Deal

The general idea had been that Sam was going to somehow miraculously come back to life. Dean would go work some mojo and Sam would pop up, everything would be all right. That had been the idea. Jane didn't believe it, not really. Demons were real, and possessing people. Monsters were real, they ate people who dangled off their beds. But the only person to ever return from the dead was Jesus.

Sam sat up.

"Holy shit!" Jane shrieked, standing up violently enough to send the chair she had been sitting in sprawling behind her. Somewhere in her mind, she knew that this was what was supposed to happen. She had known Dean wasn't going out for a Sunday drive, he was going out to do something stupid and bring Sam back. However, knowing and seeing were two very different things.

Sam stared at her out of wild eyes.

She could only stare back for a long while. Finally, when she sort of had her wits about her, she offered him a reassuring smile. "Hey Sam, why don't-"

"What happened?" He demanded, struggling to swing his legs over the edge of the bed.

She moved to help him, instinctively knowing that telling him he had been dead for a while would not go over well with either him or Dean. Whatever Dean had done… well… she knew it was bad and felt panic pricking at her stomach. "You were hurt." She said lamely, kneeling down in front of him, her hands on his knees as she tried to keep him from moving around too much. She had no idea how he was alive, she didn't really want to think about it, but she also knew he had died from a pretty serious wound. Was that gone now? Or was he going to start bleeding all over the place? "Just sit still for a moment, please."

"Dean, where's Dean?" He rasped, gripping the top of her hands, his own completely engulfing hers.

"He's on his way Sam." She could only stare down at his hands. They were huge. They were warm.

Sam was alive.


The look on Bobby's face was priceless and Jane felt like finding a hole to go crawl in when his gaze shifted from Sam, to Dean and then finally to her. She just tried to make herself appear smaller in the denim jacket she wore, hands stuffed in the pockets, and looked anywhere but at him. He had told her to convince Dean to bury or burn Sam, and instead…

Ta da!

"Hey, Bobby."

"Hey, Bobby."

She cleared her throat awkwardly. "Hi Bobby." The minute Dean had passed off a 'Sam's all better' and they were in the house, she excused herself to go get cleaned up. She needed to wash away the Cold Oak.

She turned on every light she passed by. There would be no shadows to haunt her.


"What did he do Jane?"

Jane turned around and threw the hairbrush in her hand directly at Sam, not even thinking twice about it. Stupid thing to do really, if he had been anyone, anything else, that hairbrush would have been, a majorly embarrassing choice in weaponry. Since it was just her reanimated brother-in-law the hairbrush was cool. "Damn it, Sam! Don't you knock?"

He rapped his knuckles against the now open door and stepped inside. "What'd he do?"

She frowned, turning to grab her socks off the bed before sitting down on the mattress, pulling them on. "Don't know what you're talking about, Sam."

"Jane, don't- don't treat me like I'm a fool, because I'm not. I saw the look on Bobby's face, I've seen how you look at me. Just… tell me." He half turned, peeling off his shirt. "This, Jane, this is a scar… I'm not stupid, this was a fatal wound and it's only days old. So tell me… what did he do?"

Jane inhaled sharply. "I don't know, Sam."


"Janey, sweetheart, if I were a jealous man, I'd be pretty upset right now."

Jane rolled her eyes, assuming Dean caught Sam coming down the stairwell and probably pulling his shirt back on. "Seriously, Dean?"

"Seriously Jane, he was half-naked. Good thing I trust Sammy, huh?" He caught her fist before her blow could land on his face, half-smirking. "Now sweetheart, considering the week we've had, don't you think violence is a bit much?"

Jane began mentally counting backwards from one hundred. "Dean, you're not funny."

He shrugged, letting go of her hand and placing his on her waist. "What'd he want?"

"What do you think? Answers, Dean. You fed him bullshit and he knows it." Jane's eyes narrowed when he squeezed her. "I didn't tell him anything Dean. It's not like I know anything to tell, hmm?"

She wasn't funny. She knew that Sam had been dead which was enough. "Jane, did you tell him anything? Seriously."

"I didn't tell him anything Dean, except the truth."

"Which is?"

"That I don't know."

He studied her a moment longer then let go, moving to sit on the bed they tended to share when they were both in the house at the same time. He patted the space next to him and wrapped his arm around her when she joined him. "I made a deal, Jane." He said quietly.

She bit her lower lip, sighing. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Probably because you know me."