A/N: I really didn't want to write this chapter. It felt awkward, and then depressing, but here it is. I own nothing but Jane, and I borrowed lines from the episode (No Rest For The Wicked) as well as mutilated them, a lot-ish.

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Dying Time

"So, do I look creepy to you? Are there maggots coming out of my mouth? What about my eyes? Are they black?"

Dean met Jane's eyes in the rear view mirror, his brow furrowed. It was no secret now that he was seeing things, having hallucinations. Bobby had called him out on it back at the cabin during their little 'tiff', the same 'tiff' where his lovely, demon eyed wife had jacked him in the jaw.

"I can pull over and toss your ass in the trunk, sweetheart." He informed her, though he made no move to slow down at all. They didn't have time to slow down. They were rushing towards their deaths, his in particular. Hell, maybe he should have stopped the car and tossed her out onto the road. Hitch hiking was safer at this point.

"Try me." She shot back, sounding more lighthearted then she felt. Though the teasing ended there and Jane sank back into the now familiar backseat of the Impala. She felt Bobby's hand on her knee for a brief moment and glanced out the window, knowing this was harder on him then it was on her.

Unless they somehow managed to pull a miracle out of someone's ass, this wasn't going to end well and she would probably see Dean die. Providing she didn't get brutally murdered first.

That might be preferable.


"Are we being pulled over?"

Jane rolled her eyes and twisted to look out the back window, wondering if Sam were serious. "Nope. This is a courtesy reminder that we're in a hurry."

He glared at her. "Sarcasm, Jane, really?"

"Sorry Captain Obvious, I'll try to control myself." She tried to sit quietly, patiently, as the officer approached and only half listened to Dean when he began speaking. Her attention was fully diverted from her morbid thoughts when Dean was suddenly out of the car.

"Dean?!" Sam was moving pretty fast now too.

She heard Bobby cuss and get out of the car as well. Sighing, Jane slid after him, not about to get out on her side and walk into the middle of a brawl. She poked her head over the roof in time to see Dean murder the cop. Panic was replaced by relief when there was the telltale crackling and orange. Demon cop. She stifled a giggle.

"How'd you know?" Sam asked in a near pant, eyes wide.

"I don't know, I just did." Dean was staring at Bobby, his own eyes larger than normal. "I could see its real face, the one under that."

Bobby didn't say a word.

It wasn't until they were coming back from cleaning up the 'mess' that the silence was broken, by Sam. "You're seeing demons now?"

Dean shook his head, clearly perturbed by his new and probably very short lived ability. "I've been seeing all kinds of things lately but nothing like this."

"It's not all that crazy."

"Bobby, how's it not crazy?"

"You're piercing the veil, Dean. Seeing the B side."

"In English?"

Jane had seen the answer in Bobby's matter-of-fact tone, wondering why Dean hadn't, considering he was the closest to the situation. "Your hell's bitch, almost." She amended, flushing at the dark look she was given. "So you're seeing-"

"Hell's other bitches." Sam finished, clearing his throat when it was his turn to get the look.

"Gee, thanks."


"Stay behind."

"Dean, are you really going to do this now?" Jane sounded exasperated as she turned to face him, reaching out to run her hand along the side of his face. She wondered if this was the last time she was going to be able to touch him like this and swallowed down the lump in her throat. "Don't ask me to stay behind." She whispered, blinking her lashes, fighting back the moisture in her eyes. "I'm coming with you. I'm not leaving you, Dean."

He could only stare at her, his hard expression fading into grief, and regret. "Goddamn it, Jane." He whispered roughly, pulling her against him and kissed her before resting his cheek to her forehead. "You have to let me go, sweetheart."

"No, Dean, I lo-"

He kissed her again, hard, forcing her to swallow her words. She couldn't say it. Not now. He was resolved. He was ready to do this. He was prepared to die as much as he could be. If she said those words, those three little words, everything would break. His resolve would shatter.


There was blood in her ear. Well, technically, in the shell of it, so outside of her head, barely. If not for the fact that she was certain she was breathing her last bit of air, Jane would have held her head and begged for someone to knock her unconscious. It felt like someone had split her skull with an ax but never bothered removing the ax. The minute they had cross the invisible boundary that marked the town, her Knowing had kicked in and with a vengeance.

So had her paranoia about shadows. Both the paranoia and the Knowing were telling her that this was not a place she should be. Both were telling her that there were things all around her that would love to rip her meat suit apart.

Lilith had skipped out of the little girl's body and they –and by they she meant, herself, Sam, Dean, and Ruby all of things- were in the house with some terrified people, the hounds of hell approaching, and Lilith about somewhere.

"Yes, you are!"

Jane's fingertips froze at her ear, having been trying to follow the conversation but it was so hard with the pain in her head and the tears in her eyes. Tears from the throbbing agony and because they had failed.

Dean was going to die.

"Yes, you are." He was very calm, and she realized he was telling Sam it was over.

Her heart lurched, clenched, and then momentarily stopped. She listened to him talking to Sam, sounding so damn calm, and the tears spilled down her cheeks. She managed a watery smile when he looked at her.

He returned it, resignation in his eyes. He took a step towards her but froze suddenly.

The clock sounding startled them all and Jane chanced looking at Sam, who was openly crying. She took a step towards Dean, hesitating when she realized he was looking at something they couldn't see. "Dean?"

"Hellhound." He breathed.

They ran for it.


"Stop it!"

"Dean!"

"Stop!" Sam both ordered and pleaded, watching as Dean was shredded and Jane –who had tried, stupidly, to save her husband- had gotten her leg ripped open for her efforts went sprawling backwards.

"STOP IT!" He wanted to move to his brother, willing himself to move away from the wall, but his legs wouldn't cooperate.

"Dean!" Jane was trying to crawl back towards the occurring mutilation, leaving a trail of blood in her slow wake. "Sam, help me!"

He couldn't move.


Jane was fazed by the white light that had caused her eyes to automatically close themselves for protection, but it seemed that it was over. Everything was over. She had no idea what had just happened, she had been so focused on getting to Dean. On trying to stop the unpreventable.

He was laying there, blood everywhere, his body ripped and sliced by that damn creature… he was dead.

"Dean, please…" She whispered, her own wound beginning to make itself known as she pulled herself up into a sitting position, reaching for him. "Damn you Winchester…" Her voice broke and she could taste salt, her lips wet.

She didn't notice when Sam joined her, though when he pulled Dean from her and up against him, she moved automatically, ignoring the blood that was all over her. She could hear and feel Sam crying, if her heart hadn't already been broken it would have shattered then.

Dean was dead.