Episode 4.15 Death Takes A Holiday.

I own nothing but Jane and I have altered parts of the episode. I didn't like this episode all that well, mainly because... the ending was sad.


It Could Be You

"If I would have known that this is what it took to get your pretty little backside back to me, I would have asked death to stop reaping a while ago."

Jane smiled as she flew into her husband's open arms, her face automatically nestling against the crook of his throat and inhaled. He had kept asking 'when you coming home' and now she really got it. Home was him. It was wherever he was. "I missed you too." She laughed, loving the feel of his arms wrapping around her, holding her to him tightly.

"I'm not even going to begin on how flippin' crazy you two are." Pamela entered the room, frowning when her walking stick hit something and reached out. She kept reaching, around, and then smiled. "Well hello Grumpy."

"Hi Pam, that's my-"

"Mmm, yes, I know." She let go of his butt and proceeded to enter the room, hearing Sam moving to close the door behind her. "Like I said, crazy."

"I agree." Jane had to wrench her lips from Dean's, turning in his arms until her back was to his chest. "Nobody is dying, for real?"

"For real." Dean was kissing down her neck now, snorting when she elbowed him. "It's been over a month, sweetheart…"

"You can ravish me later."

Sam was trying to ignore the couple. His brother had been annoying as hell today, which was a change from angry and suspicious. While glad that Dean was in a cheery albeit annoying mood, he was even happier to see Pamela. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Pam."

Pamela stared in what she was assuming to be his direction. "What do you say to deaf people?"

Jane sniggered. "Can you hear me now?"

"I will hit the snot out of you." Pam raised her stick.

"I had enough of that, thanks."

"Wait…" Dean looked between the two women. "She hit you with that?" When Jane nodded, his eyes widened and a leer spread across his lips. "That is really… kinky."

"I was going to go with painful." Jane elbowed him again. "I'm still bruised."

"You learned quick when you had motivation." Pam countered, not looking perturbed by the conversation in the slightest. "Apparently your learning curve involves danger and pain."

"Apparently."

"Now," Pamela settled herself on the edge of someone's bed, making herself comfortable. "Who had the brilliant idea of astral projection?"

Dean pointed at Sam, Sam pointed at Dean, and Jane slapped herself in the face.


"Okay guys. That's it. Showtime."

Jane stared at the sleeping men, not surprised when nothing happened, nothing was said, and raked a hand through her hair. "I'm assuming it worked?" It felt odd to be speaking about them, in front of them. She really hoped they weren't lingering in the room, that would just be uncomfortable.

"Probably. Now let's hope those two idiots know what they're doing." Pam leaned over Sam. "I'm going to whisper the incantation in your ear."

Jane didn't want to know what she whispered. Instead, she leaned back in her chair and prepared for a long, nerve wracking wait. They did the astral projection; the women got guarding the bodies' duty. This whole situation just flat out sucked.

"This is going to be boring, I hope you have a book to read aloud." Pam was settling herself in the chair closest to her.

"I didn't. I'm sure Dean has some Busty Asian Beauties though, I could read you the want ads?"

"Works for me."


"Sam is really going to murder me for using his laptop without asking permission." Jane giggled, wiping away tears as she exited out of the ad she had been reading aloud. "He's also going to think we were looking at porn."

"Some of that was literary porn, I approve. Except for the donkey show, that was…" Pamela shuddered violently, sticking out her tongue as if the memory of the reading was leaving a bad taste on her mouth. "Who puts out want ads for that?"

"Very disturbing people in very disturbing places." Jane browsed through the page. She had discovered Craigslist… Craigslist was equally scary and amusing. She felt it would be rude to just browse the Internet when Pamela couldn't see, and just as rude to do something that left Pam in the figurative dark. So she had found amusing things to read to Pam, fun stuff. Dirty stuff. Anything that wasn't related to the dark, supernatural world they actually habited. "Oh, this one is seeking a bottom… what's a bottom?"

"In your relationship, you would be the bottom."

"I don't get it…"

"Just don't Google it."

Sighing, Jane shut the lid and looked at the boys. "Think they're-" She hesitated when she heard something outside, feeling her stomach give a little lurch. "Pam…"

"Now is not a good time for you to be having a moment, Jane."

"Well tell me what works for your schedule and I'll try to squeeze it in." Jane stood up, going to glance out the window and frowned. "Someone is messing with the Impala!"

"Kids or-"

"No idea."

"Take a gun."

One filled with salt shells, human or demon, it would hurt.


"Pamela, unlock the door!" Jane was the world's biggest fool. She had gone out to shoo away, or shoot, whoever had been touching the car. Dean would flip his lid if something happened to Baby so she had gone out to "save" the damn car. It had been a divisionary tactic and now she was locked out of their motel room. "Pam!"

"Son of a bitch!"

Jane heard Pam right before the door opened and she stepped inside in time to see Pam go flying backwards. She raised the Dean's sawed off and fired, giving Pam the chance to scramble away. She stepped between the demon and Pamela, who was feeling her way to Sam. Her hands were shaking like mad as she realized this was one of those very rare occasions she didn't have Dean there to protect her.

A second later, she was flying into a wall, not even aware she had been slapped. She just knew she had hit the wall.

"…decipi, ergo-"

Jane blinked the cobwebs from her eyes in time to see Pamela also go flying away from Sam. She took out several items during her flight before landing in an awkward heap. "Christ…" She pulled herself upwards, leaning against the wall for leverage as her head was spinning. "Get off of her!" She seen the glint of metal and lunged forward.

"Get off!"

Pamela let out a shriek of pain.

"You next, Winchester."

Jane's eyes were on the knife.


"Pam, you need a doctor."

"Shut up Jane, is he making me my goddamn drink?"

Jane ignored that, reaching up to wipe away the tears from her eyes. "Please, I'll drive you, or let me call-"

"Shut up Winchester! God, just… give me a drink. Sam, where's my drink?" Pam looked ready to almost cry herself, and laughing somewhat hysterically as she pulled her hands from her stomach. "I can't die, not in this town."

There was no blood. She had been stabbed, but there was no blood. "Pam… if the reapers get back to reaping…"

Sam knelt down beside them. "She's right Pam, let her get you to-"

"Make me a drink, Grumpy."


Castiel was playing dirty and at the moment, Dean couldn't find it in him to forgive "his" guardian angel. He sat up, frowning when he took in the somber scene before him. Pamela was sitting on Sam's bed with Sam hovering over her and Jane sitting beside her, her hands outstretched. "What happened?" He asked, moving so he could see Pam properly, eyes widening at what he saw. Jane was applying pressure to Pam's abdomen with Pam's hands over hers.

"Dean, where's Tessa?" Sam demanded, turning to his brother, feeling his heart sinking at the look on Dean's face.

"She's…"

Sam's heart hit his toes. "Pamela, I'm so-"

"Stop." She removed her sunglasses, her face pale and clammy.

"You don't deserve this."

"Yeah, I don't."

Dean couldn't tear his eyes from her.

"Tell that bastard Bobby Singer… tell him to go to hell, for introducing me to you two in the first place." She had a coughing fit, fingers clenching at Jane's bloodstained hands. "Don't let this be you, kid." She rasped, her head inclining until it touched the younger woman's. "Could be you…"

Jane could only swallow, trying not to openly cry, or at least not loudly.

"Sam, come here."

Sam approached the women, bending down until Pamela's lips were at his ear. It was a bit awkward, because obviously Jane wasn't moving, and he flushed at what Pam had to tell him, backing away without meeting Jane's wide eyes. He hesitated when another series of coughs racked Pamela's body as she leaned back into the headboard.

"Pamela?"

"Pamela!"