Set during Season 5, Episode 11: Sam, Interrupted.
84: Crazy
"You were referred to me by a…" Fuller eyed the clipboard, frowning slightly. "Dr. Babar in Chicago."
"That's right." Dean shifted comfortably in his seat, smiling at the psychiatrist.
"Isn't there an elephant with the same name?"
Dr. Fuller looked over his shoulder, smiling. "My thoughts exactly. Gentlemen, this is Ms. Clemens, she's writing an article on… well…" He managed to look humble.
"I'm writing a piece for the Monitor about Dr. Fuller and some of his more extraordinary cases." Jane tucked a strand of her straightened black hair behind her ear, staring at the pair from behind her wire-rimmed glasses. "Do you mind my being here?"
"Course not sugar." Dean grinned at her before giving his attention back to Fuller. "Monitor, huh? What is that? An e-zine or something?"
"No, no, it's… well, enough about that."
Jane dutifully took notes as Dean and Sam got themselves committed, her eyes widening as they told this guy the legit truth. When Fuller glanced back at her, she arched an eyebrow, mouthing 'wow'. He nodded his agreement, already for his phone.
It looked like her boys were about to be committed. The only thing that was surprising was the fact that she wasn't as well.
"Castiel, if you get this, I could… I would like to talk to you, please." The last time Jane had called for Castiel, she had more like yelled and demanded his presence. He and Uriel had taken Dean, needing him to do their dirty work. That had ended badly and she had been furious with Cas for months afterwards. After rattling off the address, she hung up and waited patiently, finally hearing a knock at the door and blinked. That was odd.
"Jane."
But it was him, so she opened the door, stepping back to let him into the room. She folded her arms around herself, feeling a bit awkward. This was the first time she had ever worked a case without at least one of the brother's by her side. Sam and Dean were both currently enjoying Glenwood Springs psych ward's hospitality.
Castiel looked around the room, finally giving her the full force of his stare. "Where is Dean and Sam?"
"On a hunt."
"Dean does not know you called me?"
"No, he doesn't."
Castiel tilted his head to the side, regarding her, a frown furrowing his brow. "What is it?"
Jane took a seat on the edge of her bed, folding her hands in her lap and stared at her knees. "I want to know what I am."
"You're human."
"No, that's not all, and you know it. You've known Cas. How many times have you said I'm an anomaly?"
"Jane-"
"And Lucifer, he called me God's last experiment." Jane got up again, beginning to pace. She was fairly close to ripping out her own hair. "Dean has been… off, with me since he came back from wherever it was Zachariah sent him, that future. And he's not telling me the truth about everything; I had to find out from Chuck that I can't be possessed by demons. How would Lucifer know anything at all about me?"
"Lucifer was once one of God's most favored… it is possible he possesses information we do not, the other archangels do not." Castiel said slowly, still unsure of what she expected from him. "What is it you wish of me?"
"Find out… what I am."
"…if there is one more outburst… I will transfer you to a facility that is equipped to handle violent patients. And, believe me, they will far, far less forgiving."
From behind Fuller, Jane pulled a face as she stared at Sam. He had asked to see the good doctor, after trying to kill him. She was guessing whatever the baddie here was, Sam had assumed it had been the doctor. Either he still thought that and was trying to get back into Fuller's good graces for another crack, or he had been wrong and nearly killed an innocent man. Either way, Sam was on thin ice. "You said you thought Dr. Fuller was a monster," She began curiously, looking up at Sam from beneath her glasses. "Why on earth would you think that? And what kind of monster?"
"Ms. Clemens, do you really think this is pertinent to the article?"
"It does show an interesting insight into the mind of your patient and your ability to… well, never mind, I won't worry about it. Maybe we'll just stick with something easier… like some bi-polar clients…"
Fuller considered that, noting how her tone had gone from interested to just bored and dutiful. "No, this is fine, it's fine, really. You will let me review your notes?"
"Of course."
"It was a wraith." Sam interjected before Jane could be whisked away. "You have to kill them with silver."
"Oh really? That's very… interesting, sir." She nodded at him, message received.
That was gross. Jane surveyed the wraith, who apparently was the nurse, the happy one, the evil one… she eyeballed the things coming from the wraith's wrists, shuddering and pushed her way through the door. She had followed droplets of blood, to a padded room, and somehow… it hadn't been surprising to find Sam in there, strapped down to the bed.
She was here after hours, wearing scrubs, and trying not to get caught by any of the night shift staff. Given that she had been reading reports of the boys and their craziness, along with the suspicious deaths that had occurred, she figured it was only a matter of time before she became a widow. Dean might've been a lying shit but he was hers and she was reserving the right to kill him.
"Get away from him." She ordered, eyes on the skewer type thing that was dangerously close to Sam's already scrambled eggs.
"You're…" The wraith stared at Jane, smiling slightly. "You're that little reporter, now how on earth did you get in here?"
"Get away from him."
"Do you really think this is going to end well for you?"
"Probably not."
"You get away from him –them… Jane?"
Dean was here and Jane inwardly sighed. He sounded… woozy, at best. She couldn't keep herself from shuddering as that skewer thing retracted back into the wraith's wrist. Nor could she stop herself from letting out a shriek when a silver knife went whizzing past her head, promising herself she would slap the hell out of Dean at a later point in time. What was worse was the fact that he had missed and she rolled out of the way as the wraith moved, catching Dean going flying from the corner of her eye.
While Dean struggled with the wraith, Jane scurried for the knife. She heard a scream, turning to find that skewer had been broken off, and swallowed down bile. Dean was staring at it, his hand clenched around it before shuddering and letting it drop. Another scream, this one filled with less anguish and more rage, and Jane darted forward. "Hey!"
The wraith turned and was greeted to Dean's blade right through what Jane was hoping a heart.
"You're going to take all that crap, and you're going to bury it. You got me? You're going to forget about it and keep going."
Dean could be such a charmer, Jane mused, leaning against the Impala as he sort of shouted at Sam. She was never setting foot in a mental hospital again, not unless she was there to check herself in. Wraith was killed and they had bolted, the boys following her since she was the one who had parked the car.
"That's how we don't wind up like Martin. You got me?"
Sam just stared at his brother.
"Come on, Sam."
"Dean, leave him alone." Jane ordered, stepping up to place a hand on his shoulder. "Not everyone is as big a jackass as you."
"Thanks sweetheart." He snorted, staring down at her, frowning. "Remind me again, which side are you on?"
"Mine."
