with air quotes, "and the whole damn holiday is based off of his legend...Like, does it get worse than him?" She asked. They both shook their head at her, "Okay, possibly a stupid question." She muttered,
"It's not stupid." Sam said cutting her off, "We just aren't really sure. The big bads just seem to be getting more scary and worse as time goes on. I mean if this whole seal thing is for real than I would assume Lucifer or whatever pops out is going to be a billion times worse." Dean nodded in between bites of his burger in agreement, knowing all too well what lurked in the depths of hell he visited.
"Got it." She said digging into her chicken sandwich. When they got done their lunch Dean and Jane went to go ask Tracy's friends about where she was and Sam went to go check out her apartment. As they pulled into the motel to meet up with Sam again Dean had started teasing her about Don and his wondering eyes,
"Someone is looking good in their FBI gear." He said shutting the car door,
"Oh bite me." She countered slamming her door shut,
"Hey, easy with Baby." Dean chided her.
"So?" Dean questioned as Sam walked towards them,
"Tracy was nowhere I could find. Any luck with her friends?" He said with a shoulder bump towards Jane,
"Luck is not our style." Dean answered, "Friends don't know where she is. It's like the bitch hopped a broomstick." Jane laughed despite being pissed about his earlier teasing.
"She could be making the third sacrifice any time."
"Yes, thank you, Sam." Dean said sarcastically, pausing when a chubby red headed boy dressed as an astronaut stopped in front of them,
"Trick or treat." The boy said holding out his pumpkin pale,
"This is a motel." Dean said pointing at the building,
"So?" The boy said frowning,
"So...we don't have any candy." He answered,
"No, we have a ton in the, uh..." Sam corrected but was interrupted by Jane's knowing cough and Dean,
"We did, but it's gone." He stated with some force. The kid raised his eyebrows, "Sorry, kid, we can't help you."
"I want candy." The boy demanded.
"Well, I think you've had enough." Dean said snidely eyeing the boys figure. The boy glared at Dean as Sam rolled his eyes. Dean jerked his head back at the boy's fierce stare. Sam stepped around the two as the astronaut shoulder brushed Dean. Jane waited till the boys were walking towards the room when she turned towards the boy,
"Hey kid." She whispered running after him. The boy paused and she knelt next to him, a five dollar bill in her hand, "It would be a shame if someone used this money to buy some eggs. If you know what I mean." She said dropping the bill in his pale. He nodded his head at her with a grin. "Sorry about the candy." She said when he checked his pale for the five. He smiled at her again and she jogged after her brothers, both of which were talking about her dating possibilities.
"I mean you've got two great prospects." Dean said slipping the key into the lock and stepping in,
"Yeah you know who wouldn't turn down a preteen cop and a creepy art-" Sam stopped abruptly next to Dean,
"There must be something in this town." She said as she rounded the corner of the door, "I mean I never get hit-" She wasn't expecting to walk into the back of Sam who had paused mid-sentence when he found two people in their room, "Fucking hell, ass hat." She muttered not realizing the other occupants. She and Sam immediately went to draw their guns when they saw the African-American man staring out of the window.
"Who are you?" Sam said pointing his gun at the two figures. Jane lowered hers as she recognized the trench coated back of Castiel sitting on the edge of her bed,
"Sam, Sam, wait!" Dean shouted, "Its Castiel..." He informed his brother lowering Sam's gun to the floor, "The angel. Him," He said eyeing the African-American man, "I don't know." Sam was aghast,
"Hello, Sam." Castiel said approaching him,
"Oh, my God." Sam gasped, "Uh, I didn't mean to...Sorry." He rushed trying to correct himself. Jane snorted drawing Castiel's gaze towards her. She looked away quickly, "It's in honor. Really, I-I've heard a lot about you." Sam stumbled over his words sticking his hand out her the angel to shake. Cas awkwardly stared at it while Dean went to close the door. Jane raised her eyebrows as the angel looked towards her for help, and she just eyed Sam's hand and then the angel again. He finally got the message and grasped Sam's hand.
"And I, you." Cas' gravelly voice replied, "Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood." He said wrapping his other hand around Sam's, "Glad to hear you've ceased your extracurricular activities." He said lowering his voice a little.
"Let's keep it that way." The other man said from the window. Cas moved to shake Jane's hand now, and she stared at it confused having already met the angel before. He eyed his hand, than Jane's face, than back to his hand mimicking her eye movements from five seconds ago. She frowned at his outstretched hand, but when he didn't pull it away she finally grasped it and gave it a rough shake before pulling away. The side of Castiel's lips seemed to twitch a little at the exchange. Is that a smile? Jane thought,
"Yeah okay Chuckles." Dean said not noticing the extremely uncomfortable moment between his sister and the angel, "Who's your friend?" Dean asked Castiel, which he promptly ignored,
"This raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?" Cas questioned,
"Why?" Dean questioned,
"Dean, have you located the witch?" Cas questioned again,
"Yes," He said exasperated, "We've located the witch."
"And is the witch dead?"
"No, but..." Sam started,
"We know who it is." Dean finished,
"Apparently, the witch knows who you are, too." Castiel said moving towards the night stand and picking up a hex bag. Jane peeled her eyes away from the trench coat and back onto the other man still staring out the window. "This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn't found it, surely one or all of you would be dead." He said giving each of them their own hard stare, "Do you know where the witch is now?" Castiel questioned again. Dean turned to look at his siblings and Sam shrugged,
"We're working on it." Dean muttered turning back towards the angels,
"That's unfortunate." Castiel quickly replied,
"What do you care?" Dean asked getting more than a little heated at the exchange between them and the angel,
"The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals." Jane groaned as Castiel answered. She ran a hand down her face, Of course it is, she thought to herself. Castiel turned his narrow gaze towards her at the noise,
"So this is about your buddy Lucifer." Dean stated,
"Lucifer," The man at the window said, "Is no friend of ours."
"It's just an expression." Dean said not taking his eyes off of the window man,
"Lucifer cannot rise." Castiel warned.
"No shit." Jane whispered. Castiel titled his head but continued speaking,
"The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs."
"Okay. Great." Dean agreed, "Well, now that you're here, why don't you tell us where the witch is? We'll gank her and everybody goes home."
"We are not omniscient. The witch is very powerful." Castiel supplied. The tension in the room was starting to overheat Jane so she removed her leather jacket to busy her twitching hands. She kind of really wanted to shoot the man at the window. Castiel watched Jane's movements, "She's cloaked even to our methods." He continued watching her as she tossed the jacket past him and onto her bed, stopping to stand by Dean,
"Okay, well, we already know who she is." Sam spoke up, "So, if we work together-"
"Enough of this." The man from the window cut him off and finally turned towards the rest of the occupants in the room,
"Okay!" Dean shouted, "Who are you, and why should I care?"
"This is Uriel." Castiel answered, "He's what you might call...a specialist."
"What kind of a specialist?" Jane asked squaring up defensively along with her brothers as the man approached them. Castiel and Uriel stared at each other not answering her question,
"What are you gonna do?" Dean asked narrowing his eyes at them,
"You," Cas said his eyes on Jane, "All three of you, need to leave this town immediately."
"Why?" Dean asked again suspicion weaved throughout his questions,
"Because we're about to destroy it." Castiel answered unsympathetically. All three of them looked at each other shock written all over their faces,
"So this is your plan?" Dean said raising his hands a little and looking at Uriel, "You're going to smite the whole freaking town?"
"We're out of time." Castiel supplied, "This witch has to die. The seal must be saved."
"There are a thousand people here." Sam said in disbelief,
"1,214." Uriel corrected,
"And you're willing to kill them all?" Jane asked. Both her and Sam were shocked at the attitudes of the angels.
"This isn't the first time I've...purified a city." Uriel said, "I'm surprised at you Jane. I thought you wouldn't mind the decimation of innocent people, even children." Uriel sneered causing Jane to glare harder at the angel and the boys to briefly turn their heads towards their sister.
"Look," Castiel cut off all other conversation, "I understand this is regrettable."
"Regrettable?" Dean asked sarcastically,
"We have to hold the line." Castiel replied almost annoyed, "Too many seals have broken already."
"So you screwed the pooch on some seals, and now this town has to pay the price?" Dean questioned equally annoyed,
"It's the lives of 1,000 against the lives of 6 billion." Castiel retorted through narrow eyes at Dean, "There's a bigger picture here."
"Another thing I thought the Marine would have identified with." Uriel said again.
"I will shoot you." Jane seethed her hand hovering over her holstered weapon.
"Right..." Dean said cutting them both off, "'cause, you're bigger picture kind of guys."
"Lucifer cannot rise." Castiel said again stepping closer to Dean, "He does, and hell rises with him. Is that something that you're willing to risk?" Sam rushed to cool the tension,
"We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone." He supplied, "Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die." Both Castiel and Dean continued their staring contest before Dean got uncomfortable and looked away towards Sam,
"We're wasting time with these mud monkeys." Uriel stated causing Jane to definitely unholster her gun and point it at Uriel. If he was anything like Castiel she knew nothing would come of shooting the man, angel, whatever, but it sure would make her feel better,
"I'm sorry." Castiel said eyeing Jane's gun, "But we have our orders."
"No, you can't do this. You...you're angels." Sam said surprised, "I mean aren't you supposed to...You're supposed to show mercy."
"Says who?" Uriel questioned obviously unfazed by the gun pointed at his forehead. Dean shook his head at Jane causing her to lower the weapon with a slight sigh,
"We have no choice." Castiel stated finally turning away from the Winchesters,
"Of course you have a choice." Dean stated. Jane's mind flashed back to the car incident that had haunted her during the ghost sickness, she didn't really have a choice at that moment either, "I mean come on, you never questioned a crap order?" Jane flinched at his statement, because she had but hadn't gotten very far and eventually followed the order, "What are you both a couple of hammers." She frowned at the term, because if he knew what she had done he would definitely call her one too,
"Look, even if you can't understand it, have faith the plan is just." Castiel said.
"How can you even say that?" Sam questioned,
"Because it comes from Heaven." Castiel stated turning towards them again, "That makes it just."
"It must be nice to be so sure of yourselves." Dean sneered,
"Tell me something, Dean. When your father gave you an order, or Jane when your commander gave you one didn't you obey?" Castiel questioned already knowing the answers from both. Both Dean and Jane bristled at his words,
"Sorry, boys, it looks like the plans have changed." Dean said side stepping the question,
"You think you can stop us?" Uriel asked in disbelief,
"No." Dean answered with a shake of his head, "But if you're gonna smite this whole town..." He said approaching Uriel to square off with him, "Then you're gonna have to smite us with it because we are not leaving." He finished turning towards Castiel, "You went to the trouble of busting me out of hell. I figure I'm worth something to the man upstairs. You want to waste me?" He questioned his glare turning back towards Uriel, "Go ahead. See how he digs that."
"I will drag you out of here myself." Uriel countered,
"Yeah, but you'll have to kill me. Then we're back to the same problem. I mean come on, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch? Sounds to me like you're compensating for something." Dean insulted sharing one last look with Uriel and walking towards Castiel, "We can do this." He said, "We will find that witch. We will stop the summoning." Uriel fumed and raised his voice,
"Castiel, I will not let these-"
"Enough." Castiel interrupted with a raise of his hand, his eyes not leaving Dean's face, "I suggest you move quickly." Sam spun on his heals dragging a surprised Jane by the elbow and dragging her out of the room. She had thought there was going to be a bigger fight about this whole thing, but she let Sam drag her out, Dean quickly following. She groaned when the door shut remembering her jacket inside that had all her fake credentials inside. Wrenching her arm out of Sam's grip she turned back towards the door, only to come face to face with Castiel her jacket in his hands. She nodded at him awkwardly in thanks and ripped the leather out of his hands and threw it on. Castiel gave a slight nod back and with one last long look, shut the door in her face. She rolled her eyes and stomped after Sam and Dean, who were busy staring at the Impala.
"Astronaut!" Dean yelled. Despite the previous happenings with the angels both Sam and Jane let out a laugh at the egged car and Dean's reaction. With one last grimace at the appearance of his baby Dean slid into the front seat, Sam and Jane following, "What?" He asked Sam who was busy fiddling with the hex bag Castiel had found in their room,
"Nothing." Sam said with a sigh. Jane leaned over the front seat to see what was happening, "I thought they'd be different." Sam supplied,
"Who, the angles?" Dean asked,
"Yeah."
"Well, I tried to tell you."
"I just...I mean, I thought they'd be righteous." Jane scoffed at Sam's statement remembering Castiel busting into her dreams,
"Well," Dean said with a shake of his head, "They are righteous. I mean that's kind of the problem. Of course there's nothing more dangerous than some A-hole who thinks he's on a holy mission."
"True, look at some terrorist organizations." Jane added leaning back into her seat,
"But, I mean, this is God and heaven?" Sam asked turning towards both of them, "This is what I've been praying to?" Jane nodded in agreement to his questions,
"Look, man, I know you're into the whole God thing and Jesus on a tortilla and stuff like that. But just because there's a couple of bad apples doesn't mean the whole barrel is rotten." Dean said almost hopefully causing Sam to look a little bit better, "I mean, for all we know God hates these jerks. Don't give up on the stuff is all I'm saying." He said still trying to cheer Sam up, "Babe Ruth was a dick, but baseball's still a beautiful game." Jane looked out the window wondering how right Dean actually was. Although Castiel was a bit unsympathetic in there he didn't seem like such a dickhead as that Uriel character was. He didn't set her teeth on edge every time he said something, and even though she wanted to, and had actually reached for her gun every time he appeared out of nowhere he didn't disturb her as much as that other guy did. Although the whole staring thing had to go. His narrowed eyes were going to give him wrinkles, she thought to herself. Why did she give a shit about his wrinkles. She shook her head trying to think about something else as Dean turned on the car and teased Sam about "fingering" the bone in the hex bag. Sam ignored his childish reply and deducted that a kiln had been the tool that charred the bones. Jane strapped her seat belt, it seemed like they were heading back to the high school.
A/N: Again thanks as always for reading and let me know what you think. I'm worried it may be a bit long, but again I wanted to keep y'all appeased since I'll be away for a bit. Again, please let me know what you think I'm always curious on my balance between the amount of real show and the original work. If you think I am repeating too much or too little show dialogue let me know.