AUTHOR'S NOTE: What can I say, my muse is on a roll with this story right now! I have a lot planned for Jane and the boys...

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I looked at Dean anxiously. He looked back at me, but his face was blank. He gestured to the small table, and I walked over and sat down.

"Sam!" Mr. Winchester called, "Sammy, come in here, please!" He walked over to the refrigerator and got out 4 bottles of water, and set them on the table.

Dean took one and twisted the cap off, and I picked one up.

Sam came walking into the kitchen. "The washer and dryer both seem to work!" he said enthusiastically.

"Sit down," his dad said, and Sam sat next to me.

Mr. Winchester picked up a bottle and opened it, taking a long drink. Then he leaned against the kitchen counter, folding his arms across his chest. "We need to talk about how it's going to be."

I saw Dean and Sam look at each other.

"Boys, I'll give you a couple of days to get settled in before we enroll you in school."

"What about Jane?" Dean asked.

"Well, here's the thing. I don't think Jane should go to school right now. From the practical side, we don't have the paperwork that we need and it will take some time to get it. But also, she's pregnant, and I know a lot of schools have rules about that. Chances are, once they discover it, she'd have to go to a separate school, and they'd get other-agencies involved. We can't have that."

"So, what, I'm supposed to not go to school at all?" I felt angry- that wasn't fair!

"Well, Dean can bring home his work, and you can go over it with him...and I can see about a home-schooling option too," he shifted, "Another thing, right now, I think it's best if you stay inside as much as you can, Jane."

I bristled. "What do you mean? I can't go to school, and I can't go anywhere else either? What is this?" I started to feel nervous. Were they going to imprison me here? What had I gotten myself into?

"No, listen," Mr. Winchester sighed heavily. "I told you, we got rid of the vampire nest. There was a demon working them, and we—dispatched it. However, I don't...I don't know how much they're aware of. We're behind the 8-ball as far as that goes, so for now, until we can ascertain exactly what they know, we need to keep Jane hidden."

"What do you mean?" I looked at Dean, and then at his dad. "What do you mean, behind the 8-ball? Why does that mean I have to hide?" I took a drink of water to try and calm myself.

"Normally, in a situation like this, or a hunt, we try and gather as much intel as possible. So that we can make plans and we know what we're up against. This time, we weren't able to get a lot of information. Demons are cagey bastards, and this one was playing games with us."

I felt scared now, and annoyed. "I still don't get it, intel? What we're up against? Plans? I feel like you're saying a lot of words that aren't really telling me what the truth is!"

Mr. Winchester came over and sat down across from me. "All right... my wife... was- killed by something supernatural, when they boys were small, and I've spent- years- trying to figure out what it was. I told you, I've got a reputation...in the supernatural world. All the hunts I've been on, the creatures I've come up against- sometimes they get away. There's a grapevine for hunters, and one for supernatural creatures too. From what we were able to gather, there's a higher- up demon who the vamps were working for, and the demon that was with them was assisting him. I think that we got to them before they knew that their plans had gone south, and before they were able to alert anyone. So as far as anyone else knows, all of them have just up and disappeared, including you. I'm hoping that anyone else that was involved will just assume that you're dead."

I blinked in surprise. The fact that he would say that so bluntly shocked me, but he continued. "We're working on trying to figure out who else was part of it...but vamps can scent humans, and demons can read thought patterns, so it's best that you stay hidden for now. We can go out, but we'll keep a close eye on you and on things until we can figure everything out. I'm going to get a job in Madison, at a garage, and boys, you keep your heads down at school and just get your work done."

"But Dad, if Jane needs protection, I should be here with her," Dean said earnestly.

Mr. Winchester gave a dry chuckle. "Nice try, Dean. You need to be in school right now. I told you, this trailer, and the land around it, is warded, and we'll put salt lines down as well."

"What is warded? Dean told Sam to put salt down before, at the cabin, what does that do?" I asked.

"Warded means that there are symbols placed around to keep things safe...keep things in, or keep things out. Salt lines at the doors and windows keep ghosts and demons from entering."

"So...I'll be here, alone, during the day?" I felt even more nervous with what he had just told me.

"Yes, but I won't be that far away. The next town over is about 20 minutes away. And I can train you some, show you how to shoot a gun and the like." Mr. Winchester's voice was reasonable.

My fear increased. "I don't want to learn how to shoot a gun! This is—this is horrible!" Tears came to my eyes. "I'm supposed to stay here by myself every day with the threat of something, some creature or, or- a, a demon possibly coming after me if I even set foot outside? I can't—can't live with this!" I looked at Sam and then Dean. They both looked surprised at my outburst. I stood up, tears pouring down my face, and ran to the little bedroom. I closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed, putting my hands over my face as I sobbed. I felt more alone than I ever had before.

I could hear their voices talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. There was a knock on the door.

I raised my head. "Come in," I called in a croaky voice.

The door opened and Dean walked in, concern on his face. He closed the door behind him, and walked over to me. He held his hands out. "Hey, c'mere."

I took his hands and he pulled me to a standing position, drawing me into his arms.

I started to cry harder as I put my arms around him. "Dean, what—I mean—how can you live like this? With the knowledge that there are—are all these creatures—out there, and they—they want to do you harm? How do you deal with that? What am I gonna do?"

He held me tightly, rocking us back and forth slightly. "Shh...I know, it's a lot to take in...you get used to it, you know? My Dad's been training me and Sam for a long time now, and I've gone on hunts with him. I feel better knowing what's out there, and that I can defend myself and others if need be. And as for you," he looked down at me, and cupped my cheek, "We'll take care of you. We'll make sure nothing happens, and we'll show you how to defend yourself."

"But- that's scary, I don't want..." I leaned my head onto his chest.

"I know it is, but...you get used to it. You can learn, it's not that bad."

"Dean, I can't- this is so—my life has changed so much! How can this be real?" I began to sob again, and he pulled me closer, shushing me and patting my back. He held me until my crying had wound down.

He let me go and pulled a bandanna out of his pocket, and handed it to me. I took it and wiped my face.

"You want to come out and finish talking?"

I looked up at him. "No, I want to just...go to sleep, for a long time. Can't I just sleep until the baby's born?"

He made a face. "No, you can't. C'mon, let's go." he put his arm around me and walked me out the the kitchen again.

Mr. Winchester was standing again. Sam was eating an apple, and there was a bowl of tuna salad on the table and a plate of crackers.

I sat down again and exhaled shakily. "I'm sorry I—got upset," I said, feeling embarrassed.

"I gave you a lot of information, I probably should have gone slower. I'm sorry that you felt overwhelmed. But the introduction to this life is often—upsetting." Mr. Winchester looked at me.

"I'll say," I retorted.

"I don't want this to be too much for you. You seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders, and I think that you'd do well with training. Right now, you're dealing with the initial shock of learning about everything. You'll feel better about things in a couple of days."

I sighed. "I don't know..."

"You should eat something," Sam pushed the bowl towards me.

"And we need to discuss something else," Mr. Winchester leaned back against the counter again and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I know that you and Jane were... familiar... at the cabin—don't deny it," Mr. Winchester held his hand up at Dean's protestations, "But there's to be no more of that. No bed sharing and no—untoward behavior."

"Untoward behavior? What does that mean?" Dean joked, discomfort on his face.

"It means no sex. No- shenanigans. Both of you are teen-agers, and I expect you to behave yourselves around Sam and when you're alone."

"DAD!" Dean's face was crimson now, and he stared at the floor.

"Dean, I know what you're like. I've told you time and time again to keep it in your pants, and you—you haven't listened, and now, here we are."

Dean looked up at his dad. "Well it's not like I have to worry about getting the girl pregnant!"

Mr. Winchester sighed and scrubbed his hand over his face. "That is not the point! You are living under my roof, and I will not have my children—yes, you are still a child—having sex!"

"Oh my God, Dad!" Dean's face got even redder, and he dropped his head into his hands.

"Can I trust that you're going to behave yourself? Or do I need to send you to Bobby's?" Mr. Winchester's voice was stern now.

Dean huffed a laugh, but there was no humor in it. He lowered his hands. "Yeah, Dad, I'll behave. Jesus."

Mr. Winchester raised his eyebrows. "You gonna start giving me attitude? Really?" He stared at Dean, and Dean looked back at him and then dropped his eyes again.

"No sir," he muttered, glancing at me.

Mr. Winchester walked over to Dean and pulled him into a hug. "Dean, you're my son, and I love you, but I want you to think with your upstairs brain from now on, hear me?" he let Dean go and tapped the back of his head.

"Yes sir," Dean muttered again. "Geez, Dad, way to embarrass me in front of- my girl."

"If you can't talk about it, then you shouldn't have been doing it," Mr. Winchester quipped, and Sam started to laugh. All of us looked at him. "What?" he asked, "It sounds ridiculous! It is ridiculous!"

"Teen-agers are ridiculous," Mr. Winchester said dryly, and that made me laugh for some reason.

I pulled the plate of crackers towards me and spooned some tuna salad onto one. "Are there any more apples?" I asked.

"Yes," Mr. Winchester walked over to the refrigerator and got one out. He brought it over and set it next to my elbow. "Thanks," I smiled at him.

"Jane, do you do any cooking?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I usually cook when I'm here, and Dean does the cooking the rest of the time. Would you like to do some cooking sometimes too? I mean, if you're still feeling nauseous, you shouldn't."

"Sure, I can cook," I nodded, "I made dinner most nights because my parents worked. I don't mind it, I like cooking."

"That's great," he said, turning to the counter and opening a cabinet, "You should probably check out the pots and pans and staples they've got. There's not much right now, this place has been empty for months, but there's flour and sugar and salt. We'll go shopping for groceries tomorrow, and you can pick out meals you like to cook."

"I'm working on one hundred and one ways to make mac and cheese," Dean wiggled his eyebrows.

"Umm...why?" I asked him.

"'Cause Sammy likes it, and it's something he'll eat. It's pretty good when you add stuff like chili."

"Hmm...okay," I said skeptically. I ate the apple and some more tuna salad. Dean ate some tuna salad also.

After I finished eating, I looked through the cabinets. There were quite a few pots and pans and some glass baking dishes. Next to the fridge was a large, deep closet that had rows of shelves for food. There were things like boxes of powdered milk and potato flakes, cans of soup, vegetables, and fruits, and large canisters of flour and sugar, like Mr. Winchester had said. On one shelf, higher up, there was a large wooden box marked, "Herbs". I tried to pull it down, and Dean reached up and got it for me.

He brought it out to the kitchen and set it on the table. When I opened it, I was surprised to see that everything was stored in glass jars or metal boxes, instead of the little plastic bottles from the grocery stores. "Why are the spices stored like this?" I asked.

"Uh, well, these aren't for cooking..." Mr. Winchester said slowly. I looked at him with confusion. "They're for...use in hunting. For spells and...other things."

"Spells?" I squeaked. "You do—like, witchcraft?"

"No, no, not witchcraft. But when you are putting up sigils to ward a place, you often have an incantation that you say, and you need to burn some herbs to set it. Herbs are burned during certain prayers too, and there are some spells that hunters do use, mostly for protection." Mr. Winchester explained.

"Oh," I felt relieved that he wasn't talking about witchcraft. "This is still...kinda weird. It's all so...mind-blowing." I closed the lid of the box. "I didn't see any other herbs or spices in there, we'll have to get some."

"What d'you mean? Salt and pepper's good enough!" Dean said.

"No, you need things like Basil and Oregano to put in pasta sauce, Parsley and Rosemary and Garlic for chicken."

"We can buy some spices tomorrow," Mr. Winchester said. "It's late, you three should get to bed."

"I call the bathroom first!" Dean turned and began to rush towards the hall.

"Dean, let Jane go first," Mr. Winchester reprimanded.

Dean stopped, and turned. "Okay, you're right," he said with chagrin.

I went to my room and got a pair of pajamas. When I came back out to the living room, I asked, "You didn't, by chance, grab my toothbrush or my jewelry, did you?"

"No, I took the bag that was in the ambulance. I'm guessing a nurse packed your things from your room." Mr. Winchester told me.

"Oh," I said disappointedly, "They didn't put my jewelry in the bag or any of my supplies like my toothbrush or shampoo."

"Make a list of what you need, and we can pick that up tomorrow too."

"Thanks," I smiled gratefully at him.

Dean and Sam were in their bedroom when I came out of the bathroom. I felt nervous about trying to go in, after what Mr. Winchester had said to us.

"Good night," I called as I turned to walk down the hall.

Dean came to the door and leaned on the doorjamb. "Hey, well..."

I stopped and looked at him. "What?"

He leaned forward and for a second it seemed like he was going to kiss me. "Uh, good night, Jane." he said, blushing a little.

"G'night," I replied.

My sleep was restless. It was hard to get used to how different the mattress felt, and all the sounds. There were crickets outside, and every so often a car would drive by. At one point a loud motorcycle startled me awake as it went past. I felt like I couldn't get comfortable in the bed, or relax. Even though Mr. Winchester said that house was protected, I still felt anxious.

In the morning, we got dressed and then Mr. Winchester took us to get breakfast. We ate as he drove to a strip mall that had a large grocery store at one end.

I walked between Sam and Dean as we went into the store. Mr. Winchester grabbed a shopping cart out of the kiosk.

A female cashier walked by holding a register drawer. She openly stared at Dean, her mouth almost dropping open. I had forgotten how he affected people, a lot of girls usually stared at him in the halls or gazed dreamily at him in class. He usually seemed to take it in stride.

He nodded at her, saying, "Hey," in a low voice.

She brightened when he acknowledged her. "Welcome to Save-More!" she chirped happily, tilting her head and smiling.

As we walked past her, I realized what she'd been doing. She'd been doing the "I'm trying to get this guy's attention" flirting thing. With Dean.

"Why do these type of store always mis-spell their name?" Sam said grumpily, gesturing at a large sign hanging at the end of the rows. "SAV-MOR FOOD MART- Sail Into Sales!" was emblazoned across it, with a drawing of a sailboat loaded down with food.

"What even is a 'mart'?" Sam grumbled, frowning.

"It's a shortened version of the word 'market'," Mr. Winchester explained.

"Well I think it's dumb!" Sam groused, and Mr. Winchester ruffled his hair. "All right, let's get this shopping trip started."