Envelope

The rest of the night passed in interesting time spurts. It would speed up and then slow down. There was dancing, and more tequila, and a brief talk about the inevitability of another hangover. Then there was more dancing, which was more like sex standing up because they found they couldn't keep their hands off of each other, their hips from grinding, or their hands from roaming.

Neither stopped to think about how strange it was, how odd. How they were both acting so… unlike themselves, they just acted.

Jane didn't think about how she was eventually going to get back home. Or what on earth she would tell her parents. She didn't think if they were missing her, or if maybe she should finally call and let them know she was still breathing.

Dean didn't think about how he was an idiot. He had used his real name, his real information, and his dad was going to kill him. He didn't want to think about any of that, even if it were possible with her tiny, warm hands down at his zipper. "Best take this to our room, baby."

She nodded, letting him grab her hands in his and lead the way.

Once in the privacy of his, their, room, her hand was right back at his zipper and this time, Dean let her tug it down. He was busy divesting her of the lurid pink monstrosity she had been forced to don for her role as bridesmaid. He had been able to scrape buy with borrowed black slacks and a white dress shirt, neither fit him properly.

"Slow down baby, we have all night…" He murmured, stopping her from pushing down the slacks, mildly impressed with his control. "All night…"

Jane stared up at him, her lower lip caught in her teeth and nodded, smiling slightly.

"Son of a bitch…" He whispered first thing the next afternoon. The paper was in his hands, he had found an envelope under their door when he had woken up, and their marriage thing was inside. He hadn't hidden anything, this was bad. Dean wondered if he would be able to get a hold of any copies before they were sent off, or… whatever happened to them.

Raking a hand through his already tousled hair, he turned back to look at his bride. His bride… his hangover seemed to intensify at the thought. How drunk had he been? "I'm so screwed…" He muttered, burying his face in his hands for a moment.

Her contented sigh caused him to look up and he stepped towards the bed. The afternoon sun was pouring in through the open curtains, and he was honestly surprised she hadn't been woken up by it. She was wrapped in the sheet, very naked beneath it, and his lips curved into a grudging smile. Bits and pieces of the night flashed through his mind, how eager she had been, and how she had felt in his arms, coming undone over and over…

And he had to leave before he crawled back in that bed with her. She'd figure out how to end this marriage, this sham, this mistake. Jane was a smart girl. She probably didn't remember what they had done, she had been so damn drunk, but the certificate was pretty self-explanatory. She'd be mortified, think she was an idiot, or that he was a perverted bastard –which he could be-, and file for divorce. Or maybe annulment, could they do that? Not his problem, it was hers now. He had to go. His time was up.

He dressed and gathered his things quietly, leaving the envelope on the nightstand beside the bed.

Jane woke up to the desk clerk bustling about the room, frowning as she pulled herself into a sitting position. Her head was throbbing again, and it wasn't the only part of her throbbing. Groaning, she shut her eyes, listening to the noise and finally cleared her throat. At least there was a fresh breeze, Maria must have opened the window.

She was instantly bombarded with a string of words she couldn't immediately piece together due to her current state and the haze over her mind. She was trying to focus, honestly she was, but all she could really bring herself to think of was the fact that she had slept with Dean. In the Biblical sense, not the 'passed out in a towel but nothing happened' sort of way.

"Oh my God…" Another groan, followed by her forcing herself to roll out of the bed. "Dean?"

Maria tugged at her sheet, forcing Jane to give her attention.

Jane listened and then asked several times over for everything to be repeated, going numb.

Dean had checked out already.

He had left.

He had left money at the desk for her and a bus ticket home.

But he had left.

Jane went about getting dressed on automatic, her headache providing no distraction to her situation. She knew once she got past the initial hurt she would realize that this was to be expected. He, a handsome stranger had swept into her life unexpectedly, and he had swept out just as unexpectedly.

Which was stupid, because she should have expected it. They had had an interesting time together –understatement of the decade- which culminated in a night of delicious sex and he had bailed. Totally not strange, and she should have known it would happen. Men like him simply did not stay with women like her. Besides, it wasn't like she would have been able to tolerate his presence for any extended periods of time. He was a pain in her ass with a very weird hobby, or job, or whatever this ghost hunting business was.

No, this was for the best. Jane would go home, make her excuses and forget about Dean Winchester.

She nodded, affirming this decision and grabbed her stuff, sweeping out of the room.

The envelope remained where it had landed after a particularly strong gust of wind had coursed through the room… under the bed.