Set during 5.01: Sympathy for the Devil -still.


69: The Michael Sword

She should say something, Sam was sitting there, staring at the same page he had been half-assed pretending to read it for at least twenty minutes now. What Bobby had said… well, she got it, Sam had set free the devil. But at the same time… it just wasn't… okay. Not okay. "Sam…?" She ventured hesitantly.

He didn't look up.

"Sam?" Jane reached out and placed her hand on top of his.

Sam finally raised his head, looking at her and it was obvious it was taking him a moment or two to properly focus on her. "Yeah Jane?"

"You know he didn't mean it."

Frowning, he withdrew his hand and closed the book, not up to faking research at the moment as he felt the weight of Bobby's words all over again. "He did Jane, don't bother trying to make it better. I deserve it, and more, what I did…" He shook his head, eyes on the table. "There's no… taking it back, or making it better this time, I messed up."

"Epically." She agreed, ignoring the way his shoulders tensed. "You have fucked up beyond all belief Sam, but whining and moping isn't going to change it. Fix your mess."

He looked at her, frowning slightly. "You sound like Dean sometimes, you know that?"

"I'm nicer than Dean."

He had to give her that and sighed. "Why are you here Jane? I was a total… I was horrible to you." Sam's face sort of fell in on itself as he recalled just how horrible. "I was a tool," He rectified. "an abusive tool."

"That's… one way of putting it."

"I'm sorry, Jane, for-"

"Look, at this point," She interrupted. "It's water under the bridge Sam. Just one thing, you ever put your hands on me again and I'll shoot you in the balls."

He winced.

She smiled.


Walking into the hotel room behind Sam, Jane had prepared herself for some dirty looks, or maybe just being totally ignored, coming from both Bobby and Dean. She was not prepared for the demon fest going on, or the sight of Bobby, bleeding from a stab wound if Ruby's bloodied knife not too far from him was any indication.

"No!"

The female demon turned to eyeball them and smiled. "Heya Sammy! You miss me? Cause I sure missed you."

Jane felt something in her churning and when Sam said "Meg", she knew what it was. This was the demon who had taken her off the streets of her Texas home and thrown her back into Dean's life. Only… she was in a new meat suit, but there was still that same brand of happy evil going on in those eyes. She shuddered.

"And Janey, my you have been busy, haven't you?"

Sam swung for her.


"You okay back there?"

"….in' great, how's Bobby?" Jane pulled the towel packed with ice off her face, reaching with her free hand to feel her cheek. She had gotten socked, right in the face, which was why she had hung out in the Impala while Dean and Sam rushed Bobby inside. It was one thing, going in with him, throw her ass in, and they would be begging for even more questions.

"He'll… be fine, I think." Dean was hoping, watching from the corner of his eye as she climbed up into the front seat. "Sam's staying with him."

"We going for the Michael sword?" She settled into the seat usually occupied by Sam's butt, quickly fastening herself in before placing the somewhat soggy towel and its partially melted ice back on her face. She did not miss the look Dean shot her, knowing very well he thought it should have been her to remain with Bobby and Sam here now with him. All things considered, that was probably very smart, but… not the way it had played out. Sam had not been keen at all about leaving Bobby and she hadn't been overly enthused about being admitted with a bruised face alongside a stab victim, too many eyebrows would be raised.

"I'm going for the sword, you are going to keep your sweet ass in the car." Dean corrected, reaching over to place his hand on her knee and squeezed gently. "I think you've had enough excitement for one night, sweetheart."

Jane settled her hand on his and squeezed back, not as gently. "No, I think I'm up for a little more."

"Usually… I like it when you talk dirty…"


"I see you told the demons where the sword is."

Dean and Jane both turned away from John Winchester's treasure trove, Dean instantly on high alert, and Jane realizing she was finally going to meet the head honcho of the junkless brigade.

"Oh thank god," Dean dead panned. "the angels are here."

Zachariah shut the door, without actually moving, smiling at Dean in a way that made Jane's neck hairs stand at odd angles. "It was right in front of them."

"What do you mean?" Jane asked before she could stop herself, ignoring Dean's warning look.

Zachariah was now studying her, his brow furrowing slightly. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure." He extended his hand.

Dean stepped in, blocking Jane with his body. "And you're not going too, now explain about the sword and quit eyeballing her."

"You just hand delivered the sword."

"We don't have anything."

Jane groaned, having heard the smugness in Zachariah's tone and just knew where this was going. "Dean… damn it…" She whispered, pressing her forehead to his back, inhaling deeply.

"It's you, chucklehead."

She called it.

"You thought you could really kill Lucifer?" Zachariah took advantage of the rare occurrence of Dean not having a snappy retort. "No, you're just a human Dean, and not much of one."

Dean ignored the insult. "What do you mean I'm the sword?"

"Well, more like… a receptacle."

"Wait, I'm a vessel?"

"Dean, you're the vessel." Jane whispered, wondering why he hadn't caught onto that, marveling a little bit at the irony of it. Sam unleashed Satan, Dean was meant to be the tool to send him back. She wanted to throw up.

"See, she gets it, smart girl that Jane." Zachariah was walking around, taking a look at her. "I've been curious about you, Mrs. Winchester."

"Nothing special about me." She was revolving along with Dean, keeping Dean in between her and the angel.

"Maybe, maybe not, it's irrelevant right now." Back to business. "You've been chosen Dean, it's a great honor."

"Life as an angel condom? I think I'm going to have to pass."

Jane groaned.

Jane groaned.

"Always with the jokes, well no more jokes."

Zachariah had come with back-up and Jane had ignored them because honestly, he seemed to be the bigger threat. She remembered them when she felt their hands clamping down on either of her arms and marching her out from behind the safety of Dean. She watched as Zachariah made a gun gesture with his hand and aimed his pointed fingers at her.

"Bang."