Sorry for the delay between chapters, and if this one seems short and odd, it's because it is, on both accounts. This is a 'getting back into it' chapter.
82: Last Night on Earth
"All right big boy."
"Ellen… losing horse there." Jane cautioned, watching as Ellen picked up what would be her fourth shot. She had already done three, and five filled shot glasses were lined up in front of Castiel, who looked vaguely bemused at this 'game' he had been pulled into.
Ellen grinned up at the younger woman from her spot at the table before turning her attention back to Castiel.
Castile merely shrugged before systematically draining all five of his without stopping.
"Holy crap, Cas." Jane was going to stick with her beer, already knowing Castiel couldn't get drunk, or if he could, it would take a lot more then what they probably had.
"I think I'm starting to feel something."
Jane turned away in time to catch Jo both grinning and gawking at the same time, shaking her head. Angels were messed up. She ambled out of the kitchen, not surprised to find her three men gathered at the desk. Sammy was saying something about it being a trap and it didn't take a genius to figure out what they were talking about.
Dean, Sam and Jo had gone after the Colt, and it had apparently been a lot easier than any of them had anticipated because the demon who had it –Crowley- had basically given it to them. He had told them he wanted the Devil dead. That was a first, from a demon.
"Sam Winchester, having trust issues with a demon. Imagine that."
Jane slapped her husband upside the back of his head. "Be nice."
Sam nodded at her, smirking as Dean rubbed the spot she had gotten. "Thank you for your continued support."
"Anytime, bro." She saluted him with her beer, winking.
Growling, Dean pulled her down onto his lap, looping his arm around her waist. "You're supposed to be on my side, sweetheart, what gives?"
"I'm not on anyone's side."
"Typical woman."
Jane felt like slapping them both when the brothers clinked their bottles together, looking at Bobby for help and he simply shook his head.
"Leave me outta it." He grunted.
"Refills, sweetheart?"
Nodding, Jane slid off his lap, growling when she felt his hand slap her backside as she walked away. She took her own sweet time in getting them their refills, instead opting to have another one herself before returning to them. That'd teach them…
"They acting up?"
Jane glanced over as Jo joined her in leaning against the counter, shrugging slightly and grinned. "When aren't they?" It was hard to believe that everyone could seem so… happy, or at least pretend to be, when tomorrow was very likely going to be their last day on this earth. They had all already had so many close calls, somewhere there had to be a rule stating they weren't getting anymore free passes. "They're entitled to, I suppose."
Jo accepted the beer she was passed, gathering it had been for Dean when Dean's jaw dropped. "He can't keep his eyes off you."
"Or his beer." Jane smirked, watching as Dean pushed himself out of his chair and headed their way. "It's the beer."
Jo just grinned, taking a long swallow. "Mm mm good."
"I bet." Dean looked them both over, shaking his head. "Dangerous mission tomorrow, ladies."
They both hemmed and hawed. Jane knew what was coming, she had been on the receiving end of this line once or twice before. It usually worked, after she was done laughing.
"Guess it's time to eat, drink, and… you know, make merry." He wiggled his way between them, wrapping an arm around Jane's shoulders.
"Wait…" Jo nearly snorted out her beer, taking a step away so she could turn to stare at him, amusement written all over her face. "You're giving your wife the last night on earth speech?"
"It's not working, that's the sad part." Jane was trying not to laugh, really she was. Sure, later on, he'd convince her in a more pleasing manner, but right now… it was just hilarious. "Sometimes I wonder how you ever get laid, Dean."
He growled at that, pulling her flush against him and bent down until he was kissing the side of her throat. "I can remind you if you want, sweetheart."
"Not in my kitchen!"
Bobby wasn't even in the kitchen but they automatically stepped apart. Jane was flushed while Dean looked pretty pleased with himself.
"Everybody get in here!"
They all trudged out of the kitchen, spotting Bobby tinkering with a camera. Ellen was the first to say what they were all thinking. "Oh come on Bobby, nobody wants their picture taken."
"Hear, hear." Sam toasted her.
"Shut up and get in the corner idjit, it's my beer you're drinking."
Nobody could argue that and they all lined up, even Castiel, who seemed amused with the entire deal. "Is this customary?" He asked curiously, watching as Bobby rolled himself towards them.
"No, but I'm going to need something to remember all your sorry asses by." Bobby grunted.
Nobody smiled.
"I still can't believe you tried using that last night on earth thing on me, Dean." Jane commented later that night, long after everyone was supposedly in bed. She highly doubted anyone was doing much sleeping, not with what they were fixing to do in the morning.
"I still can't believe you turned me down. Of all nights to give it up, this is the night, Janey." He replied, smirking when she swatted his chest. They were just lying in bed, she was snuggled against him, and contrary to his words, he felt no desire to initiate sex, not right at this moment. He was content to hold her, to feel her pressed against him. "You're not going tomorrow, Jane."
She had known this was coming and wondered how many times they were going to have this conversation? Would this be the last? He had given her this speech before, and she had ignored him then. She planned on ignoring him now. "Don't even bother, I'm going."
"Jane-"
"Dean."
He gently moved her off of him just so he could roll to hover over her, staring intently down into her grey eyes. "You are not going, Jane. End of discussion."
She just smiled at him, reaching up to cup his face. "Yes, I am. Don't bother trying to talk me into staying here, Dean, you already know I can't. I have to be there. Jo and Ellen are going."
"And they shouldn't be, damn it! None of you should."
"Dean Winchester, what the hell gives you the right to tell us we can't fight? This isn't just your fight, it's all of ours and there is no way in hell I'm not going to be there, by your side."
"Damn it, Jane…" His head dropped, his forehead meeting hers, and closed his eyes. What could he say to that? "You're going to be the end of me."
