I feel like I should put a spoiler alert here or something as this part takes place during the last episode from season 1. Anything vaguely familiar is taken from the show, mostly based on my memory and the Supernatural Wikis.
Widower
No sooner had Bobby said 'something's wrong' then the door had flown open and Meg walked in, looking peeved. Dean had started uncapping his flask but she waved him aside.
"No more crap, okay."
He smashed into one of the many stacks of books Bobby had all over the place, and he swore he felt his brains rattling around inside his skull.
Sam moved in front of Bobby.
Dean listened as Meg went off on her little rant, watching as she stalked the retreating Sam and Bobby as he got to his feet.
"…with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster men. But I do my homework and-" She held out a hand.
Dean's eyes widened as Jane literally came flying through the open door and collided with a wall.
"Dean is about to become a widower on top of an orphan."
He forced himself to not move, to wait.
"…did you really think I wouldn't find you?"
Relief coursed through him.
Jane had filed for divorce. She had done all the paperwork herself after researching and a very brief consultation with a lawyer. After the consultation, she figured there was no point in spending a bucket load of money on a clean cut divorce. It wasn't like they had kids, or assets, or… anything really.
She had gone to file the papers, and wound up distracted by a blonde on the sidewalk outside her apartment. Her Knowing had kicked in and Jane had tried to play it off, uncertain what the deal was, but feeling it in her gut. There was something wrong with this… woman.
Filing had completely gone to hell.
Unconsciousness had been her friend on and off while this Meg transported her, and Meg was not a pleasant person at all. Jane hadn't been overly surprised to find out that Meg wasn't an actual person. Meg was a literal monster of some kind, wearing a skin suit, who liked knives and had contemplating 'making a call' on several occasions.
Making a call had never sounded so terrifying before.
What hadn't surprised her in the least was the fact that this was related to the Winchesters. From her last night with Dean, she had gathered what it was he and his brother did for a living –if it could be called that-, the same thing Dean had been doing when she had first met him. She bet the insurance sucked and benefits were next to nothing.
Jane had been sort of conscious when she had gone through the door, awake enough to feel pain coursing through her arms from her wounds. And then she had hit something at high speed and that was it.
Until now.
"Don't move."
That was Sam, and her eyelids reluctantly fluttered open. "Where'm I?" She mumbled, her tongue feeling thick in her mouth.
"Not in Texas." He eased an arm under her, gently guiding her into a sitting position while raising a glass of water to her lips. He watched as she took a slow sip, turning to shake his head at Dean who simply nodded. "What do you remember?"
"Going to file, she was there." Jane shut her eyes again. "Not right… she's not right."
Sam hesitated. She had been a demon in a girl's body, a girl they hadn't been able to save, and he felt the failure weighing on him. Just like he knew Dean was. "You're safe now, Jane."
"Safe…"
"Widower?" Bobby demanded out in the kitchen, throwing a dish towel at Dean.
Dean made up an ice pack, not meeting the older man's incredulous gaze. "Best if you don't ask."
"Well son, bit late for that, don't you think? That girl your wife?"
"Bobby, it's complicated. I don't know how Meg found out about her but-"
"But nothing. If one demon can find her, so can any other." Considering what a mess Dean and his family seemed to be in, taking a wife was just… stupid. "Does she even know about you?"
"Course she knows." Dean looked indignant. "I took her on her first hunt."
"You… did what? Idjit, you don't take civilians hunting with you!"
"I don't have time for this." Dean stormed out of the kitchen. After saying goodbye not so long ago, Dean figured he'd finally heard the last of Jane. He had worried about her finding out about him, what he hadn't banked on was anyone finding out about her. "Here, I got her. Just… go get around, we have to leave soon." He ordered, nudging Sam with his knee.
"Dean, she might need medical attention." Sam said flatly, having worked off her denim jacket when he seen the light staining. Beneath the sleeves, her arms were nothing but open wounds and nasty scabs. "Some of this looks infected."
"Here." A bottle of whiskey appeared over Dean's shoulder, followed by towels. "I got some antibiotics around here. Might be expired, but they'll do her fine."
"Thanks Bobby." Dean settled himself on the floor, gathering her in his lap. "I got this. Now go get ready, Sammy."
Sam nodded once before walking away, Bobby trailing after him.
"Janey, sweetheart, you're going to hate me in a minute." He murmured, eyeballing her arms.
"Why?"
Oh balls, she was awake, and he inwardly cursed. "Hold still."
A moment later that proved to be difficult because she was screeching like a banshee and thrashing against him as whiskey and blood poured down her arms. She was crying like a bitch and didn't care because of how bad it hurt, and Jane desperately wished to relapse into nothingness again. When the worst of it had passed, she was left gasping in broken, rasping sobs, clinging to him only because her fingers had formed a death lock on his shirt.
"Janey, you're going to stay here with Bobby." He said quietly, trying to get her to focus on his face. "You can't leave sweetheart, not until this is over. Jane, you understand?"
She managed a nod.
"I'll be back, all right?" That wasn't actually something he could guarantee but he didn't feel bad for lying. If he didn't make it back, she'd be a widow herself, and safe. He hoped.
