Married
"How did you two even meet?"
"No, forget that, I want to know why you're here."
Jane looked back and forth between the brothers. They didn't really look that much alike. They did have one common theme: they were both gorgeous. Dean was gorgeous… his looks were more… chiseled, more defined, and she was not thinking those thoughts. Nope. Sam was easy on the eyes as well, taller than Dean, and while he had a pleasant smile, he struck her as the more serious of the pair.
"Earth to Jane." Dean snapped his fingers under her nose.
Blinking, she leaned away from him, frowning. "Don't."
"Why are you here?" He asked again, ignoring Sam's dark look as he stared down at her. They had retreated back to the motel and rented anther room, something he had had no intention of doing. They were supposed to be gone by now. She was currently sitting on one of the beds, Sam on the other, and he was standing in between them. "Hell, how'd you even find me?"
"Trust me, I wasn't actually looking for you." Which was true, she hadn't been, her common sense on speed ability had been. "If I would've known I was going to run into you, I would have-"
"Taken the headache." Sam finished for her, looking curious. "What's that mean?"
"Nothing." She wasn't about to tell either of them about her minor little ability. "Just… God, I'm leaving." She pushed herself off the bed.
Dean promptly pushed her right back down. "You can leave in the morning."
"Don't you-"
"All right you two." Sam stood up, placing his hands on his brother's shoulders and gently nudging him away. "Jane, please, spend the night and drive in the morning. We can get you a room-"
"I have my own money."
"Wait- no reunion?" Dean grinned, dropping down across from her on what he was now deeming Sam's bed. "No sweet hellos?"
"You want me to bitch smack you again?"
"How'd you two meet?"
"At a bar." They both answered.
Sam covered a smile. "You know, I think I'll run across the street and grab us some supper." He was already moving for the door. "Burgers all around, yeah?" And then he was out the door, before either could say anything.
Dean gave it a few moments before asking again. "Why are you here, Jane?"
"I don't know." She folded her arms over her chest, staring at him. "I just drove and wound up here."
"That's one hell of a coincidence, don't you think?"
She shrugged.
"Janey… sweetheart-"
"Don't call me that."
"Obviously, you're here for a reason." His eyes narrowed slightly as he considered all possibilities before finally grinning. "Bringing me my divorce papers? It took you long enough."
Jane's gray eyes widened for a moment. "Your what?"
"My divorce papers, a copy of them." Why was he explaining what she should already know? "Seven years is a long time, baby, but even I didn't forget."
Jane was silent, racking her brain. She had replayed everything she remembered from that night a lot at first, trying to piece together what she remembered while vowing to never get that drunk again. She knew she had been a bridesmaid, and Dean had been in the groom's party. She knew they had been celebrating taking care of a… a ghost, of all things, and she knew they had drank more tequila than was legal.
Those things she knew. Other things, such as standing before the priest, laughing and kissing, those things she figured were drunk hallucinations, or confused memories, brought on by way too much to drink.
"We really got married?" She asked quietly, not looking up at him.
"We really got married." He confirmed, beginning to frown. "I left the marriage certificate on the nightstand Jane, so you could go get a divorce or something. It was a mistake, a drunken mistake, should've never happened."
"We got married."
"Yes…" She hadn't remembered, and Dean felt panic beginning to well inside his chest. "Jane, you… you had a lot to drink but- You remembered, right?"
She shook her head no.
"But you found the paper, you did, didn't you?"
Another shake of her head.
Now he felt sick.
"We were drunk, and got married."
"Son of a bitch!"
Jane felt like she was going to throw up. After accepting reality, and the fact that those tequila hallucinations were in fact an actual occurrence, she had hauled her cookies to the bathroom. Her stomach was heaving but she was fighting it, trying to keep her head clear. She failed and reached the toilet in time to start with the dry hurling.
She could hear Dean pacing and cursing out in the room, mentally echoing the sentiments. All this time, seven years, and they had been married. She could have inadvertently messed up something in her life because she was an idiot. What if she had gotten into a serious relationship with someone? What if she had had kids? Obviously, neither had occurred, but what if?
And she didn't know anything really about Dean, besides the fact that he used too, maybe still did, hunt ghosts. What if he was a murderer or something? They had joked about it before, but what if it was true?
She jumped when Dean pounded his fist against the door.
"Come on Jane, we got to talk."
No, they had to get divorced. Fast.
Dean was tempted to pick the lock and open the door himself but instead retreated, giving her space. That and it sounded like something had hit the toilet, he wasn't about to walk in on something gross. God, how did the woman not remember something like marriage? Wasn't that a chick thing? He knew he hadn't totally forgotten because there was always a subconscious fear lurking that his dad might one day find out just how stupid he had been.
Speaking of John… he could never find out about Jane. Which meant neither could Sam, outside of what he knew. Nobody could ever know. Hell, he was wanted for murder –and various other things-, now that it was known he wasn't as dead as he should have been. It was only a matter of time before she got dragged into that.
She had to go.
