A/N: Still set during 5.01 Sympathy for the Devil. I own nothing but Jane :)
70: Tell Me True
Jane crumpled a second right after a very loud, disturbing crunch sound, feeling her legs giving under her. She lay there, in shock, for a moment before beginning to cry. Her legs were broken and it hurt.
Zachariah was staring down at her, looking pleased. "I wasn't sure that would work, you know." He admitted, bouncing on the soles of his feet. "You are not normal, Mrs. Winchester, not by a long shot."
She managed to choke out an expletive that sounded less than impressive.
"You son of a bitch!" Dean moved towards her, only to stop as angel lackeys one and two moved to intercept him.
"Ah ah ah, keep mouthing off, or anything really, and I'll break more than her legs." Zachariah threatened, losing interest in Jane as he approached Dean.
Jane no longer really cared why she was not 'normal', something Castiel had liked touting at her. What she cared about was the fact that her legs were broken, just because someone had pointed at her with their fingers and said bang. She didn't even care about what was going on around her, not right now, she was too busy trying to block out the pain.
"You need my consent."
Jane tried to focus on Dean, tried to ignore the excruciating pain and gingerly rolled in the direction of his voice. She wished she hadn't after Dean continuously shot down Zachariah's "offers", one which included curing Dean of his now stage four stomach cancer.
Less than amused, Zachariah glanced down at her. "Fine, let's see how the little woman does without her lungs."
Now she couldn't breathe and Jane was beyond panicky.
Dean was staring at her, his face turning white.
"Are we having fun yet?"
"Just kill us!" He rasped, trying to hunch his way to her.
"No, oh no, not when I'm just getting warmed up."
Dean watched as Jane collapsed, and then kept watching in disbelief. She had stopped moving completely.
"Can you explain what the hell happened? Castiel appeared and… did something to my ribs. I thought he was dead?" Sam stared at his brother and sister-in-law, taking in the way they looked and held themselves, frowning. "What happened?"
"Enochian sigil, it hides us from all angels in creation, including Satan." Jane informed him dully. She had woken up, with her lungs in place and her legs no longer broken, but she wasn't overly pleased with the idea that she may have died, again. Actually, she just wasn't pleased. Period. Tonight had sucked beyond all belief and she knew the whole 'broken legs, no lungs' experience was going to have a reoccurring role in her already messed up dreams. "How's Bobby?"
"Well…"
"Wait till I get out of this bed!"
Bobby was never going to walk again and it didn't matter how many people he bellowed at, the facts weren't going to change. That didn't stop Jane from feeling slightly amused at the look on the old bear's face when she turned away from the window.
"You believe that yahoo?" He grunted, still glaring at the door the doctor had pretty much run out of.
"Screw him, you'll be fine." Dean said, mostly sounding like he meant it, though he was smart enough to ignore the dirty look Jane shot him.
"Don't you be starting now, woman." Bobby ordered, seeing the look himself and growled when she merely walked over to perch her ass on the edge of his bed. "Don't you start mother henning me either."
"I'll do what I want, old man."
"So, million dollar question," Sam was leaning against the wall, watching everyone, and still trying to wrap his head around the events of the past twenty-four hours. "What now? What do we do?"
Silence reigned for a few moments as everyone considered that. Jane was waiting for someone to make an inappropriate joke about running for the hills, or living it up since it was now the end of days. Instead, it was Bobby, and he wasn't one for asinine jokes in times like these.
"I guess we'll just save as many people as we can, as long as we can." He said gruffly. "Either way, we're boned, whether heaven wins or hell wins."
"True enough." Jane agreed, reaching for a cup of what she was assuming to be Ginger Ale off his nightstand.
"Help yourself, why don'tcha?"
"I will." She took a sip, pulled a face, and put it back. "That's gross, Bobby."
"What if we win?"
Jane and Bobby both whipped their heads to stare at Dean, Sam was looking at his brother like he had lost his mind. Dean sounded way too confident given the situation they were in.
"Screw the angels, screw the demons, and definitely screw their apocalypse crap. If they want to play war, let them do it on their own planet, this one is ours. I say we take them all on, the devil, Michael, bring it."
"And just how are we supposed to do all this, genius?"
Jane facepalmmed herself at Dean's reply.
"Tell me the truth."
"About what?"
Jane really appreciated that Dean had sprung for a motel so they could all get some real sleep, knowing damn well he was doing it for her, and maybe to get away from Sam. He had put up a real great façade for Bobby, but once they had left the hospital and the past few days had begun to really settle in, he let all the bullshit drop. Sam was currently in his own room, right across the hall from them, and Jane wasn't going to lie, she was a little worried he might bolt. Considering Dean had laid it all out for him once out of the hospital, he was still carrying issues and couldn't just wipe it all away, not this time. Sam hadn't seemed overly surprised by the admission, and she hadn't either, Dean was not known for being gentle when it came to minor mess-ups let alone the big ones, and this was the biggest ever.
"Dean…" She shifted, they were in the tiny bathtub, enjoying the warmth of the water and just taking a moment. He was sitting with his back to her chest, leaning back into her while she idly stroked his chest with her hands. Moments like these were already few and far between, she had a feeling she should be taking serious advantage of this. "About Sam."
"Janey, sweetheart, do we really have to talk about my feelings?" He closed his eyes, trying to relax, but it wasn't easy when she was prodded him for his emotions. "It's been a jacked up night, can't we just… enjoy this?" Considering she had had her legs broken and lungs removed not too long ago… "Why would Zachariah care about you? No offense, but…"
"Maybe because I'm an off-brand of psychic?" She had no idea and didn't want to dwell on Zachariah, he was ruthless, arrogant, and cruel… he fit the bill for a demon more than an angel, at least her prior concept of angels. She had learnt quickly that the majority of angels were dicks. She hesitated, remembering all the times Castiel had told her she was an anomaly, that she hadn't been accounted for, wondering if maybe she should share that information with Dean. It had never really seemed relevant, not to her, she was just some girl from Texas who happened to get dragged into all this. Could have happened to anyone really. "Dean…"
"When junkless was holding me, he said something about you." Dean seemed to be thinking along the same lines as her. "Said you were 'something else'."
"Um… Castiel, has said the same thing, a time or two." Jane wasn't surprised when Dean tensed and tilted his head so he could look at her. "I didn't really think anything about it because…-"
"You're nobody. No offense, again."
She nodded.
"I don't think you're nobody Jane, but… now I'm curious." Dean sighed, having swallowed down his first instinct to bite her head off. She had a habit of withholding information from him but he could see this being something she let slide just because in the grand scheme of things, it hadn't seemed important. Not with everything else going on. "So what'd Cas have to say?"
"Just that I hadn't been factored in, that they were unsure about me, demons too." Jane worried her bottom lip, really thinking about that now and then sighed. "Think it has to do with the broken psychic thing?"
"Well, we're pretty certain you're not one of Yellow Eye's kids, you're too old." Dean mused, reclining back against her, determined not to let what was left of their night go to Hell. "Jane, it could just be you're a messed up psychic."
"Telling me what could be the truth or just trying to make us both feel better?"
"All of the above."
