A/N: All right, here's the follow-up to the cliffhanger... I would apologize for said cliff-hanger but occasionally, I like to throw them out :) Hans Dumm, for the girl who PM'd me, was indeed a clue and awesome job on figuring it out.
I own nothing, 'cept Jane and even then Dean might argue against that.
Saving Jane
"Grimm's fairy tales, everything that's happened is from a story." Sam said, tearing his eyes away from Jane to look at his pacing brother. "This is another story."
"Yeah Sam, which one?" Dean demanded, throwing Sam an angry look over his shoulder, his pacing only intensifying. "Because I sure as hell don't remember a Disney princess who wound up pregnant out of the blue!"
"Hans Dumm." Jane said flatly, her laptop balanced precariously on her enormously huge belly. She was trying to ignore the fact that she had went to sleep not pregnant and woken up near full term only hours later. She had also started looking up fairy tales, and finally found it. "It's Hans Dumm. A hunchback wished a king's wife to have a child, and she became pregnant." That was definitely not a Disney tale.
"I didn't see a damn hunchback, Jane!"
Sam got a faraway look in his eye. "No… but that mom today, at the library, she did make a wish…" He said in a quiet voice, flinching when whatever was in Jane's womb kicked, causing the laptop to wobble. "Is it… was that…?"
"Yeah, that would be the magical spawn that has infected my uterus." She looked both pained and annoyed. "Sammy, could you move the laptop, please?"
He didn't comment on her slip. He didn't like anyone but Dean calling him Sammy but he was going to make an exception. He just grabbed the laptop and moved it. It was now early AM, the sun would be coming up within an hour, and as soon as daybreak hit, the plan was for him and Dean to go end whatever was going on in this town. He wasn't about to say it out loud, but he had been worrying about the consequences of this fairytale nightmare going on any longer. Would Jane give birth? What would she even be birthing if she did? Fairytales were filled with stories of mothers who had died in labor, would that be her fate if they couldn't save her in time?
"Maybe we should call Bobby to come sit with her."
"Not enough time." Sam tore his gaze from the carpet, eyes flickering back to her stomach. "Can I…?" He hesitantly reached out his hand.
"Sure, why not?" She watched as his trembling hand moved towards her, unable to keep herself from sucking her abdomen and then sighed when he let the full weight of it rest on the last place little Satan Junior had kicked. Apparently Junior didn't like that thought because she was kicked again, this one knocking the wind out of her. "Whatever it is, it's active."
Dean halted in his pacing to watch them, brows drawn together in a frown. "Janey, all the times I imagined you knocked up, it wasn't like this, sweetheart."
"The fact that you imagined it scares me." She smiled at him, her eyes watering. "Aw crap, I'm crying… I'm crying…"
Sam twisted on the bed to grab the box of tissues off the nightstand. "It's hormones." It just slipped out, he grimaced as soon as the words had left his lips, mentally kicking himself in the ass.
Jane was just staring at him like he was an idiot. "Thank you Captain Obvious."
"Well?"
Dean stopped in his tracks, staring at his very, very, very pregnant wife. "What are you wearing?" He asked when he could finally get his mouth to work right. When they had left her at the motel, she had been in just a bra and a pair of sweatpants he had dug out from the bottom of his bag.
"It's a dress Dean…" Jane said flatly, not looking overly happy with him. It was a fricking dress she had found at the thrift store not too far from the library, not about to stay in the damn motel all day. For one, if she went into labor –ha ha ha- she would be alone, not cool. Two, what if something else happened? Like she suddenly turned purple and grew a horn in her forehead? No, no staying solo. She had picked up the very unflattering, maternity, dress and some really wide flats to accommodate her swollen, fat feet. "Find anything about the girl?"
He nodded, still taking her in. His wife was pregnant, and it was not through any natural methods… hell, they had had the 'contraceptive' talk, and he knew for a fact she was using the pill. Which had been great, no more condoms for Dean Winchester because there were no more one night stands with women he didn't know a damn thing about, and Janey was clean and healthy.
Not the time to be thinking about that.
"We found Snow White, and-"He trailed off, moving to grab Jane and pull her out the way before she got plowed by the incoming medics and stretcher.
Jane listened to the EMT and doctor, frowning when Dean asked if that was a bite mark. "Another wolfish attack?"
"Maybe." His eyes followed the grandma train, lips turned downwards. A kick against his palm informed him he had unconsciously placed his hand on her belly when he had moved her, pulling away as if he had been burnt. That was not his bun in her oven, it was something else and he was not okay with that. "What was that last story Dr. Garrison was reading Callie?"
"Little Red Riding Hood…"
Sam heard Jane gasping from the unused bathroom in Callie's room and fought the urge to get up and go check on her, instead focusing on Garrison. "Please, listen to your daughter."
Garrison was still saying no softly.
"You've seen her, you know she's still here. People are getting hurt." Sam was trying to be patient, but from the sounds in the bathroom, it was hard. "More people will be hurt if you don't do this, if you don't listen to your daughter."
"Sam!"
Sam hesitated.
"Sam, Sam! Help me!"
"Please…" Sam whispered, clenching his fists in panic.
"How is she?"
"Asleep." Dean said flatly, closing the bedroom door behind him as he stepped into Sam's room. "Considering she about went into labor in a bathroom today… I think she's earned herself some sleep."
"You were worried about her."
"Yeah Sam, I was. What if it hadn't been human? What if she had died trying to give birth to it?" Dean shook his head, looking disgusted. "She shouldn't be here. It's too damn dangerous."
"Dean-"
"No, I've made up my mind. Jane's going back to Bobby's. I shouldn't have brought her with me… hell, I shouldn't even be married to her. I should let her go home and-"
"Enough Dean!"
Dean shut up mid-rant, staring at Sam.
"You idiot! She's here because she wants to be, not because you "let" her." Sam said, his tone raised in a combination of anger, frustration and scorn. "Jane might let you have your say and boss her around, but when it comes right down to it, she's only doing it because she wants too."
Dean scoffed, shaking his head. "Maybe, but it doesn't matter. She's done."
"I doubt she's going to agree."
"It doesn't matter. If this is the only way to keep her safe, to save her, then I say she's done, she's done."
