The Girl's Not Jaded

"Brian, c'mon man, one chance…" Sam slurred. "One chance to win it back."

"It's your cash."

This was just mean. Jane shook her head as she walked up behind Sam, peering around him at Brian. She didn't know Brian by anything but his name. "Excuse me?" She flashed him a sweet smile when he took her in. She was looking pretty spiffy if she did say so herself. Denim skirt over black leggings that tucked into her new –read: gently used, thrift shop- pair of brown ruched boots that were only slightly scuffed. Add in an emerald green sweater, a bit of make-up, and her hair being done… it had been great, seeing Dean's jaw drop. "My brother," She placed a hand on Sam's arm. "Is a little sauced to be making bets."

"He insisted, sweet cheeks."

Jane was going to stab this guy through the eye socket with his own pool stick, the smile never faltering. "Yeah, but you've already taken what, two bills, off of him?"

"Butt out, Jane." Sam shrugged her away, irritated. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not fine!" She glowered up at him. "You're drunk!"

Sam was ignoring her, his glassy eyes fastened on Brian. "Five hundred man, let's make it five hundred."

"Five hundred?" She echoed, her own grey orbs widening. "Sam-"

"Sure." Brian was already spending the money he had oh so easily taken off this moose.

"Sammy!" Jane squealed when he plunked five bills down on the table. "No, you-" She sighed when he nudged her out of the way.

"Sugar, you might as get over it now." Brian winked at her. "Afterwards, how bout I buy you a drink?"

She rolled her eyes, huffing and folded her arms over her chest.

"You break." He ordered, smirking at her brother for a brief moment before glancing back at her.

She had settled herself on a stool, one leg crossed over the other, ignoring him as she tried murdering Sam with her stare.

Brian shook his head. Poor girl. He'd have to make her feel better later.


From a table not too far off, Dean was inwardly smiling. When Sam glanced at him, he just barely raised his bottle, toasting his brother's acting. It had definitely improved over these past few years. It helped that Jane was finally 'helping out' in the hustling department, and as long as he was there to witness and step in if needed, he didn't overly mind it when she laid on the charm.

It had only been a few days since the incident at the motel, and Jane still sounded a bit raspy when she spoke. It had been the second day that he had gotten seriously worried, she hadn't been able to speak at all and she made a funny whistling noise when she breathed. He had stayed up that entire night watching her sleep, just in case. The swelling had gone down and the bruise was fading into some ugly shades that made him cringe whenever he looked at them, it was his own personal guilt billboard. She had taken to wearing shirts with high collars, or things she called 'cowls', to hide the damage.

He was pulled from his thoughts when Sam suddenly dropped his pool stick, leaning forward in his seat as he tried to hear what was going on.


"Keep the money? Sam, are you-" Jane could not believe what he had just done. Five hundred dollars down the toilet and for what? She followed him away from the pool table, catching Dean rising from his table from the corner of her eye. Then she seen the reason and frowned, folding her arms over her chest.

"You got a lot of nerve showing up here." Dean spat, coming to a stop beside her.

Ruby sneered at him, her eyes raking over Jane before smirking. "I just came to drop a little info, then I'm gone. Nice look by the way, Jane, bar hooker with a side of battered wife?"

Jane balled her fist, stepping forward to actually swing. She was stopped by Sam, feeling more then a little unsettled when Ruby's eyes blinked pure black for a brief moment.

"What is it?" Sam asked, sounding much calmer than the rest of them.

"I'm hearing whispers."

Dean snorted, wrapping an arm around his wife's shoulders and drawing her into him. He could feel her trembling, knowing it was from anger. "Demon whispers… now that's reliable." He felt a small smidge of satisfaction at the look she gave him before she gave the 'little info', wondering if she was for real.

"Maybe we should check it out." Sam said after a moment, mulling the info over in his head.

As much as she hated to admit it, if what Ruby was saying was on the up, then they probably should. Jane felt bad for this Milton girl, especially if the orders were to take her alive. That meant she was valuable, and that wasn't good if she was brought in on the wrong side.

Dean, however, wasn't thinking along them lines apparently because he responded with: "Sounds interesting but we're already working some leads, thanks."

"We are?" Jane asked without thinking.

He groaned, dropping his head to rest on hers and closed his eyes. "Janey, sweetheart…"

"Sorry…"


So the chick was real. Her parents were dead. She had escaped a mental hospital and gone to hide in a church. She also heard angels talking. Jane was always surprised that she could still be surprised. But it was also reassuring to know that she wasn't jaded.

And now they had Ruby here warning them that some new level of badass demon was coming.

And a statue was bleeding from its eyes.

Jane felt ready to call it a day.

Right after that thought, she doubled over, feeling like she had just got punched in the gut.

"Jane?" Dean was facing the stairs, Ruby's knife in his hand, though he was staring at her.

She shook her head, which made it throb in agony. "Don't fight it." She wheezed, her usually gentle, tender, only migraine inducing Knowing deciding to finally murder her outright. "Run."

His eyes narrowed.

"Ah shit." Ruby whispered.

Whoever he was, or whatever, it was bad and the wrenching that was twisting her insides told her he had a connection with her husband.


"Hold still, Sam."

"Jane…"

"Shut up." She said through gritted teeth, drawing the threaded needle through the cut on his left arm, her hand surprisingly steady given the white hot pain behind her eyes.

"Hurry up, I have a dislocated shoulder!"

"Quicker I get him done, quicker he can pop it back in for you. Both of you shut the hell up." She snapped, ignoring the look her brother-in-law gave her. Her head was killing her, she had twisted her ankle pretty good, and… oh yeah… they had all dived out a stained glass window of a church.

"Hand that here." Sam ordered, holding out his hand for the bottle of whiskey Dean was drinking from. He took a long pull when it was reluctantly passed over.

"You lost the magic knife, huh?"

Sam nodded, really not needing to be lectured on that. "Saving your ass." He reminded. "Who was the demon?"

"No one good." Dean was just as curt, obviously not about to go into specifics. "We need to find the girl."

"She'll be all right, Ruby has her." He winced when he was poked. "Jane!"

"Sorry." She didn't sound overly apologetic. "You trust Ruby that much?"

"Are you done?"

She nodded, finishing off the knot before stepping away in time avoid being splashed as Sam poured the liquor over the now sewed up wound. "You know that does more damage in the long run, right?"

"I'll take my chances." He flashed her a dry, humorless smile before going to help Dean. "One, two-"

Jane cringed, making her way very gingerly to a bed and easing herself on it. She stretched her leg out before her and bent down, huffing. "I need help getting the boot off."

While Dean babied his now back in place shoulder, Sam took over, eyeballing the leg and foot in question. "Sprain?"

"I think so. It got tangled under Dean."

He winced. "I'll get a knife or something."

She sighed, she really liked these boots too.