A/N: Sorry for the delay between chapters. We just moved and it took forever to get everything settled and Internet connected -and than forever to get the provider to fix the crappy connection. Thanks everyone for sticking with the story and I really hope this chapter isn't too bad, it feels like a 'getting back into it' chapter.
Set during 4.19 Jump the Shark, w/some spoilers if you haven't made it to that eppy yet.
What It Wasn't
"Your husband is awake."
"Shut up, Sam." Jane muttered around her toothbrush, the words coming out more like 'shuth ip', shooting him a glare that rivaled the suns. Said sun's was beating down on her, it was way too early, and sleeping in the Impala had done absolutely dick for her mood.
He snorted, resuming brushing his own teeth as they both turned to watch Dean open the backseat door and nearly fall out. "How'd you sleep?"
Dean grunted, pulling himself to his feet and stretched his arms, yawning. "'m hungry." He rumbled, walking around to kiss the corner of Jane's mouth, smirking when she grumbled around her toothbrush. "Minty."
She spat excess paste from her mouth.
"I'm starving. Let's get breakfast." Dean swiped Jane's toothbrush, ignoring Sam's look of horror as he stuck it in his mouth and began brushing. "Need's more paste."
Jane retrieved the tube from the open bag on the hood of the Impala, too amused to be gross. At this point, she was more than used to Dean's relatively unsanitary quirks. "Here." She held it out.
"Anyways," Sam had, obviously, become aware of some of the tendencies in their relationship, but sharing a used toothbrush hadn't been one until now and that was just disgusting. "We're like, two hours out from anywhere."
Dean frowned as best he was able.
"There might be a sandwich in the backseat." Sam offered, returning the hair brush to the bag, carefully putting it back in one of the plastic baggies Jane had provided when they began using what she liked to call the 'community bag'.
"It's tuna." Jane cautioned before Dean could even think of going for it.
He pulled a face.
Jane could think of many times she had been uncomfortable with the Winchesters, with both of them and individually. This was a whole new kind of uncomfortable and fortunately for her, Sam was sharing the same feeling. "Dean!" She hissed when she seen him swipe the silverware off the table, rolling her eyes when he replaced it with what was definitely pure silver.
"You're overreacting." Sam said flatly, folding his arms over his chest.
"If he's not a Demon, or possessed, than he's a shapeshifter." Dean said flatly, ignoring Jane's embarrassment. She was sitting between him and the window, Sam opposite them, with the free chair by Sam. Dean would have preferred she hadn't come at all but she had insisted, something about trying to keep his ass out of jail when he murdered a regular civilian.
A civilian who was claiming to be John's.
Jane kept quiet as Sam and Dean went back and forth, trying to wrap her mind around the thought of yet another Winchester. Though, this kid wasn't a Winchester, not really. He hadn't been raised a hunter, probably knew jackshit about how the real world operated, he was probably disgustingly normal. Jane was mildly jealous as she realized that normalcy would be appreciated someday soon. Lately, she was fantasizing about life as a normal person, her and Dean a normal couple. She wondered if they would even be able to stand each other outside of the craziness that was their life, if he would still love her, hell… if she would even still love him.
Jane was probably about to start advocating for demons soon because she rarely thought about those things unless Mother Nature was about to come calling.
"…maybe he slipped one past the goalie."
"Dude!"
"Guys." Jane interrupted whatever they had been talking about when the doorbell of the diner chimed, her gray eyes fastening on the young man who had just walked in. She felt the familiar tug in her stomach, sighing inwardly.
Sam and Dean were both at attention.
The man, Adam, looked around, finally focusing on them.
"Adam?" Sam called.
Jane reached under the table and a placed a hand on Dean's thigh, squeezing gently. "Don't you dare shoot him." She muttered under her breath, well aware he had a gun out.
Dean didn't even look at her.
Uncomfortable hit new heights. Jane shifted from one foot to the other, trying not to be nosy and look around the house too much, but not overly keen on looking at Adam. As best as she could figure, and Sam definitely seemed to agree, he was John's kid. Which made him Sam and Dean's brother. Which made him-
"So, I get two brothers and a sister, all in one day." Adam tried to break the awkward silence. "That's… well, it would be awesome… if things weren't so bad."
She made an agreeable noise, maybe a murmur.
"So… um, how long have you, uh…"
Jane had to think about that one, feeling mildly shocked when she realized the answer. "Ten years actually." She said finally, not about to admit to Adam that for seven of those years, she hadn't even known she was married.
Adam looked her over, his eyes finally landing on her hand.
Jane reflexively glanced down, taking in the old and admittedly weathered wedding band she wore, the ring that had been Mary's.
"Did you know John?"
"I… somewhat, we met, once." In a hospital, when it seemed like Dean had been dying. She remembered that very well. Dean had miraculously gotten well and John had died. "He was… well, he…" She was saved from having to stumble over her words by Sam and Dean coming downstairs in a hurry.
"Call the cops." Dean ordered, taking her hand and pulling her towards the door.
"Dean, what-"
"Do it." Sam added.
Jane shot Adam a look over her shoulder, feeling her stomach lurching at the odd expression on his face.
"Sam, something is wrong with Adam."
"Jane, I get that you're creeped out but-"
"No Sam, there is something wrong with Adam. With him, I can't shake these stupid feelings, and I know-"
"Enough Jane." Sam said sharply, turning to glare down at her. "I get it, you're psychic, but there is nothing wrong with Adam, he checked out."
"You're wrong. You and Dean both are wrong." Her tone was anything but flat, her jaw tense as she glared right back at him. She had been getting the creepy crawlies whenever Adam was around, which was a lot, and at first had thought it was because he was technically the catalyst for their current situation. She had broached the topic with Dean only for him to tell her not to say anything in front of Adam, not wanting to weird out the kid any further, or drag him into business that wasn't his. It had hit her today, when Adam had touched her shoulder, that he was the situation. "Adam is not-"
"I said enough."
Jane hadn't heard that tone from Sam in quite some time but she instantly recognized it and took an automatic step backwards. Given that she and Sam usually, these days, got on like they were actual siblings and had had their lovely bonding experience in Michigan, she tended to forget that he had a darker side to him. "Fine, so be it. It's your head, Winchester."
He hesitated, looking like he might apologize but didn't, instead turning from her.
Sam and the thing pretending to be Adam had gone back to the house to try luring the creature to them since it seemed focused on Adam and Dean had gone back to the crypt. Jane had been left in a bar, surrounded by people where she was 'safe'. She knew her pyschic crap hadn't been all that reliable but she had gotten better with it, especially since she had trained with Pamela and continued exercising her little ability. Hell, it had saved both her and Sam in Michigan!
She waited long enough, five minutes, since Sam had dropped her off per Dean's orders. She was going to go get her husband, talk some sense in him, and then go murder whatever that thing was.
Just as soon as she knew what it was. All she knew was what it wasn't.
