A/N: So, because my friend wouldn't stop asking "Where's Cas?" and then demanded he be given some chapter space... here's Cas. First time attempting to write him so... be gentle. Also, this chapter is slightly AU.
Jane, Meet Castiel
"I do not understand your purpose here."
Jane nearly jumped right out of her skin at the sudden voice right behind her. She had been left behind as the boys went to Pennsylvania for a vampire case while she stayed home with Bobby to do some research on the impending Apocalypse. That, and Dean had flat out told her that he needed some space to think and get rid of the remaining anger. He was still mad at her, and Sam, but while he was okay with taking his anger out on his brother, he wasn't about to do it to her again.
While she appreciated the thought, she wasn't keen on basically being grounded.
"Who the hell are-" The words died on Jane's lips as she turned, taking in the rather unimposing man standing before her. He looked like a scruffy businessman, with the bluest eyes she had ever seen and she swallowed hard. Unimposing had been the initial impression but there was something about him that was… she couldn't explain it. "You?" She finished weakly.
"I am Castiel." He said in a rough, monotone, still staring at her with those piercing eyes. "I know Dean has mentioned me."
"Once or twice." She swallowed hard, feeling like she needed to sit down. She had already told Dean she was a believer, which was true. She had grown up in a small town in Texas, it was ingrained in her upbringing to –at the very least- believe in God and the Devil, Heaven and Hell. But angels… that was a whole new ballgame. Especially one right in front of her. "You're an angel?"
He nodded, simply rotating in his place to follow her movements. "I do not understand what role you have to play." His head tilted to the side for a moment as he considered her. "Why are you here, Jane Eleanor Clemens?"
Nobody had used her full, legal, name in quite some time and Jane felt an intense dislike at 'Eleanor', even if it did come from an angel's lips. "I'm trying to help Dean." Which, she was, now that she done hurting him.
"You hurt Dean."
"Are you a mind reader?"
"I'm an angel of the Lord."
"…what time you get off?"
"Ha ha, funny."
Dean watched with a slight pout as the 'bar wench' sauntered away, wondering if that extra swing in her hips was for his benefit. "Dude, it is time to right some wrongs." He announced, sitting upright at the table and grinning over at Sam. He loved Oktoberfest. He would have loved sharing it with his wife, but she… she was on lockdown –not that he had worded it that way.
"You're married." Sam said flatly, looking really, really annoyed. "Remember Casey and how that turned out?"
Dean blinked, frowning. "Uh, no?"
"Demon bartender?"
"Oh yeah, Jane was pissed. She has a jealous streak, don't she?" He was grinning again, obviously happy that his wife got jealous. Then the grin was gone again. "She lied to me, Sammy."
"Dean…"
"Yeah, whatever." Dean snorted, and then turned his gaze back over the bar. "But I wasn't kidding, it is time to right these wrongs."
"What are you talking about?"
"Look at me man, I came back from the basement without any of my old scars, right? No knife cuts, bullet wounds, no weirdly shaped appendages from poor settings after broken bones… I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom." He took a deep breath. "Which leads me to conclude, sadly, that my virginity is intact."
Sam nearly choked on his drink. "What? You… Jane? What?"
"No, no me and Jane since I was dragged off." Dean admitted reluctantly. "It's… we cuddle, okay?" He was defensive for a moment before shaking it off. "That's it. But back to my problem, I've been re-hymenated."
"Re-"
Dean nodded.
"Oh my God, Dean, really? Angels can pull you out, sure. Maybe fix you up, but that? I don't think it works that way."
"Brother, I have been re-hymenated and that cannot stand."
"Fine, do what you want." Sam was laughing now. "I'm going back to the hotel to sleep, maybe give your wife a call."
"That's just low, Sam."
"Dean has Sam and Bobby Singer for research purposes."
Castiel had shown up two more times since the first incident in her bedroom. The second had been while she was in the shower and he had disappeared right quick when she began screaming at him. The third, or second since the bedroom, had been while she was in the kitchen making coffee.
This time, she was outside stringing up laundry on the line she had made Bobby put up since his dryer had gone on the fritz and he had yet to fix it. "Damn it, Castiel!" She dropped the wicker basket that had been on her hip, filled with sun and wind dried laundry, now all scattered on the ground. "Can't you announce yourself?"
"By speaking, I did." He watched as she bent down and began picking the clothing back up. "You are not needed for research. Is your purpose menial labor?"
"You know I'm psychic."
"You do not use your ability to its fullest therefore it has no relevance."
"I use it when I'm hunting."
"You are picking up…" He stopped, looking at the panties in her fist. "What are those?"
Jane stuffed them under Dean's boxer-briefs. "Nothing. Look, I don't understand why you keep asking me my purpose. I try to help Dean when I can, and Sam, when he's not being a jackass. In the overall scheme of things, I doubt I'm anything significant. I'm just Jane."
"You are Dean's wife."
"We've been over that Castiel."
"But you are not with him."
"We're having issues right now…" She flushed, feeling guilty all over again. "You already know, he told you, I told you, why are we doing this again?"
"I am trying to understand if you will play a role in what's to come."
"And just what is to come?"
"Hard times."
"That was vaguely… vague. The Apocalypse, we know, and we're working on it, but you're not making it any easier. You're an angel, but you're asking Dean to be prepared, be prepared for what?"
"I have to go, Jane Winchester."
"My name is-"
He was already gone.
"Jane, before Sam says anything, I think you should know about a girl I met." Dean knew that was not the best way of beginning a conversation and mentally slapped himself. "Nothing happened; we just… flirted a bit. I didn't want him saying something to you and it getting blown out of proportion."
"Jamie's a waitress, isn't she?"
He laughed at the jealous note in her tone. "Bartender."
"Like Casey."
"What is it with you guys bringing up Casey?"
"Sam mentioned her, did he? Give him a kiss for me, will you?" She sounded smug now.
"Whatever. Look, I flirted with her, she flirted with me, nothing came of it besides us saving her bacon from a shapeshifter. That was it."
She breathed heavily into the phone. "Okay."
"Okay? We're good?"
"We're good. Can I come back yet?"
"Oh… I see how this is… this is a shake-down?"
"Was she pretty?"
"You're playing dirty Jane."
"Dean…"
He was smiling, not that she could see it, but he was. He realized he felt a little lighter than he had only an hour ago, like things between them could be all right again. "Yeah, you can come join us."
"Awesome- Castiel?"
"Castiel?"
"Jane, I have another question for-"
"Is he there? Right now? In our bedroom? At… midnight?"
Jane sounded more annoyed than amused. "I'll call you back."
Dean stared at the cell in his hand, listening to the annoying sound that indicated she had hung up on him and slowly looked towards Sam, who had just emerged from the bathroom.
"Everything okay? You two make up?" Sam asked, a bit concerned at the look on Dean's face. It had sounded like things were going okay before he had excused himself.
"Cas is there."
"Castiel? Your angel?"
"Yes, my angel is with my wife, in my bedroom."
Sam struggled with keeping his expression neutral. "You know the story of Mary and Joseph, and baby Jesus?"
"Yeah, who doesn't?" Dean threw his cell onto the bed irritably, not seeing the point in this. "Jesus, son of the Virgin Mary and- What's the point, Sam?"
"No point, I was just curious. So," His voice was innocent, his eyes lit up with humor. "You know about how one version it was the Holy Spirit who got her pregnant and in others it was an angel who did the deed?"
Dean's face going red was worth the punch.
