"Turn right here." Jane wasn't exactly being talkative. The most verbal she got was to give a direction; the rest of the trip was spent in silence from both parties with the radio playing faintly in the background. Dean looked over at her for about the tenth time. It had been a long time since he had a person in the passenger seat. "Take a picture it'll last longer." Jane had obviously noticed the glances from Dean. He was a little annoyed by the comment, but before he could shell out a snarky retort, Jane spoke. "It's the blue one."
She pointed to a small, two-story house with a bright yellow door. Dean turned the truck into the driveway and parked. Before he could completely turn the truck off, Jane had gotten out of the car and had hauled her duffle bag out onto the lawn. The grass looked like it hadn't been mowed in awhile. Dean opened his door and took in his surroundings as he slammed the door shut. He walked up to the porch, where Jane was having issues unlocking the front door.
"Need help?" Jane didn't answer but kept fiddling with her keys until the door finally opened. She reached for her bag but found that Dean had already picked it up for her.
"I can get it myself you know." Dean glanced at her and walked over the threshold. Jane widened her eyes as she sighed and followed him in, shutting the door behind her.
Dean dropped the duffel just inside the living room. There was, surprisingly, a lot of furniture. It was much different than the bunker. He walked past the entrance to the stairs and into the kitchen. Jane limped past him to open up the sliding glass door, letting a huge bundle of fur into the kitchen. Great, a dog.
"I hope you don't mind, Teddy likes to meet new people." The black Labrador Retriever ran over to Dean and started to sniff out the new scents of a possible friend. Dean reached down to pet the dog.
"How old is he?"
"Four. I found him in a cardboard box on the side of the road. He's been with me ever since." Dean saw the first genuine smile of Jane as Teddy wandered back over to her and she leaned down to rub his ears. Dean looked around the kitchen. It was getting to be a slightly awkward silence so he decided to do something that he wasn't quite talented at: small talk.
"So where are your parents?" Dean slid his hands into his pockets as he meandered over to the kitchen table. He pulled one hand out and set it on top of the chair as he turned to look at Jane. She had stopped petting Teddy who was busy nuzzling her hands for more.
"They're dead. Died a long time ago. Can I get you something to drink?" She was obviously trying to change the subject. Jane stood up and walked over to the fridge and grabbed herself a soda.
"Actually yes. Do you have a beer?" She glared at him. "Okay, Okay just kidding. I'll take a water." She shut the fridge and walked over to the cupboard to grab a glass, then over to the sink and turned the tap to cold. Jane walked over to the table and gave Dean his water as she motioned for him to sit down.
"What happened? Don't you have extended family to stay with?" Dean tried to fish for more information that may become relevant to the case. Jane smiled in amazement.
"You really know how to kick off a conversation don't you?" she stopped for a second, and then went on. "My parents were killed in a car crash when I was three. My older brother, Seth, and I moved in with our Aunt. This is her house but I'm taking care of it until she gets out of jail. My brother went into the military 3 years ago and was deployed a few days before my birthday. The car that I was driving was his parting gift. I got a knock on the door four months later and was informed that he was killed in action so now it's just me and Teddy." Jane said all of this matter-of-fact. This bothered Dean because she seemed way too okay with it. He thought back to Bela, who sold her soul to get rid of her family so she could inherit the family fortune. But this didn't make sense for Jane; she wasn't rolling in money.
The phone rang jolting Dean out of his train of thought. Jane had gotten up to pick up the receiver.
"Hello? Oh! Yes I'm fine…. Mmhmm… Okay, yep be right over… Nope I have a ride," she looked over at Dean and raised her eyebrows. Dean nodded because what else was he supposed to do. Say no? "Okay I'll see you soon. Bye." She put the receiver down and rapped her fingers on the counter. "I need to go to the impound to take a look at my car. Can I get a lift?"
"Yeah, sure." Perfect timing. Dean could look at the car to see what—or who—had caused the accident. Jane nodded and grabbed her purse and her keys and started to limp towards the door.