A/N: I am so sorry I haven't updated recently but in my defense I've been planning and preparing for my wedding, which is this weekend so, I've been busy! I finally had time to write tonight and spun this out. Starting in August I should be back on a somewhat regular updating schedule. This is short, based on the last episode of season four, and any dialogue you recognize is from the episode.
Jan, 2015: This chapter has been edited for some minor issues with potential plot.
66: Something Else
"Don't make me get my gun, boy."
Jane heaved a sigh, knowing this arguing over Sam wasn't going to get anyone anywhere. Dean had apologized to her, but when she had brought up Sammy's name, his mood had darkened and the moment was over. Now, Bobby was apparently going to give it a go.
"We're at the kickoff of Armageddon Bobby," Dean said flatly, turning to look at the older man.
"Don't you think we got more important things to worry about?"
"I know you're pissed, and I'm not about to make excuses or apologies for-"
"Bobby." Jane said curtly, her tone holding the warning.
He ignored her completely. "But he's your-"
"My blood?" Dean scoffed, shaking his head. "That's what you were going to say, wasn't it?"
"Dean, he's your brother."
"I tried to help him, I really did. And look what happened. Look what he did to Jane, just so he could run out and get high on demon juice!"
Jane really wished he wouldn't have brought her into that. Sam had gotten very… hands on with her over the past few weeks, and it was all because of his addiction, and she had a marvelous concussion. She had hardly moved from her place on the couch, afraid that the dizziness and nausea, along with the headache that was only marginally better, would ratchet up a few notches.
She kept her mouth closed as Dean and Bobby went back and forth, the tension rising in the room until it was near shouting. She hesitated, pushing herself upright when she felt a slight pull in her stomach followed by…
"What the-"
"Where'd Dean go?" She demanded, staring at the exact spot her husband had occupied only seconds before.
Bobby was staring right along with her.
"Jane Winchester, I do not have time for this."
"Obviously you do, because you came when I called." Jane shot back, annoyed with the angel. Of course, she had been 'calling' ever since Dean had disappeared. "Where is he?"
Castiel cocked his head, studying her.
"Castiel… please…" Jane was outside, wrapped in one of Dean's denim jackets, trying to ignore the fact that only nights ago, she had been passed out in the same place she was standing.
"You know what he promised."
She nodded, shoving her unkempt hair from her face.
"He has been called to… serve." He said slowly, looking around as if expecting someone to come and snatch him away. "It is not wise for us to talk right now. Dean is safe."
"Take me to him."
He shook his head once. "That would not be wise."
"Castiel!"
"So far, Jane," He was aware he had her full attention, having rarely used just her name, without adding Winchester, or her maiden there, and it did sound odd to him. "You are on the angel's radar but they do not know what to make of you." If they had, she might have been used as a bargaining chip, as it was, she was relatively unknown. "I am not even sure where you stand with the demons."
She remembered him calling her an anomaly once, something unaccounted for. "They don't?" There were more important things to worry about but… that just seemed odd to her. "I'm pretty sure demons have me on their hit list, I'm a Winchester."
"They might, some," He amended. "But you are still an unknown. There is something about you…" He considered her for a moment before looking off into the distance. "I have to go. Stay here, where it is safe."
"But-" Jane groaned when he disappeared, just like Dean had and buried her face in her hands. She knew, she could feel, that show time was near, very near, and the last thing she wanted to do was stay somewhere 'safe' while her husband and brother-in-law were out there, both of them in likely danger. She hesitated, staring down at the pavement before finally nodding to herself. Stay safe indeed.
"What are you doing here?"
"You don't already know?"
Chuck Shirley eyeballed Jane Winchester nervously, fidgeting with his glass of whiskey before looking behind her, almost as if he expected someone to be with her. "This is actually… a surprise." He said after a long moment, stepping back into his house and gesturing for her to come in, quickly. He shut and locked the door behind her, frowning as she looked around. "He's not here."
"Do you know where he is?" Considering that Chuck had basically a cable subscription to Sam and Dean's lives….
"Sam, yes. Dean, sort of. It's hazy." He admitted, leading the way to his little writing station, stopping long enough to top off his tumbler and offer her one, not surprised when she declined. "You're here to find them, I'm assuming?"
She nodded, brows furrowing. "You seriously didn't know?" Jane was having a hard time buying that, considering the loving detail he had put in some sex scenes involving her and Dean, sex scenes that had actually happened and then been converted into porn.
"Look Jane, I seriously don't have any insight into…" Chuck trailed off, frowning as he considered her. "Yeah, I guess that is weird. You'd think I'd have some sort of link to you, you're obviously important to Dean…" He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Huh. Never thought about it."
"Don't think about it." She warned him, her mind straying back to the sex scene thing.
"I'm a prophet, don't you think-"
Jane was already thinking about Castiel said, about her being an anomaly and shook her head. "No, I don't think and I don't want too, I just want to know where Dean is."
"I can't-"
"Sam then."
He sighed heavily.
"What happens to all the people during your little pissing contest?" Dean was mentally kicking himself in the ass for his vow to serve at the same time he was wondering just how he was going to blow off said vow. He half listened as Zachariah went into one of his obnoxious little speeches, wondering what Jane was doing and eyeballing a statue.
"I wouldn't think about it Dean, that wouldn't go well for you."
Dean stepped away from the mantle, glaring at the angel from hell. ""What Sam? What about Jane? They're not just going to sit quietly and watch this all go down. They'll stop Lilith."
Zachariah looked slightly amused. "Sam has his own part to play, I wouldn't worry about him."
He hadn't mentioned Jane. "What about-"
"Your wife? Well now, Jane's… Jane's…" Zachariah did a little walk, apparently searching for the rights words. "Jane's something else, isn't she?"
Zachariah's face hadn't changed any, neither had his tone, but something darkened in the room, darkened in the angel and Dean wished that he had never said her name. "What about Sam's part? What the hell does that even mean?"
If Zachariah knew Dean was trying to deflect the conversation from Jane, he didn't let on. He just smiled.
