A/N: Set during 5.02 Good God, Y'all. I am just now watching season 8, horrible I know, and there are just so many ideas. I'm still sorting out exactly how I want to go with Jane, I have some ideas, it's just a matter of working them in. Anyone have any suggestions they'd like to toss my way?
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71: Phone Calls
"Bobby, come on, old man…" Jane pleaded, really wishing he would do more than stare out the window. He had lapsed into silence a few days ago, the reality that he would never walk again having finally sunk in. She and the brothers had remained close, holing up in the motel not too far away and then spending their days here, in libraries, and scouring for a head's up on something they could chase. With the world literally going to Hell around them, it seemed there was a never ending supply of things to hunt but… nothing that would make much of a difference. "Eventually you need to growl at me or something, I won't stop." She peered into his face, not surprised by the lack of… anything.
"Give it a rest Jane, he's not going to say anything." Sam sighed, leaning in the open doorway, watching them.
"It's been three days, what gives?" Dean pushed past Sam, holding a large envelope. "He's going to come out of this, right?"
Shrugging, Jane pushed herself up off the floor and walked towards her husband. "What's that?"
He flashed the front of the envelope at her, displaying the 'X-ray' label. "Glamour shots, sweetheart." He passed it over to Sam, who immediately removed the images. "Doctors are… baffled."
Jane ignored his attempt to pull her into his arms and joined Sam, eyeballing the x-rays. "Is that what Castiel did?"
"Holy crap…" There was writing on Dean's ribs, Sam wasn't able to interpret it because it was Enochian, if what Jane and Dean had told him was correct. "This is… this is crazy."
"Yeah, well, Cas carved you one too, the both of you." Dean held out his arms, pouting slightly. "Now come here and fondle me, woman."
Sam rolled his eyes when Jane began giggling. "Get a room you two." He was saved by his cell ringing, happily answering it as Jane and Dean had a 'moment'. "Hello? Cas?"
Moment was over as Dean pulled away from his wife. "Well speak of the devil." His eyes narrowed when Sam said where they were.
A moment later, Castiel walked by, then stopped and stepped back, staring at them.
They just stared back.
"Well, I'm glad you're talking again."
"Shut up, idjit."
"Bobby, I don't have to bring you real food…"
Bobby, just in case Jane meant it, snatched away the Tupperware dish she had brought him. "How'd you even manage to make this?" He demanded, stuffing a forkful of what she called her 'road stew' into his mouth. After very disappointing news from the angel, Bobby had sunk back into depression and some serious anger, but… he was stowing the anger aside for the moment. Hospital food was disgusting.
Jane smiled, settling in the chair beside his bed, not about to really take the damn food. "I started keeping one of those counter stove top things in the Impala, now I just whip up whatever I can when I start feeling like hell from all that diner food."
Not that he would ever mention it to her, but he had missed her cooking, though this… "Road stew?"
"Whatever I find gets tossed into it." She leaned over to eyeball the contents of the bowl. "All fresh, sort of, I promise."
Sam cleared his throat.
She shot him a look that promised death.
"What the…." Bobby speared a French fry, holding it up. There was what he had assumed to be gravy dripping from it. "hell?"
Dean chuckled from his place in the corner of the room where he was on Sam's laptop.
"Dean felt the need to help."
Bobby was saved from wondering what else Dean had done that Jane was now feeding him by his phone ringing.
Jane's mind was still on that baby stroller. There had been blood in it, around it, but no baby… and her mind wasn't having any issues at all with supplying her with theories and images as to what could have happened. Bobby's phone call had been from Rufus and now, here they were, in Colorado. Dean had, like usual, tried talking her out of coming, which hadn't worked out so well. Right now, however, she was kind of wishing she had stayed behind. Seeing dead people, in this line of work, was just par for the course. Seeing people die horrific deaths, always sad, and gross, but… she didn't flinch as often anymore. Anything with children and she was usually at the 'I'm done' point for a while.
"I'm real glad to see you boys." Ellen said, turning to pull them in for a hug. That was immediately followed by her slapping them both upside their heads. "The can of whoopass I oughta open on you." She got Dean again. "Don't you know how to pick up a phone?"
Jane was pulled out of her thoughts by Ellen's hand upside her own head a second later. "Ow!"
"And you! I thought you knew better, girl!" Ellen hugged her next. "None of you could call? Ya'all allergic to giving me peace of mind?"
"Sorry, Ellen." She murmured, trying to return the hug and rub her head at the same time.
"Sorry." Dean echoed.
"Yeah, you better be, best be putting me on speed dial, all of you." Ellen began leading the way down some steps, not bothering to make sure they were following.
"What's going on, Ellen? Rufus didn't really give us… much to go on." Actually the reception had sucked. Dean glanced backwards, pleased to see Sam ushering Jane ahead of him. Sam had said he wasn't feeling the need to be juiced up, that he was back to whatever normal was for him, but Dean wasn't going to lie. It bothered the hell out of him that Sam had actually laid hands on Jane, even if he was in an altered state, and he'd be eyeballing his brother for some time yet just to make sure he was remaining on the straight and narrow.
"More than I can handle alone."
"How many demons are we looking at?" Sam asked.
"The entire town." Then Ellen hesitated and amended. "Well, what's not down here, or wasn't killed." She came to a halt outside a closed door, turning to stare at them. "This is it, isn't it? The end times?" When nobody immediately responded, she just nodded. "Has to be."
How in the blue hell did they tell her that the reason end times were here was because of them? Jane felt her insides begin doing their familiar 'I'm guilty' dance, and when Ellen's hand touched the doorknob, it turned into a familiar tugging.
Ellen knocked on the door. "It's me."
Full-blown migraine as soon as that door opened.
"Hey, honey, you all right?"
Jane did not open her eyes, knowing first-hand that would just be asking for trouble. She tried remembering the last time she had passed out from a migraine, it had been years… and one had never hit her so hard, came on so fast… "Please… water…"
"Oh yeah, yeah, hold on."
Jane listened as whoever it was bustled around, hearing a tap being drawn and what was the unmistakable sound of cupboards being searched. She knew that sound, Dean rustled in cupboards at Bobby's when he got the munchies. A moment later, a glass of water was pressed against her hand and she took it, automatically extending the other for what sounded like pills. "Tylenol?"
"The generic brand, you going to be okay, Jane?"
Gingerly, Jane cracked her eyes, waiting for them to adjust before swallowing down the pills and then focusing on Ellen. "I'm- I'm fine…" She swallowed down the pills and drained the glass before attempting to sit up, groaning softly. The migraine wasn't a migraine anymore, just a normal headache. Since when did her migraines just disappear within… "How long have I been out?"
"Twenty minutes or so." Ellen eased herself down onto the floor alongside the younger woman. "You probably would've knocked your head hard if Sam hadn't caught you. What happened?"
"No idea. I just… it came on so sudden." Jane leaned back against the wall. "Where are the boys?"
"Out looking for supplies, and for Rufus… and…"
"Jo's out there isn't she?"
Ellen nodded, attempting to smile. "I'm sure she's fine, she knows what she's doing. She's fine."
