Set during 5.01.
68: Not Sam
"Ow!"
Given that there hadn't been hardly anything worth laughing over during the past few days, Sam taking a plunger to his head courtesy of Chuck –of all people- struck Jane as hilarious and she found herself laughing harder than she oughta. She stifled it into giggles when she was given strange looks by all three men.
"Sam." Chuck seemed a little worried at seeing the youngest Winchester, very likely due to the fact that Sam had unleashed hell on earth.
"Yeah."
"Hey Chuck." Dean gave him a half wave, busy surveying the destroyed house.
Chuck wasn't really paying much attention to anyone besides Sam. "You're… okay?"
"My head hurts." Sam rubbed where Chuck had gotten him to illustrate his point.
Chuck shook his head, completely unapologetic. "No, I meant –meant my last vision. You went like, full on Vader."
Considering that they had missed the actual events of last night and had witnessed the aftermath, both Jane and Dean turned to Sam. Chuck continued, describing a high body temperature, heart rate, and…
"Wait, your eyes went black?" Dean interrupted, obviously thinking demon.
"I uh, I don't know."
Jane began wandering around at that point, looking over the house. It looked like a serious fight had gone on here and she remembered Castiel saying he would deal with the archangel. From the looks of things, one of them had gotten a serious ass kicking and she hoped it wasn't Cas. Speaking of… she turned back to the conversation when it steered towards the angel, feeling her heart sinking.
"…no, like a water balloon… of chunky soup."
Which explained why Chuck looked the way he did. He was covered in angel guts. "I think I need a drink."
"Good luck finding one." Chuck called after her as she made her way towards where he had been keeping his liquor. "If you do, make me one."
Nodding, she set off on her mission for alcohol.
It took her a bit longer than she had expected, finding something with a kick to it, but tucked away behind what used to be a bookshelf, she had found a pint bottle of something very cheap and the bottle was plastic, thank God for small favors.
She had then searched for something to drink the whiskey out of, besides the bottle, not entirely sure she felt up to sharing spit or any other demonic bodily fluids with Sam. Or Chuck, what if the archangel took that as a threat or something? Just being in the house, seeing what damage had occurred, it made her want to leave.
"You listen to me boy!"
That didn't sound like anyone she knew and Jane made her way back to the guys, coming to a halt away from… she was guessing Zachariah, who matched the description Dean had given her. He looked pissed and Dean was… Dean was bleeding.
A moment later she knew why. He had done a sigil behind a door and the angel was gone, leaving her wondering just what she had missed. "So, angels are-"
"Junkless dicks." Dean wiped his bloody hand off on his jeans, glancing at the bottle in her hand. "Just in time, sweetheart."
Earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes and all of it happening around the world around the same time, Jane made a mental note to cancel her vacation to Tahiti. She glanced at Dean who was looking rather stone faced, though he looked pretty alert when a sharp rap came at the door. He shared a look with Sam, who nodded, retrieving his gun.
She got up from her place on the edge of the bed and moved out of line of sight. Sam opened the door. "You okay, lady?" She heard him say and edged closer towards the door, keeping an eye on Dean who was hiding the gun behind his back.
"Sam… is it really you?"
Jane cocked an eyebrow. Whoever this woman was, she sounded like she was about to have some sort of fit. Curiosity got the better of her and she stepped around to see a hand kind of groping Sam's chest.
"And you're so firm."
"Uh, do I know you?"
"No, but I know you," The woman pulled her hand back while sort of pushing herself into the room, her eyes on him. "You're Sam Winchester and you're-" She looked at Dean, frowning. "Not what I expected." She began looking around. "I'm Becky. I've read all about you and even written a few…" She began giggling, though the giggles subsided when she spotted Jane. "Who are you?"
Jane folded her arms over her chest, cocking an eyebrow. The 'read about you' thing told her this was a Supernatural geek, probably one of those fan fiction writers. She hid a shudder.
Becky's eyes landed on the wedding ring and she glanced at Dean, frowning. "Wait, Jane is real? Really? I just thought you were some sort of filler, or a plot twist, or… something. Maybe something for feminists…"
Jane was less than impressed. "I'm real."
"And you're married to Dean, right?" All the giggling and nervous flirting was gone, Becky was almost businesslike with Jane. "Not Sam?"
Jane silently looped her arm through Dean's, who had put the gun away though he looked like he wished he hadn't.
"Oh, good." Becky was all smiles again. "Anyways, Mr. Edlund told me where to find you."
"Chuck?" Dean perked a little bit.
Sighing, Sam shut the door and turned to stare down at the woman who was devouring him with her eyes. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, ignoring the amused grin spreading across Jane's face. She would find the humor in this very unfunny situation.
"If by some miracle we pull this off…"
Please don't say it Bobby, Jane thought, staring intently at the older man. After ushering Becky the hell out, Dean had called Bobby and explained what little they knew. Bobby was here, Sam had confessed to bringing about the end of the world, and that had gone exactly the way everyone had expected it too. Badly.
"I want you to lose my number." Bobby, obviously, wasn't a mind reader and had continued on. "Understand me, boy?"
Sam nodded, not looking overly surprised by how this had turned out.
Dean wasn't saying a word.
"Uh," Sam cleared his throat. "There's an old church, not far from here… I'll go see… see what I can dig up."
"You do that."
Jane shook her head, watching as Sam headed for the door and hurried to snatch her wallet off the table. "Wait up, Sam."
"Jane-"
She swatted Dean's hand away before he could stop her. "I'll be back." She nodded at Bobby before slipping out the door, right behind her brother-in-law. "You're still an idiot." She muttered, walking quickly to keep up with his long strides.
He smiled down at her, a fleeting smile but a smile. "I know."
