Orders

"Where's Jane?"

"Got her own room."

Frowning, Sam used his foot to shut the door behind him. "I brought her something to eat." He held out his hands, one balancing a carrier with drinks, the other fisting two bags of what promised to be something deliciously greasy.

Dean, who had been lying on his bed, sat up. "Since when do you like any of my women?"

"I liked Cassie."

He winced. "Don't uh, don't mention Cassie to Jane, okay?"

"Is Jane going to be sticking around then?"

"God, I hope not." Talk about a barrel of drama he just did not need. He tried picturing Jane and Cassie meeting, suppressing a shudder at the thought. That just didn't work out so well for him, no matter what scenario he tried picturing.

"I'm going to take her some food."

Dean was off the bed. There was no way he was leaving his brother alone with his wife.


Jane was on her laptop. She had grabbed her crap from the trunk of her car, weaponry included, and made herself comfortable in her home for the night. She had every intention of finding out how to do this divorce thing, informing Dean, and heading back home in the morning. She just had to remember the name of the town they had been in when they'd done the incredibly stupid deed.

"It's open." She called when she heard the knock on the door, not surprised when Sam, trailed by Dean, entered.

"You should keep that locked, Jane." Dean said flatly, demonstrating with a very audible click as he locked the door behind him. "Never know who might walk in."

"Just you two. Fix my salt."

Sam and Dean both looked down, they had trudged up the salt she had laid at the door.

"That's my girl." Dean chuckled, trying and failing to suppress a grin. He gave the room a thorough look over. Salt at the windows too. She had learned something from him, besides his name. That was impressive. "Any other habits you picked up?"

"Rock salt slugs."

"Traded in that 9 of yours then?"

"Just added a shitty sawed off to my tiny collection." She had returned her stare to her laptop screen. "Dean, what was that town's name?"

"Hell if I know." He dropped down on the bed beside her, trying to ignore his brother's presence as Sam went about setting out 'dinner' on the small table off against the far wall. "What are… oh." He inclined his head towards hers. "Can't you do this another time, baby?"

"No, and don't call me-"

"Baby." He shut the lid to the laptop. "Do it later."

She really hated it when he gave orders.

Worse when she followed them.


"How'd you get in here?"

"Swiped your key from the front desk."

"Mmm…. Get out." She heard the rustling of sheets and a slight draft on her back and legs before his body blocked the chill. "Dean…"

He draped his arm over her waist, drawing her back against him before arranging the blankets over them both. "Just… go back to sleep, Jane."

She was quiet for a long moment, and he had almost fallen asleep when he heard her whisper: "Are you going to be gone when I wake up?"

He inhaled deeply, burying his face in her hair. "God knows I should be… but I won't. I'll be here."

"Okay."


He wasn't gone. Jane could only stare down at the still sleeping Dean. He looked so… peaceful, when he was asleep, and younger. Though he was only a year or so older than she was, he had a look about him, like he didn't truly relax all that often.

It was probably petty that she was fixing to leave him, without a word, while he was still snoozing in her bed. But she couldn't see any reason to stay, even if she really wanted too. Which, she didn't. She had a life going on back home, and she couldn't imagine why she would want to mix it up with Dean Winchester again. The last time had landed her a tequila hang over that damn near killed her, some great sex, a murderous ghost, and apparently a husband who had wed, bed and fled her.

Nah, no reason to get mixed up in all that.

"Put the bag down and get back in bed."

"No."

"Janey, considering this will probably be the last time we ever see each other, I think you can spare another hour and come back to bed."

She groaned, slowly letting the strap slide from her slack fingers until it dropped to the floor. "One hour, Dean."

"You're my wife, you'll give me all damn day if I want you too."

"Yeah, moment's over Dean, I'm leaving."

He was out of bed before she could pick up the bag again, pinning her against the door with his body, elbows braced on either side of her head. "Why'd you even stay the night, Jane?" He asked softly, his hazel eyes appearing green as they searched hers.

"I was tired, Dean."

"Yeah," He scoffed, stepping back from her. "Tired. Figure out that town yet?"

"No. Why don't you remember? You're the one who took us there."

He shrugged. "Must be tired."

"You're a dick, Winchester."

"Thank you, Mrs. Winchester." He smirked at her exasperated groan. "Now… get back in bed."


She was an idiot. Such a freaking idiot. Jane rolled out of bed later that morning, ignoring the way too contented smile on Dean's face. "Why didn't I think of this before?" She asked herself, going to her laptop.

He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow to watch as she set up shop. It was like watching Sam when it came to his research, only Jane was definitely much better looking in her underwear. "What'd you forget?"

"My social security number. I'll just run a background check on myself, it should say if we're married, where we got married at, all that fun stuff."

"That's a great idea, sweetheart." Minus the part where she'd probably get some alert she was married to a homicidal maniac and then the authorities would wind up at the door. Totally great idea. "I'm going to go check in with Sam. See me before you leave."

"Uh, sure."