A/N: Apologies for the delay between chapters, I just started a new class and the holidays are officially here -at my house anyways. Updates might be a few days apart until after Christmas.

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Apple Green

"Holy hell, Jane!"

"Sorry! Here… let me see…"

"No, its fine… it wasn't too hot…"

"Just let me look…"

"No."

"Dean, give me your hand."

Sam and Bobby exchanged amused looks over their books, both men glancing out into the kitchen. Dean was standing next to Jane, looking both amused and impatient as she eyeballed his hand. He was staring down at her head, while she was focused on potential oil burns. They exchanged another round of looks, these knowing.

"How's it look?"

"Not too bad."

Dean grinned broadly. "Didn't I say that? Oh yeah, I did."

"I'll pour the leftover oil on your head, Winchester."

"I love it when you talk dirty, Mrs. Winchester." He purred, looping his free arm around her and pulling her towards him. "Sweetheart, I think your chicken is burning."

Jane growled, shoving his now laughing ass away and went back to the stove. They had been in the process of making fried chicken for dinner when he got the oil splattered on the back of his hand. Well, truth be told, she had been in the process of. He had been "supervising" and passing her whatever she asked him for. When she had asked him to turn the drumsticks in the oil, he had lifted, turned and dropped opposed to just a gentle turnover. "At this rate, you're never going to eat again, Dean."

"Not if you burn the food."

"Oh my G- get out of my kitchen."

"Your kitchen?" He laughed, ignoring her order and instead held out the paper towel covered plate she was using to drain the excess oil off the finished legs. "Last I checked, it was Bobby's."

"Don't be bringing me into this, boy." Bobby called from his place, a chuckle in his tone.

"Well considering I don't have a place of my own anymore, or a kitchen of my own, consider me a squatter and this kitchen my domain." Jane informed him, all of them, as she move the frying pan to a cold back burner to let the oil cool down. "I miss my kitchen… I had just bought brand new apple green appliances…"

Dean cleared his throat, feeling a bit of guilt coursing through him. Sometimes it was so easy to forget that prior to him, Jane had had a life. A demon, ghost, monster free life, a life free of him. Who knew what she had left behind? Well, not willingly left, not at first, she had been carted off by Meg. But she had had the opportunity to square things away and she had. She had let it all go. Made what calls needed to be made, checked in with people and done what needed to be done. She had just… walked away from it all.

Technically, he had never had all that much to walk away from so he hadn't considered that it might have hurt her more than she would let on.

"Apple green huh?" He asked when he finally got his tongue back, when he felt like he could sound nonchalant.

"Apple green," She nodded, not looking at him as she began setting the table. "My favorite color."

Another something he hadn't known. Almost everything he did know about her… well, it was from studying her, or what she had let slip out. Maybe she was just keeping herself locked up, not that he overly blamed her, and he would be dead soonish. And then maybe, she was just a don't share anything more than necessary kind of person.

Hell, maybe he hadn't cared and she had known.


Bobby didn't know whether to be amused or disgusted. He settled for something in between. "Dean, what the hell did you do to my kitchen?" He demanded, more surly than usual. He had gone to brew up a pot of coffee after handling his morning business and… bam! The change had instantly hit him. it had been disturbing enough when Jane had gone through and cleaned the damn room. It was pristine, and homey, and he didn't like it one damn bit. Now… now it was just… Ugh.

"Jane's kitchen." Dean corrected him, grinning like a fool. "Think she'll like it?"

"I sure as hell don't." Grunting, Bobby actually stepped into the room that used to be a part of his house. Now it was Jane's territory and by God, was that really a green toaster? "You idjit…"

"What? She likes the color and you get new crap out of the deal." Dean folded his arms over his chest a bit defensively. "Bobby, I'm just… I'm trying to-"

"You love her, Dean?" Bobby asked, for once not sounding grouchy or sarcastic. He was being serious.

Dean faltered for the briefest of moments before scoffing. "No, no! Of course I don't. Hunters and love don't mix Bobby." The 'you should know that' was implied. "I care about her, and she is legally and Biblically my wife, I want her to have at least a few good memories of me when I kick it."

"Uh huh."

"Don't you 'uh huh' me Bobby, I don't love her, all right?"

"Alright." Bobby was still giving him a skeptical look but said nothing else. He just walked over to the counter and set about to figuring out how to work the… apple green… coffee pot.


"I don't love her, all right?"

Jane winced at that, wondering how many times he was going to say it. She had woken up to an empty bed, which wasn't all that unusual, she slept later than Dean. Even when he wasn't working a case, he had a hard time sleeping in, though he did sometimes make an effort to at least remain in bed and let her sleep. Usually cuddled against him… she was such a jackass.

Of course he didn't love her, not that it mattered. She didn't love him.

She most definitely did not love Dean Winchester.


It was almost cute, how he looked like a little boy at Christmas, eagerly watching to see the reaction to the gift he had given. If not for the fact that Jane had overheard something she probably wasn't meant to, she would have found it endearing. As it was, she was shocked, and both hurt and touched at the same time, at what greeted her.

Appliances, dish towels, place mats… it was like he had gone out and bought everything he could at the local Walmart that would fit in the kitchen, so long as it was this color.

But he didn't love her. He cared for her.

It was all apple green.