Shut Up

Three weeks. A month ago, this had seemed doable. Saving Dean from going to hell, getting back the Colt… there had been hope. Dean had finally admitted what everyone knew. He was scared. Of course, Jane had had to hear this second-hand from Sam, who hadn't really gone into details, he had just told her what he needed to know.

Sam was keeping to himself, more than usual. Bobby was trying every contact he had, rereading every book he had already poured through dozens of times before, they had turned up jack squat. She had even tried using herbs and other 'witchy' means of expanding her meager psychic abilities. Maybe push the knowing into something more useful since it had basically left her to be vamp chow not so long ago.

As the deadline got closer, every night it seemed Dean grew more desperate. He wouldn't talk about it, but she could feel it in the way he held her, his frantic kisses, even their love making had desperate feel to it.

Now it seemed like the clock was audibly ticking down and it was right in their ears, reminding them every moment that time was running out.

Even with the pressing issue of time slipping by too fast, they were still working cases. Dean had flat out said there was no point in not helping others just because they couldn't help him.

That had hurt.


"…turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk."

Jane cocked an eyebrow, turning in her chair in order to eyeball Sam, wondering where he was going with this. They were in Pennsylvania, working a case Sam had dug up for them. Something about a guy dying in 1981 but his prints showing up on another guy's body, dead body. They got here, and it was a kidney theft, which put her to thinking of urban legends. "That's an old, old, old method."

"That's just weird." Dean said from around a mouthful of burger, not about to be left out while his egghead brother and his egghead wife got into one of their conversations that left him bored to tears.

"Sure, nowadays, but way back when, it was common."

Jane nodded her agreement, snitching a fry. "Serious infections, the death rate was insane."

"So to fight off the infections, they used maggots."

"Guys," Dean's hands froze, burger halfway back to his mouth. "Trying to eat here."

Sam ignored him, though a smirk curved the corners of his lips. "It kinda worked though. Maggots only eat the bad tissue, and they'd leave the good tissue."

Jane's eyes were narrowed slightly, trying to see where he was going with this.

"And, get this, when they found our guy, his uh, cavity was-"

"Oh, Sam, really?" Jane pulled a face.

"Stuffed full of maggots." He finished.

Dean dropped the hamburger, pretty sure he was seeing maggots. "Well, now that I'm unable to eat… let me see if I have this. People are getting ganked, right?"

Jane and Sam both nodded. Jane lapsed back into listening mode as they got into their 'thing', suddenly feeling the lovely psychic tickle she hadn't really missed but had been trying to pull forward. She got to hear what they knew of 'Doc Benton' and as Sam explained, the tugging began. Only it wasn't really a tug, because whatever she should know, it was coming from… here. From Sam.

Her gray eyes narrowed.


"You're not staying Jane."

"Yes, I am." She glanced at the clock, ignoring the way Sam's stare was burning a hole in the back of her head. "Go, get Bela, before she disappears again."

"You hate Bela, last time we had a run in with her, you said-"

"I was going to gut the bitch and sell her hair for drug money."

"Yeah, that."

"Well, do it for me. I've got to stay, Dean." She couldn't come outright and say why, not with Sam right behind her. She really hoped her facial expressions and tone of voice was telling him what she couldn't.

Dean stared at her, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "Having issues, sweetheart?" He asked finally, not surprised when she nodded. "Head hurting?" Another nod, and he sighed. "Fine Jane, but call me when you get a minute, got me?"

"I got you."

"Kiss me quick woman, I got to go before that hell bitch bolts again."

So she kissed him.


Sam had already explained the immortality thing to Dean, and by association, her. She knew what he was staying behind for. She didn't know why she felt like she had to stay with him, or why the stupid 'feeling' insisted she did.

"This is dumb."

Sam sighed, glancing over at her. "Shut up, Jane."

"No Sam, you shut up. This guy is harvesting organs, obviously immortality isn't working out for him. What makes you think it'll work out with Dean?"

"Jane, I've got to try."

"So, we're going to what? Steal a kidney whenever he needs a new one?"

He stopped walking, turning to glare down at her. "Why are you even here, Jane? Shouldn't you be with your husband?"

"I'm here to help you, idiot."

"No, you're not. If you were, you'd help me save Dean."

"I want to save Dean as much as you do, but-"

"Obviously not, because if you loved him you'd do whatever it took."

"Sam, I do love him, but that doesn't mean I'm going to turn him into a monster, some kind of freak and why the hell are you smiling? We're arguing, you shouldn't be-" She stopped, frowned, and smacked herself in the forehead with the heel of her hand. "You suck, Sam Winchester."

"Jane, help me or don't. It's up to you, but I have to at least… try."

She groaned, kneading at her temples with her fingers. "Fine Sam, but I'm still not okay with this."

"Neither am I."


Well now she knew why she was still here. Because Sam had gone and gotten his big ox self caught. The idea of going back to that cabin scared the piss out of her, but the migraine was forcing her to take each step towards it.

She had to stop and puke when she was mere feet away, trying not to envision that woman's arm missing a neat patch of skin. She hadn't been in the room when Sam had been taken. He had been so eager to review that damn journal… she had taken the woman to the hospital and let him go play weird science.

She had come back to a slightly disturbed room, no sign of Sam, and the phone going off the hook. She had answered it, Dean was frantic, Sam had disappeared in the middle of a call and he had forbidden her to go anywhere until he arrived.

She had come anyway.


Hitting the wall had not felt good and Jane had a new appreciation for all the bumps and bruises Sam and Dean accumulated. Her gun was no longer in her hand, she had dropped it when she fell, and she could only watch as Doc Benton approached her. The moment he moved down towards her, she was plunging a knife Dean had given her into his chest.

"A knife?" He laughed, pulling away from her. "What part of immortality, young lady, did you not understand?"

Her nose wrinkled at his breath. Immortality did not mean you couldn't pop a Tic Tac every now and again. She was definitely counting this against the whole 'make Dean immortal' plan.

"Pity about the heart though… it was a brand new one."

Her hand fumbled in her coat pocket for a second before she pulled out and held up the bottle of chloroform she had found upstairs. "Good. Then it should be pumping this right through your body."

He dropped and all she could do was sit there, only inches away from him.

"Jane?"

She glanced towards the table Sam was strapped down on, feeling her migraine receding. "Yeah, Sam?"

"Think you could untie me?"

She pushed herself off the floor with a sigh. When she got a good look at him, she winced. "That must be uncomfortable."

"It is, I can't blink."

"I should leave you like this, you know. For being an idiot."

"Jane… could we argue about that after I'm off the table?"

Huffing, she began unstrapping him. "Considering you won't listen to me, I should insist we have this conversation while you're unable to run off… but no, here I am, being an idjit. What is it with you Winchesters?"

"Animal magnetism." He deadpanned the moment he was up, moving as quickly as he could off the table, blinking like crazy.

"Ha ha, shut up. Now," She turned to look down at the doc. "What about him?"