Telling Lies

Jane stared at the contents of the fat manila envelope Dean had given her, her forehead creased in a frown. "I don't want this."

"Tough." He perched on the edge of their bed, pushing the various papers towards her. "I want you to be taken care of, Jane. All this… it'll keep you for a while. Long enough for you to drop off the radar."

She shook her head, snorting slightly at that. "Seriously Dean? You're about to die and you're worried about me dropping off the radar?"

He stared at her for a long moment. "There's nothing to be done about it Jane, time's almost up. But that doesn't mean you have to stay in this life. If I'm gone, who's going to come after you? You can go back to Texas, or wherever. Start over and forget about all this, about them, and about us."

"So… let me see if I have this straight? You want me to move out, forget about Bobby and Sam, and pretend we were never married?"

"Sounds about right."

"How is this so easy for you?"

His demeanor went from calm and collected to something else entirely and Dean could feel the fragile wall he had been keeping in place crumbling. "Don't." He growled. "Don't say that." He swiped the papers off the bed and crawled over to her. "You have no idea how hard this is for me, Jane." He was pushing her down onto the mattress, moving to straddle her. "I wish… I wish things could be different."

"There's still time." She whispered, cupping his face in her hands when he bent down. "Dean, there's time still, we can-"

He shook his head no. "Tell me a lie, Jane. Make it something sweet."

she hesitated a moment. "I don't love you."


"What's he doing in there?"

Jane shrugged, assisting in the last minute check to ensure they had everything they would need for this insanely desperate plan that had been scraped together. "Probably telling Bobby to get me the hell out of dodge before or after this goes down."

"I'm betting before."

She straightened and shut the trunk, slipping her nine into its holster. "Not likely. If this is going to happen, then I'm going."

He stared down at her, shifting from one foot to the other uncomfortably. "And what happens afterwards?"

She shrugged again. "Haven't thought that far. Is everything numb for you Sam? I feel numb."

"Surreal."

"That too." She glanced towards the cabin and then back up at him, feeling a crick in her neck and stepped back, that was a bit better. "He going to leave Ruby there while we're away?" The look Sam gave her was priceless and she actually smiled. "Didn't think I knew about her, huh?"

"Dean tell you?" Sam huffed at her nod and turned, walking a few paces away from her. "Are you going to tell me how much of an idiot I am too?"

"Nope." She walked up to stand beside him. "You already know I think you're an idiot Sam, a smart idiot, but an idiot all the same." She worried her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment. "He's going to die, Sam, isn't he?"

Sam whirled so fast, Jane startled, and then shrieked when his giant hands were on her, gripping her shoulders so tightly she knew there would be bruises. His face was in hers, their noses pressing together and she felt a thrill of fear coursing through her.

"Do. Not. Say. That." He snarled through gritted teeth, eyes wild.

Jane felt her teeth rattle when he shook her. "Sammy!"

He realized what he was doing and let go of her, fisting his hands in his hair. "Jane, I-"

"I'm sorry." She apologized, reaching up to pry his fingers from his head before he ripped out his shaggy locks. "I shouldn't have said it. I'm just… I'm scared. I'm sorry." For a moment, it looked like he might cry. Nothing really changed about his face, but it was his eyes. They were wide, scared and sad. Then he blinked and it was gone. He looked determined again.

"Lie to me, Jane."

"Everything will be all right."

"Janey, stop macking on my brother and go tell Bobby to get his ass in gear."

They both turned to find Dean strolling towards them, his game face on.

"Sam is the better looking one." She shot back dead pan.

Sam blinked, wondering where the conversation had just turned and how it had even gone from that to this.

"Woman, you stopped being funny." Dean came to a halt in front of her, glancing at his brother before dropping a kiss on the top of her head. "Go see to Bobby."

Nodding, Jane headed inside, giving them their moment alone.

Dean waited until she was inside before squaring his shoulders. "Let's go."


"Bobby, they're getting in the car…" Jane was not amused as she watched the brothers get into the Impala, oh so obviously about to take off and just leave them behind.

"They ain't going anywhere." Bobby grunted, shrugging his arms into his coat. "Sure I can't talk you into staying, girl?"

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Because this is most likely a one way trip, idjit."

"I love you too Bobby." She turned to smile at him, pleased to see him look flustered.

"Yeah… well, okay." He cleared his throat. "I think we're done playing with our feelings. Let's go."


"It won't start."

A sharp rap on the glass startled both Sam and Dean, and they looked out the window to find a grim Bobby staring holes through them. Jane stood a few feet behind him, shaking her head.

"Just where the hell do you think you're going?" He held up his other hand, displaying the cap he held.

After a moment, Dean and Sam got out of the Impala.

"You're an ass, Dean Winchester!" Jane had sidestepped Bobby and tossed herself at him, slapping him three times in quick succession before kissing him.

When she finally pulled away, Dean cleared his throat and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, knowing nothing he said was going to keep her here. "So, uh, we got the knife." He said, feeling the urge to squirm under the look Bobby was giving him. The side of his face was also a little rosy and warm.

"You intended on using it without me." Bobby wasn't happy. He had expected this from them, obviously, or else the car would have started. Expected but still upset. "Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?"

"Bobby, this is about me… and Sam. This isn't your fight." He glanced down at Jane. "Or yours."

Bobby looked even more upset if that were possible.

Jane punched him.