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Truth

"Okay, here." Dean handed the information he had written down to Jane, watching as she keyed it into the waiting web site. His eyes remained on the laptop screen, lips thinning. "Minnesota."

Jane simply nodded, closing down the laptop when he stepped away and ran a hand down her face. Sam had disappeared almost a week ago, leaving Dean frantic and her frazzled. Frazzled was actually an understatement. Once Dean had a location, he had called her and asked her to meet him. She had arrived in time to miss the action apparently because Dean had been unconscious and there was no sign of Sam.

Dean had given her a rundown of what had happened, or what he said was the rundown. She had a feeling he wasn't telling her everything, and that was quite all right with her. He had called the cell phone company and now here they were.

"So what now?" She asked quietly.

"We follow him."


Sam was possessed and the Knowing was giving her migraine. Jane struggled with the concept of her sweet if not moody brother-in-law being a demon motel. Ignoring the feeling she should be chasing after Dean, who had chased after Sam, she instead went over to untie Jo.

"Your head…" That looked painful.

"I'll live." Jo shook out of her stiff arms, looking towards the window grimly. "Come on."

Jane followed quickly, glancing down when Jo procured a cell phone. "I don't think we'll need that." She said flatly, feeling her headache beginning to recede as they walked. When Jo shot her a curious look, she shook her head, remembering at the last minute that nobody was supposed to know she was special. Instead, she just followed her special feeling out towards the dock, both her and Jo jumping when a shot pierced the air. "Dean!"

They were outside, and there was no sign of Sam, or Dean, and her heart was doing some stupid things in her chest: like trying to jump out. She could hear Jo's slightly labored breathing as she kept pressing 'redial' on her cell.

Just as another cell sounded, her stomach lurched and she was jogging in the direction of the tug, just knowing this was the way. She was beyond trying to explain the stupid thing, she was just going to follow it from here on out. "Jo, he's here!"


"Do demons ever tell the truth?"

Dean looked away from Jane who was standing quietly beside his perch to glance at Jo, who was bandaging him up. "Sometimes, if it suits them." He grunted, wondering where she had gotten her nursing license and who had taught her the painful bedside manner she had. "Christ!"

"Shut up and let her work." Jane ordered, her pale face pinched. Blood was something she was becoming familiar with and she didn't like it. She didn't think she'd like being shot either. Silence reigned as Jo finished and then Dean disappeared to the bathroom to clean himself up. "Thanks."

"No problem." Jo was already cleaning up her own mess, discarding the bloody rags. "Beer?"

"Please." She moved behind the counter to help, accepting the beer she was passed gratefully. "Thanks."

Jo just nodded, opening her own and took a long swallow.

"Are you all right?" She had no idea how old Jo was, but honestly, she looked barely out of her teens. Except her eyes, those were adult eyes, hunter eyes, and that was just a scary thought. The idea of people being exposed to this stuff so young… She didn't want to try to imagine what it had been like for Dean and Sam when they were children.

Jo shrugged, shifting slightly so she could study the other woman. "How'd you and Dean meet, let alone marry?" She asked. "He doesn't seem the marrying type, no offense."

"He's not." None was taken. Jane knew at least two thimbles of stuff about Dean now and she definitely knew he was not the settling down, getting hitched kind of guy. Not while sober at least. "At a bar and too much partying in Mexico." She said finally, not up to recounting old history.

"Something like that." Dean had emerged and he took Jane's beer, finishing it off. "We got to hit the road, baby."

"I could help."

Jane hesitated, knowing Jo would be of more use than her. She could shoot, sure, and she got the funny butterflies that turned to killer bees in her head if she ignored it, but that was about it. Oh, and research, when Sam wasn't running around on a possession vacation.

"No." Dean stared firmly down at the little blonde. "You keep your ass here."

"But-"

"I will call your mother."

Ouch.


"She's going to watch you die!" Meg, in Sam's body, crowed, tightening her grip on Dean's throat. "You couldn't save your father, you can't save little Sammy, and you can't save her."

Dean never stopped trying to pry his brother's way to large fingers off his throat, his eyes shifting to Jane, who was lying in a heap on the floor, just outside the now broken devil's trap. She was awake, her gaze blearily fastened on him though even he could see the lights were barely on. He let out a strangled moan of pain when one hand moved from his throat to his shoulder, the same one he had been shot in, and squeezed.

"Nothing I ever do to you is going to compare to what you do to yourself." Meg chortled gleefully. "You're just beating yourself up over daddy, over maybe killing Sam…" She leaned in, in an almost confidential manner. "Just so you know, Sammy is pretty jealous Dean, I have insider knowledge."

His clenched eyes opened as she gave another painful squeeze.

"You have what he wanted, tsk tsk." She shook her, Sam's, head. "And you don't even appreciate it. But then, you don't even appreciate him either."

"Kill me or shut up!" He choked out.

She pulled back her fist, balling it. "I know, truth hurts."

Dean waited for the blow, but it never came. Bobby appeared over Meg's shoulder, a red hot fire iron in his hand and Meg suddenly screamed. Then it was over.


"Bobby, can I ask you a question?"

Bobby looked up from the charm he was making. He had already made two for the brothers, they needed them ASAP if they were going to return immediately to hunting. Now he was making one for her, not about to have another possessed woman in his house. "Hmm?" His tired eyes skimmed her. All her injuries were superficial, some bruising here and there, she'd survive it. He looked the same he was sure.

"What did that thing mean about Dean killing Sam?"

"Demons lie, Jane." It wasn't his place to tell her.

"Not if they know it will mess with a person, then they sometimes tell the truth."

Clever girl.