In Passing
That… that was Adam, which meant that thing… parading around was… his mind was racing and Dean redoubled his efforts to find a way out of the tomb he was trapped in. He looked around; eyeing everything but the corpse he had just viewed. His gaze finally landed on a stained glass window above him and groaned.
A moment later, he was crouching and shielding his face from shards of now flying glass. "Son of a bitch!"
"You sound healthy."
That was his wife, deadpanning, and Dean looked up, spotting her head peeking through the now mostly empty frame. "Jane? What the-"
"I told you, I told you both…" She growled, surveying his situation as best she could. "But would either of you idiots listen? Nope."
"Janey, sweetheart, I'll apologize later but right now… Where's Sam?"
"With that thing."
"Son of a bitch!"
"Sam, the more you struggle, the faster you're going to bleed out. So you might as well lie back and relax."
That didn't sound good and Jane momentarily closed her eyes, focusing and felt nauseous almost immediately. She could feel the mass these things were taking, which was handy for pinpointing their locations in the room, the kitchen. This might have been the extent of actively using her ability outside of the 'follow your migraine' routine, but it was turning out to be damn handy. She sent a silent thank you to Pamela, for the hundredth time, wherever Pam may have been.
Dean was watching her, shotgun at the ready, and nodded when she pointed.
She took a deep breath, her heart leaping when Dean stepped into the kitchen.
"Hey!"
Shotgun went off.
"Dean, they're ghouls!"
Another round fired off.
That was Sam and Jane followed after Dean, wishing she had brought her own gun but… traveling with a shotgun by foot was just asking to be picked up by the local boys in blue. In retrospect, she probably should have at the very least brought her 'wussy' gun, the nine, but… she hadn't. in the kitchen, she was greeted to the sight of a female body minus the head, with blood splattered all over.
Dean and ghoul Adam were tussling on the floor and Sam was tied down, Jane made her way to him, trying not to flinch away from the sight of his arms. "Christ Sam…" She tried to ignore the very squelchy sounds of Dean using his fists. "You need a doctor, these look bad."
"Jane…" He groaned, watching as she reached for the now discarded knife 'Kate' had been using.
Dean finished pounding in the ghoul's skull, and everything else he could, and pushed himself to his feet. He caught sight of Sam and began looking around, spotting dish towels and grabbed them.
Jane accepted the towel Dean passed her, pressing it to the cut.
"Come on, come on…" Dean murmured. "Hang on, Sammy…it'll be alright, it will…"
Several long tense moments passed before Sam finally muttered a pained 'thank you', Dean and Jane sharing relieved looks.
Crisis over.
"You okay?"
Dean didn't turn away from the funeral pyre he had built for Adam, having insisted that their brother be put to rest as a proper hunter. "I will be."
Jane walked up to stand by him, reaching out to slip her hand in his. She had switched places with Sam when he had walked away, probably needing a sit down and to clear his head from the scent of smoke and burning body.
Dean was appreciative of the fact that she hadn't said, nor was likely to, 'told you so'. She had tried warning them and they hadn't listened. Even though both of them knew she had her little inner compass that usually gave pretty decent direction. "Janey, I think we're going to go away for a few days, just the two of us."
"Dean?"
"It'll be good, for us… to just get away for a bit. No hunting… no death… none of it."
"What about Sam?"
"We'll get him home first; he's going to need to take some time anyway. Those wounds on his arms aren't going to heal overnight."
"Dean, are you-"
He squeezed her hand, enough to silence her and then let go in order to wrap his arm around her, pulling her into him.
Jane got it and leaned into his side, offering him her physical support since there was nothing she could say that was going to make any of this any better.
"Any idea where you're going?"
"Nope, he said it was a surprise." Jane didn't look up from what she was doing, busy with Sam's arms. Dean had done the gross, slippery work, and now that they were back at what she called home and the boys called their base –aka Bobby's-, she was doing the nurse routine. It seemed only fair considering not too long ago this had been her and Sam had been tending her wounds. "You going to be alright?"
"Yeah…" Sam considered it for a long moment, his brow creasing as he thought, though he flinched when what she was doing began to really hurt. "Yeah, I will be. He was our brother, but, we didn't know him, you know?"
"I uh, meant with these… and Bobby's home remedies." Jane said awkwardly, flashing him a small smile.
"Oh!" He managed a crooked grin. "Sorry, I-"
"It's cool. I'm glad you're doing well, not lying about that, are you?"
"To you?" He rolled his eyes. "Hardly. No point in lying to you." Not when she already knew his dirty little secrets. "Just go, go worry about Dean and stop mothering me, woman."
"Yeah, whatever, boy." Jane snorted, finishing wrapping his arm. "Try not to get in any trouble while I'm gone?"
"It'll be hard, but I'll try."
"You Winchester's are impossible."
