A/N: Sorry for this showing up twice. After I posted it, I had a think and realized I wasn't happy with it. So I made some changes, and then added more. Also, the episode this chapter follows -I changed some of the events or how they occurred, and removed a crucial scene from the actual Ep. I'll pop it back in later. As usual, I own nothing save Jane.


Careful With Your Wishes

"Think this works?"

"Got a better explanation for teddy back there?"

Jane was still having a hard time trying to explain that one. Out of everything she had ever seen, and in the past few years, she had seen a lot, that giant living, walking and talking teddy bear was the most strange. In some very weird way, it was also the most terrifying. The kid had wished her teddy bear to come alive and the damn thing had, with some serious manic depressive tendencies. "Mass hallucinations?" She offered weakly.

"I'm going to make wish." Dean announced, fishing around in his pocket for change, smirking when Jane eyeballed the handful he pulled out. "Want a penny?"

"Want me to kill you?" She still remembered their first 'date'. He had paid a waitress in pennies for their pie… that ranked up in the top ten most embarrassing moments of her life. Still. "Don't be an idiot."

"It's just a wishing fountain, Jane. It's a myth." He kept out a single penny, returning what was left back to the pocket. "Don't be such a woman."

Sam scoffed, wondering how Dean still had his bits and bobs left. "Dude, one of these days, she's going to attack and I'm going to film it."

"Sell it and we can split the profits." Jane growled, eyes still fastened on the penny. Her Knowing was kicking in, and it was all aimed inward, something bad was coming. "Dean, just… let's go on the assumption that the thing works, okay?"

"But we have to know for sure." He sounded so reasonable, save for the spark of mischief in his eyes.

"Dean…"

"Dean, just listen to her." Sam smirked slightly. "You know what the little woman is like when she gets pissy."

Jane didn't bother taking offense to that, busy watching the annoyance flickering over her husband's face.

I wish he knew what it was like to be married. Smug bastard wouldn't find it so funny all the time. He thought, tossing the coin. He didn't mind being married, but he hated the jokes. Those were worse than anything he could ever think up.

He regretted that sudden thought the very next second. "No, no!" He groaned when Sam and Jane began giving each other smiles, she was giving Sam the smile she usually reserved for him. Not cool. "I wasn't serious!"

"Serious about Dean?" Jane asked, linking her arm through Sam's and smiling when he bent down to drop a kiss on her head. "The wishing well? Did your wish work?" She shook her head with an exasperated sigh. "We both told you not too."

"Oh no," He said dryly, preparing to toss another coin. "It worked."

Sam reached out and swiped the coin from him. "Dean, I wouldn't. I mean, it seems great that these wishes are coming true-"

"No, not really." Dean was going to punch his brother, feeling his face flushing red.

"But there's a price tag. We should investigate before we do anything else."

"No, I need-"

"Gentlemen, and miss-" A waiter appeared. "We are glad you enjoy our fountain, but-" He motioned behind them. "You're blocking some people. Could I show you to a table?"

"Sammy?"

Dean did not like the sweet way she said that and clenched his fists. "I don't-"

"Yes, please." Sam interrupted. "Hungry Dean?"

"No, and we really need to talk about my wish." His teeth were gritted as he took stock of their surroundings. He couldn't just outright punch Sam, he had to throw a damn coin and fix this mess. He was never making another wish again, ever.

"Over lunch."

"No, now. Jane is my wife."

Jane and Sam both stared at him like he had lost his mind, unsure smiles on both their faces.

"I wished that you could be married Sam, it wasn't a real wish, it was a damn passing thought! And obviously, the wishes go sour because you got my wife!"

"Dean, that's not funny." Jane said quietly, searching his face intently. "I know you don't approve of Sam and I, but Jesus…"

"What?"

"Just drop it Dean, all right."

None of them had moved from the fountain.

Dean ran his hand down along his face, closing his eyes tightly. He was such a jackass. He had to reverse the wish, before he hurt one of them. He was snapped from his thoughts of now wishing Sam an extra asshole by Jane going "that isn't a penny."

He looked out from between fingers to see both her and Sam had turned their backs on him and were peering down into the fountain.

"That is… old." Sam bent down, reaching into the fountain and frowned when he couldn't pull the coin out. "It's stuck."

"Lift with your legs."

"Jane, seriously? You just want to ogle my butt." Sam shot her an affectionate glance over his shoulder as he tried again.

"Maybe." She stepped up to the fountain, bending over to give it a go, unaware of the struggle Dean was going through behind them. "It won't come out."

"Well, it's not like anything I've seen before." Sam backed away from the fountain and turned towards Dean. "I think we should uh, get some 'tools'." He didn't know it, but he was pretty lucky to have backed away when he did because Dean had stepped forward, ready to shove Sam right through the wall.

"Crowbar." Dean volunteered instantly, for reasons very different from Sam's. He had a penny in his hand, ready to throw it and wish away this butt ogling and loving looks. The only butt Jane should be ogling was his. Before he could throw it, Sam was procuring one of his many falsified badges and was flashing it at the waiter, rattling off some bogus health code violations and making other demands.

Dean felt himself being tugged backwards and looked down. "Jane?"

"I'm worried about you." She said softly. "You've been acting really weird since… coming back, Dean. And now this… with the wishing thing? What's going on with you?"

"Jane, trust me on this, you and Sam are not really married. I made a stupid wish… I swear." He could see from the pity in her eyes that she didn't believe him and thought he was crazy. "Jane…"

Jane held up a hand when he actually tried to kiss her, looking alarmed as his lips collided with her palm. "Don't you ever try something like that again, Winchester." She ordered in a low voice, not wanting to alert Sam. "You can cat around all you want, but not with me, got it?"

It was almost like visiting Hell all over again.


"Find anything?"

Dean wasn't exactly sure how a passing thought wish had changed his world so damn much, but it had. Sam was more confident, and he was clearly used to taking lead in cases, Jane right alongside him. If this was a glimpse at how things could have turned out, Dean did not like it.

They had drained the fountain, and used some wickedly awesome tools to try prying the coin out, but no dice. It wasn't moving. So while Sam and Jane had gone off to check into some of the other weird happenings, he had been assigned research.

"Yeah, but the wishes turn bad, Sam." Like his wish for example, it had gone completely south. "It's Babylonian, and from what I could find, it's cursed. The wishes turn sour."

"So if you ask for a talking teddy bear…"

"You get a bi-polar nut job. And if you ask for your brother to know what it is to be married, he gets your wife."

"Not this again." Jane groaned, shaking her head. "Dean, enough."

"Janey, sweetheart-" He took her by the shoulders, pulling her into him. "You-

"You don't get to call me that!" She wasn't amused anymore, this little stunt of his was beginning to royally piss her off, and she shoved at his chest. "Sam, check your brother!"

Dean let her go when he felt her actually trying to knee him in the junk.

She stormed out of the motel room.

Sam sighed, staring intently at Dean, anger showing in his eyes. "Dean, keep your hands off her. I don't know what your damage is but you better deal with it."

"I love her, how the-" Dean didn't even have time to blink when a fist came flying at him, though he had plenty of time to feel it as he reeled back, a hand moving to his mouth. "Son of a bitch!"

"Enough Dean!" Sam was angry now and his voice had gone from its usually calm and quiet tone to something rougher and definitely pissed. "Just stop it!"

Dean used his thumb to trace away the blood that trickled from his lip, staring at Sam through hooded eyes. "If you touch her, Sam, I'll-"

"She's my wife, Dean." Sam growled, advancing to deliver another punch. "I'm sorry you don't approve but you have no say and you sure as hell aren't going to say she's yours."

Dean ducked the next swing and delivered a jab of his own. "It's a wish, Sam! A wish!" He had tried to reverse it, but nothing had happened. Bad wishes indeed. "And as soon as we figure out a way to break that curse, I'm going to beat your ass for real!"

"Enough! Both of you!" That was Jane shrieking at them, and she sounded horrified. "Sam! Dean!"

The brothers backed off when she wiggled in between them, neither about to nail her with one of their wild punches, both breathing heavily as they glared at each other over her head.

"Just… until we get this thing figured out," Dean said raggedly, licking away the fresh blood. "Don't do anything, okay?" The very idea of Sam and Jane… in that sense, he had to close his eyes and pray that his brain could be bleached clean, his eyes suddenly feeling very hot and dry. "Please?" Everything was made worse by his voice cracking. His wife and his brother…

It took Jane a moment to understand what 'anything' meant and she could only gawk. When she went to give Dean yet another piece of her mind, Sam placed his hand on her shoulder and nodded. "Fine." She said curtly. "But when this is over Winchester, you're going to have to get some damn help."


Dean had never worked a case harder in his life… his brother and Jane both thought he was crazy, and between them being 'married' and the memories of Hell, he was pretty sure he was on the fast track there.

They were on the path to fixing it, at least the wish part of it, and he felt his gut churning as he glanced in the rearview mirror at Wes and Jane. Jane wouldn't meet his eyes in the mirror and he swallowed hard, knowing she was still pissed with him. It would pass once this mess was sorted. Sam was pissed with him as well, and they had barely spoken to each other since the motel room incident, but that would be mended too.

"Crap." He came to a halt, watching as a little kid who had been bullied the other day chased the bullies, who looked like they had wet themselves.

"What the…" Sam leaned forward, his eyes widening when the kids climbed into an SUV.

"Hell…" Jane finished, her and Wes gawking as the midget flipped the SUV. "That's not good…"

Wes swallowed hard.

"I'll handle it. Just get him to the wishing well." Sam ordered, opening his door. He hesitated, looking at Dean and then to Jane. When she nodded, he did too, flashing a tight smile. "Meet you inside."


"That… that kid flipped that car like it was… was nothing." Wes said, swallowing hard, a lot, as he, Dean and Jane stood outside of Lucky Chin's.

"You should have seen the teddy bear." Dean said dryly. "Now let's go, fun is over. I want my life back."

"Why can't we just get what we want?"

"Because Wes," Jane said quietly, ignoring the heated gaze from her brother-in-law. "Life doesn't work that way."

"The hell if it- Jane!" While Wes jumped back, Dean rushed forward, catching her before she hit the ground. Lightening had come out of nowhere and struck her. "Janey, baby…" He whispered, lowering her to the ground, trying hard to ignore the smell of something singed coming off of her. "Jane?"

Wes disappeared inside when the other man's shoulders began shaking violently.

"Jane, please…" Dean could remember the handful of times he had ever cried, and this one ranked up there with the worst of those memories. "Jane…" He kept checking for her pulse, each time, nothing. "Jane… please, you can be married to Sam, I don't care… Just wake up, please."

He sat there on the sidewalk, cradling her in his lap, and buried his face in her hair, not caring if anyone seen him crying. "Please, Jane, please…"