Hans Dumm
"Well you're not dad!"
Jane mentally rolled her eyes, not surprised in the least by that one being thrown out. Sam had been getting antsy. The Colt was repaired and worked –obviously- and research had turned up nothing. They were no closer to saving Dean from the basement than they had been a month ago. A month ago it had been September, and Dean had given her apple green kitchen appliances. Something he had no doubt found to be a grand, romantic gesture. It might've been, except for the bit she wasn't supposed to hear but had.
"…you're going to let this go, you understand me?"
She reread the article that had brought them out here, pretending to not be listening to the argument occurring in the front seat. It was like Dean didn't want to be saved, which was ridiculous considering where he knew he was going.
Dean being the great guy that he was, figured the research and ways out were bullshit most likely. There was a renege clause in his contract and he was afraid if they did find something legit, it would wind up with the deal being revoked and Sam back to dead.
"Tell me about the psychotic killer."
She held the paper over the seat.
"C'mon Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer." Dean sounded slightly amused.
Sighing, Sam took the paper from her, shaking his head when she offered the penlight she had been using to read it. "Thanks for the assist."
"You're welcome." She was just as sarcastic. When he twisted to give her a sullen scowl, she merely smiled sweetly and sank back into the seat. She had read the article a dozen times and could nearly recite it word for word with Sam as he read the first few lines before explaining what had happened. Since she knew her input wouldn't be required as the brothers began talking about the possibility of it being a werewolf.
Remove the heart. She could practically hear Bobby in her head making her recite the knowledge and then following it up with a 'but that's for hunters, I run'.
Jane listened patiently as Dean and Sam recanted all they had found out about the possible werewolf attack. When Dean finally spared her a glance, she smiled at the double take he pulled. She was looking spiffy and she knew it. The black suit had been a bit big for her but she had found a decent, and not seriously expensive, tailor to take in the thrift shop business wear for her. Paired with black pumps and her black hair was secured in a bun. It had been over a year since she had come unexpectedly back into Dean's life, and since then, she hadn't bothered to cut her hair. It was now down to just past her shoulders.
Okay, she had mentioned cutting it once and Dean had politely asked her not too. Lie. He had ordered her not to because he thought long hair was sexy and when she had gone to do it anyway, he had confiscated the scissors. She had discovered something about long hair and herself. She liked having it pulled. Not yanked, but tugged… during moments.
"Now that I have your attention, I agree with you both. Not a werewolf."
"Jane, ignoring the hot for teacher look you have going right now, what the hell would you know? No offense."
"None taken, idjit." She growled, using Bobby's favorite word and folded her arms over her chest. "I was in the coroner's office-"
"I spoke with the doctor, he told me what the report said." Dean interrupted.
"Dean, shut up and let her finish."
"Thank you Sam. Anyway, I went to the coroner's office," She repeated, scowling up at her way too amused looking husband. "And read the report myself, and then the notes. The teeth marks on the organs are human."
"We figured that." Dean was becoming more impatient, less amused. "Sweetheart, I get that you want to play hunter, but this isn't a game."
She was going to slap the piss out of him and might have actually tried if not for Sam stepping in between them, keeping his broad back to Dean and held her eyes. "Keep going."
"Dental records." She grinned when Sam smiled down at her, knowing he would appreciate that. "But only feasible if the guy who did this is in the system."
"Maybe. Do you know how to match them, if he was?"
She nodded. "I also grabbed a copy of the film." She reached into her blazer pocket and procured a small film tube.
Dean had somewhat followed that, not overly happy with being shut out of the conversation. "What? So now this is just a regular human crime?"
"It could be. Cannibalism making a comeback." She peered over Sam's shoulder to grin at her hubby, really pleased to see he wasn't giving her a 'you're a moron' look anymore. She got to give it to him.
"But there are no other cannibal attacks, Janey." He informed her snidely. "Just this one, and if it were a cannibal, don't you think he'd of eaten more?"
"Drugs." Sam said, interrupting before Dean could pick up steam. "Wasn't there something about a rapper eating some guy while on something?"
"PCP, and yeah, that was a few years back." Jane shuddered. She couldn't imagine trying to digest another person, no matter if she was high or not. "I think I may need to throw up."
"Two things, sweetheart."
Jane looked up from Sam's laptop at the sound of Dean's very cheerful, somewhat grating voice. "Yeah, what?"
"First, you were wrong. It's not human, it's supernatural."
She rolled her eyes. "Second?"
"Sammy thinks it's fairytales."
Now that was different. "Fairytales? Like, Sleeping Beauty?"
He nodded. "We're going to hit the library, want to come?"
"Sure. I could do with a trip to the fantasy section."
"Sarcastic little wench…"
"DEAN!"
"DEAN!"
Dean shot out of bed, two panicked, screaming voices more than enough to wake him out of the solid sleep he had been in. It took him a second to realize Jane was not in bed with him and he blinked away the sleep, shoving the covers off of him. Frowning, he glanced towards the door that led into Sam's adjacent room. It was wide open and all of Sam's lights were on.
He clearly remembered falling asleep with Jane in his arms after they had been researching some of the fairytales going on and what may have been causing this weirdo crap to happen. He had been tired as hell. The library had turned up nothing outside of what they already knew, or what Princess Sam could tell them.
And then, on their way out, a little boy had rushed right into Dean, head butting him between the legs. He had made a comment he shouldn't have, okay, it had been a snap, he had been in pain and the apologetic mom had gone from 'sorry' to 'I hope you have kids who are just like you, jerk'. Not all that pleasant.
Sam appeared in the doorway, looking frantic. "Dean, help… come on!" He disappeared again.
"DEAN!" That was Jane, again.
Feeling something akin to fear rising in him, Dean chased after his brother. Panic took hold as he heard low moans coming from Sam's bathroom. "Jane? Sweetheart, what-" He froze as he entered the small room, his mind trying to translate what exactly he was seeing.
Jane was crying. Not the quiet tears he had seen before, but outright wailing. Her pale face was splotchy and red, snot was dripping from her nose, and her hands were clawing at her stomach.
Her very round, very basketball like stomach…
"It ain't mine."
Sam popped him upside the head automatically.
Jane's tears intensified.
A/N: So I twisted the episode (Bedtime Stories, season 3) around a bit.
