Comfortable
"I'm telling Sam to come in."
Dean shot off the bed, quick enough to stop Jane before she could reach the motel room door. Laughing, he pulled her backwards, one arm looped around her waist, the other moving to the buttons of the shirt she was wearing –which was his shirt. "Oh no you're not, he's happy out there. He's in research mode."
"Because of you!"
"I'm giving him purpose, now come back to bed with me."
Jane let out a groan when they fell back onto the bed Dean had claimed for them. "Is it really fair to kick your brother out just so you can get a piece?"
"The day Sam kicks us out so he can get laid is the day I know he's finally a man."
"God you're horrible…" She rolled onto her side and trailed her fingers up his ribs, tips caressing his skin as they moved to his chest. "Delicious, but horrible. He's out there trying to save you and-"
"Baby, there's plenty of time." He interrupted, not really wanting the mood spoiled by his impending death. "So stop worrying. I'm not worried."
"Of course not. It's only been a week, not even that, I don't think it's hit you yet."
"Jane, if you were a man, I'd punch you right now. You're killing the moment!"
"You'd have a man in bed with you?"
"What? No, no! You're twisting my- go get Sam." He propped himself on his elbows to watch her slide off the bed and shook his head, fighting not to grin. "Evil woman…"
She threw him a wink over her shoulder.
"That is… disgusting." Jane pulled a red bandanna from her back pocket and held it over her mouth and nose, really hoping she wasn't inhaling a super bug as images from The Stand flashed through her head.
"Quiet." Bobby ordered, pushing his way past her into the house.
She rolled her eyes and stowed the lock pick back in her new breaking and entering toolkit. She was becoming a criminal. It was Dean who had insisted she learn how to pick a lock, and that she come on the road with them, Bobby had not been pleased. She didn't think Sam was either.
Sam wasn't really overly happy right now period. The whole story had come out. Dean had made a deal with a crossroads demon. Sam's life for his soul, and instead of the usual ten, he got a year. Sam felt guilty about Dean's upcoming date with Satan, and there was the obvious bit of John doing the same thing to save John. It was just a never ending circle of stupidity. Only the Winchesters would deal with demons when knowing everything they did about the damn things.
It really made her glad that she had kept her last name.
"Ugh!"
"Oh!" Now that was disturbing, and explained the source of the stench. Jane could only stare down at the family on the couch. Dead, and sitting there… like they had just sat there and watched the TV until they kicked it. "Oh…" That bacon cheeseburger she had eaten for breakfast was not sitting so well anymore.
"Bobby," Sam looked to the older man in confusion. "What the hell happened here?"
"I don't know."
"Check for sulfur."
That was something she could definitely do, and it was a great excuse to not linger anywhere near those bodies. Her head snapped up when she heard a noise from outside, glancing over at Dean who had obviously heard it too. He made a gesture and disappeared. She arched a brow when Bobby and Sam went towards the back of the house. She followed Dean, a bit lost at just what she was supposed to do.
A very short minute later, Dean was on the ground from a shotgun being slammed into him and she was then face to barrel with the damn thing.
"Isaac? Tamara?"
Oh thank God. Her fingers unclenched from her 9mm.
"Well Jenny, it you look as pretty as you sound, then I'd love to have an appletini."
Jane smacked herself in the face, ignoring the amused look Sam shot her. "One word and you die Winchester."
He cleared his throat. He had already made a gaffe with Isaac and Tamara, he wasn't about to do it a second time.
"Yeah. Call you."
Bobby handed her a gun. "Aim for something that ain't vital, we still need the idjit."
When Dean turned to give them the news, he was greeted with Bobby's pistol in Jane's hand and she was staring at him contemplatively. "What?"
"Nah." She passed it back to Bobby. "Not worth the bullet."
"What'd I do?"
"It's suicide Dean!"
"So what? I'm dead already!"
Jane really did not like hearing that as she handed Bobby the book. "There."
He looked at it, took a second to let it all click, and nodded. "Good work." He tucked the book under his arm and headed towards the other room, where the suicide squad seemed to be winning.
"…know how many there are!"
"Yeah, we do. Seven." Bobby said flatly, exchanging a worried look with Jane.
"You haven't sorted out who we're dealing with?" Jane asked incredulously. Even she knew this one. She had had a puzzle locking into place moment as she and Bobby had recounted what they knew.
"No." Dean was staring at her in surprise. "Who?"
"The seven deadly sins."
"Idjit."
"You know, I don't like them together." Dean grinned. "What's in the box?"
"…the hell?" Jane had definitely had more of a normal, tradition life than them and she still had no idea what he was talking about.
"Brad Pitt? Se7en? No?"
Bobby threw the book to –well, at- him.
"I'm going with Bobby."
Considering the night they had had, Dean didn't find that all amusing. "No, you're not."
"Uh, yes I am." Jane countered, not about to let him pulling the command thing right now. It was one thing when it was stuff that wasn't… apocalyptic. "We're going to see if we can't find what else might've come out the gate."
"You can do that with me."
"Aw, you're going to miss me."
He was still not amused. "Janey, don't. You said you'd come with us."
"I'll join you, don't you worry your handsome self about that. I'll have to if I want to keep you on the straight and narrow." She tweaked his nose, ignoring his growl. "Getting a little comfy with me, are you Winchester?"
"You have no idea, Mrs. Winchester."
