This chapter is still in my little not canon compliant world and is... meh. I've been distracted and super busy lately, so getting this one out was actually a pain in the backside. Here's hoping a little Supernatural Fest sometime this week will recharge the batteries.
It's Good to be Home
"A Bakaak?" That was the first thing out of Bobby's mouth once Sam had gotten out of the Impala. "I didn't think they existed." He had seen them coming and stepped out to wait, having received a call that Sam would need help with the unloading as Jane was currently asleep thanks to the awesome pain meds the doctor in Indiana had written her a prescription for.
"They do, or did." Sam wasn't sure if there were any others, and he sincerely hoped not. He didn't like fighting something he couldn't see, and the thought of Hellhounds crossed his mind. "It did. We, uh, smashed it to pieces and then burnt them until there was nothing but ash left."
"That's what the lore says to do." Bobby nodded his head, peering through the window at Jane. "You gonna wake her up?"
Sam didn't answer, with words anyway, instead he came around the car and opened her door, bending in order to unfasten her and gently lift her from the car, trying not to whack any parts on the roof or door. "Dean still in bed?"
"Somewhat," Bobby was eyeballing Sam suspiciously. "He's been getting up and moving around. What happened?"
"Would you believe me if I told you it was a bear?"
"What the hell did you two stumble into?"
"Snow, a tired bear, and a pissed off warrior."
Dean was staying quiet. Mostly because he was afraid he was going to go off on Sam for not protecting Jane from a freaking bear. Also because he didn't want to wake her up from her narcotic induced sleep. In the logical part of his mind, he knew it wasn't Sam's fault. It was Jane's, for being stupid enough to go on a hunt without him and for being doubly stupid and trekking in the wilderness in Michigan, in the middle of winter.
"They died from not having their livers, moron." Bobby said, having been listening to Sam recount the case. He was standing in the doorway of Dean and Jane's bedroom, Dean leaning against the dresser, while Jane lay face down on the bed, Sam sitting beside her, unbuttoning a shirt that was obviously his and had been put on her backwards.
"Yeah, we know that, now, but at the time it didn't make sense." It was odd to be undressing his brother's wife, in front of his brother. He would admit it, he had gotten fairly comfortable with her upper half being relatively nude over the past few days, mostly out of necessity. Jane was attractive enough but… he was beginning to really think of her as his sister, of sorts. He didn't think sisters and brother's got eyefuls of skin. But with both Bobby and Dean looking on… awkward. "They were perfectly healthy for a bit after the attack. You'd think without a liver everything would go downhill immediately."
"No explaining some things." Bobby stepped closer, watching with raised brows as Sam unbuttoned the shirt, wanting to see the damage. "How'd this happen exactly?"
Sam swallowed, sparing a quick glance at Dean who was edging himself closer. Bobby already knew how it had happened. Dean didn't really know anything other than 'Jane got hurt'. "Well, you see…"
"...cking bear…" Jane mumbled from where her face was buried in the pillow.
Dean was now settling on the mattress beside her, eyeballing the bandage Sam was peeling away. "Did you say a bear, sweetheart?"
She smiled, inhaling deeply and then cracked an eye open. "We were out searching the grounds… must've woken up, it was cranky as hell…"
Sam let her ramble, keeping himself busy with checking for infection or… something. It looked pretty good, the off the traditional route doctor they had seen in Indiana had done a good job. Maybe too good because now Sam was running out of stuff to distract himself with.
"We tried to get away but the snow was really deep, couldn't run," Jane yawned, smiling again as Dean brushed hair off her face. "It lunged and got me."
Bobby watched Sam, noting that he wasn't buttoning the shirt back up. "Airing it out?"
"Something like that." He muttered, not meeting Dean's eyes, having a feeling he would die instantly if he did.
"How'd you get away?"
"Sam shot it in the face, after it got me."
"You saved her."
That was not what Sam had been expecting and he raised his eyes from the beer he had been contemplating. Jane was asleep, again, thanks to pain meds, and Bobby was grabbing a nap as well. That left Sam and a wide awake, really enjoying being out of bed, Dean. They had retreated to the kitchen and Sam had gotten them each a drink before sitting down, he had been waiting for the shit to hit the fan. "What?"
"You did your best… I guess."
Sam chanced looking up, eyebrow raised. "Are you… are you doped up right now?"
Dean shrugged, taking a swig from his bottle. "Yeah, a little." His currently more green then anything eyes narrowed. "But considering you're the reason she was in that mess to begin with…"
Sam knew there had been a catch and sighed.
"She could have died Sam, what the hell were you thinking?"
"Dean, if there would have been… if there- look, there weren't any alternatives, no other ways to go about it. We both did the best with what we had and what we knew."
"Uh huh."
Sam winced when Dean's now empty bottle was slammed down a bit too harshly.
"I noticed a whole new level of jacked up in your relationship."
Now that was just offensive and Sam pushed away from the table, standing up and towered over his brother. "Go to hell." He said tightly, nostrils flaring. "If you think for one minute that something happened, or that I would, or she would, then you're-"
Dean had stood by now as well, searching Sam's face for any hint of a lie.
"Put your peckers away, idjits." Bobby's nap hadn't gone so well and he'd come out to see about a little self-medication. "Dean, since when are you the jealous type?"
"Since my wife spent a week in a cozy little cabin with my doe-eyed, broody, 'chicks dig my soulfulness' brother."
"Let me break it down into easy words Dean," Sam was fairly certain he was snarling. "Jane. Likes. Idiot. Egotistical. Cocky. Wouldn't. Know. A. Good. Thing. If. It. Bit. Him. In. The. Butt. Men."
Dean blinked, the corner of his mouth pulling up into the barest hint of a smile. Sam had just bit out each word in a growl. "Egotistical… that's not an easy word, break that one down for me too, Sammy?"
Bobby took his beer and left, shaking his head.
