Realization

"Want to tell me how this happened?"

"No."

Jane didn't push it, just cleaned Dean's hands with the peroxide she had bought. After her own incident with the whiskey sanitizer, she had insisted Bobby have actually keep stuff on hand that wasn't going to set fire to the blood or destroy the good cells while it cleaned out the nasty stuff. He and Sam had just gotten back from a hunt today, and she had spent the few days alone with the "retired" old hunter.

Bobby had left her alone; she had left him alone and cleaned up after herself. It had worked out fine.

Dean had gone out to work some more on the Impala, Sam had gone out, Sam had come in, Dean had come in… with a few pieces of glass in his hands. Which was why he was sitting on the toilet seat while she kneeled on the floor and tended to his hands. Something he could have done himself, but… she had actually missed him.

Stockholm Syndrome.

"You're ruining me, Janey." He informed her, smirking slightly when her head snapped up to meet his gaze. "I had a beautiful girl in front of me, and she wanted me,"

Her eyes narrowed.

"But I just didn't have it in me to even try picking her up." It wasn't all on her, a lot of it had to do with John, and Sammy. But when Jo had said she'd like to see him again, he had almost told her he was married. Instead, he had settled for a 'wrong place, wrong time' line.

"As soon as this… thing… is over, we'll be divorced and you can feel free to whore around all you want." She said in a deceptively calm voice. "Until then, don't think about getting into my bed if you're sleeping with other women."

"Jealous?"

"Concerned about STD's."


"I've been here since July, I think I deserve to get the hell out of the house."

"Janey, that's not a good idea. Bobby, tell her that's not a good idea."

"She ain't my wife." Bobby said with a carefully neutral expression, looking at Jane out of the corner of his eye. "And even if she were, I don't say no to women who swing skillets."

Jane smirked slightly before turning her attention back to Dean. "I'm here because you think the demons may use me as a way to get to you, right? Well if I'm already with you…"

"I said no, and you're no help." Dean pointed a finger at Bobby.

Bobby shrugged.

"Dean," Sam interjected, ignoring the exasperated sigh Dean let out. "It's October, she's probably going crazy here."

"Thank you!"

"Both of you, stop helping her!" Dean got to his feet, glaring at them all. "It's too damn dangerous. We have no idea where that yellow eyed son of a bitch is and if Meg knew about her, you can bet your asses he does too! She stays here!"

"The hell if I am!" Jane got to her feet too, poking him in the chest.

"Woman, don't start with me, I said no."

"So did I, I'm not staying here anymore, you can't keep me locked up like this Dean."

"You want to leave so bad?" He grabbed her by the arm. "Fine, let's go."

"Hey!" She dug her bare feet into the floor. "Dean!"

"Dean!" Sam was up as well, moving forward to help, or… something.

"Mind your own business." Dean ordered, dragging her out the front door and down into the yard. "All right sweetheart, you wanted to go, so go."

"Are you crazy!?"

"You wanted to leave, so leave!"

She flinched away from him as far as she could, his iron hold on her wrist not allowing much distance.

Dean froze when he realized she was recoiling from him, seeing a hint of fear in her gray eyes. What the hell was he doing? This wasn't him. He freaking loved women, and he was being downright abusive towards the one woman that was actually his.

She was his.

The realization swept through him and it rocked him to his core. She was his. He had never wanted the normal life, the family deal, that was Sam's dream, not his. But here he was, with a wife, and… she wasn't some one night stand. Hell, he had slept with Jane more times than he had ever considered sleeping with any woman. He was the love them, leave them guy. The only other woman he had wanted for more than a fling had been Cassie, and she had freaked out the minute he had let her into the wonderful world of Dean Winchester. Jane knew about it, hell, she was nearly as weird as Sammy. But she was his, his to protect, not this...

Jane stood there quietly, even after he had let her go and just stared at him, watching the play of emotions dance across his face. When he finally focused on her, she offered him a tentative smile. "Are you done?"

"Yeah," He choked out. "I'm done, sweetheart.


"Not a word about your psychic crap, or Sam's." Dean had instructed on the way to the Roadhouse, not overly keen on heading there. Jane he could write off as a basic psychic with some crap ability, those were a dime a dozen. Sam, not so much, and if any hunter found out… it would be open season.

Then they had actually gotten there and Dean had been worried about the fact that there were people there, which was why Jane was now sitting in the car.

"Screw this." She muttered.


What started out as friendship, has grown stronger…

She was going to assume the old, relatively horrible music was just a hunter thing because Dean loved this old time crap too. She scanned the bar, spotting only a few folk, and he was perched at the bar, a young blonde thing right next to him. That just… did not sit well with her. Especially after the past few days they had had, since the incident at Bobby's with him having a spaz attack. They had gotten along, and he had even let her drive the Impala, once.

Dean didn't have a very high opinion of her driving abilities.

"I could help…"

"No Jo. Besides, if I ran off with you, your mother might kill me. Hell, Jane might kill me."

Jo frowned slightly, leaning towards him. "Jane?"

"She's my-"

"I'm his wife." Jane smiled sweetly when they both turned around, nodding at the older woman she was going to venture was Ellen. She did not miss the once over she was given, or the way eyes lingered on her left hand. "Sorry honey, the car was just too hot to sit in."

"Well…" Dean smiled awkwardly, sliding off the barstool to walk over to her. "If I'd of known you'd woken up…"

"What can I say? I just love the backseat of your car."

He laughed, turning as Sam approached and slid his arm around her waist. "Do you now? We're going to test that." He murmured in her ear.

Jane really hoped her cheeks weren't red.