A/N: Set during 5:14: My Bloody Valentine. Anything you recognize is from the show, including quotes and paraphrased stuff that I partially remembered.
This story is a lot longer than I had originally thought it would be because honestly, I hadn't expected to write much concerning Supernatural or get the positive feedback I have (you guys rock!). It's still pretty darn long though, so... I've been thinking about ending it soon and maybe picking it back up as a sequel or something. Or I can just keep on trucking with this lovely 87 chapters, 100,000+ words, and still going story and stop over thinking it.
So, Poll:
A) Continue on with End of Me and keep going season by season, with more original Dean/Jane content.
B) Time to end End of Me and eventually do a sequel.
C) Call it a day and give Jane/Dean some sort of ending.
87: Stupid Cupid
"Have you found anything out?"
"Jane, it is hard to learn anything about you without drawing attention to you." Castiel said, studying her thoughtfully. She had called him and he had come, literally called him, because she was warded, just like the brothers were. "There are many eyes on the Winchester's, and the less known about you the better."
"So you do know something?" Jane knew Castiel's time was probably not spent hunting down information about her dubious normality, but… he was the only supernatural being she somewhat trusted. Lucifer might've done something to fix or help her, but she trusted that about as much as she actually trusted Lucifer. Anything from Satan had strings, of that she had no doubt. Strings that involved Sam.
"Only what is already known. You and Dean are-" Castiel looked surprised when his pocket began ringing, glancing down. "Is that me?"
"Your phone, yes." It was almost comical, the way his blue eyes got so large.
"I'm going to hang up now."
"Yeah." Dean stared at Castiel, closing his own cell and slipping it back into his pocket, taking in the newly arrived angel and his wife. "You were with Jane?"
"She called me." Castiel was already walking towards the body. "These marks are angelic."
"Why'd you call him?"
"I think you'll find similar marks on the other couples."
"Because I asked him to help me learn about my experiment status." Jane said simply, looking around the room. They were in a hospital morgue, and she wasn't looking at the bodies. She had seen enough bodies recently.
"Jane…"
"So," Sam interrupted, before they derailed why they were actually here. "What do these marks mean?"
Castiel was examining the hearts, finally putting them down. "It's a mark of union. This man and women were intended to mate."
"Like… soul mates?"
"Something similar. You and Jane would also bear these marks." He turned to study them next, frowning slightly. "Possibly."
"Why possibly?"
"Because, while Jane is your mate, she is also… special."
"She was custom designed for me." Dean said after a moment, remembering what he had been told in the possible future. "Okay, it was explained to me that she's my soul mate, with a few extra tweaks."
"I suppose you could look at it that way. I already told Jane, investigating her draws attention to her. Is that wise?"
"Not really." Dean would prefer that heaven and hell remain focused on him and Sam. It sucked to be sure, but Jane was in enough danger just by being associated with them. Demons and angels didn't really need to have her private line. "Back to business, who put the marks on these people?"
"Well, your people call them Cupid."
"I'm sorry, but when I think Cupid, I either see those fat babies with wings or I think of mythology." The story of Cupid and Psyche came to mind, and for some reason, so did the cartoon movie Fantasia. Jane picked at her plate of French fries, trying not to be amused as Dean took in the restaurant. Cas had said this would be a good place to start their Cupid hunting.
Dean was busy pouring ketchup onto his burger. "Why would a Cupid or whatever it is come here?"
"Because this is a place of human reproduction," Castiel was staring at Dean, more to the point, the cheeseburger in Dean's hands. "It's the kind of place Cupid will come too."
Dean slowly lowered his burger.
"Wait, you're not hungry?" Sam cocked an eyebrow.
"No. I'm not."
Castiel was already leaning across the table. "So you're not going to finish that?" He lifted the burger from Dean's hands.
The last time Jane could remember Castiel eating anything, it hadn't been Castiel but his host, Jimmy. That had been weird enough, but she had gotten it. Being tethered to an angel had to be hungry work. "You feeling alright, Cas?"
He nodded, busy chewing, eyes focused across the room. "He's here."
"Gross man, don't talk with your mouth full."
Castiel fixed her with a flat stare.
"So, Famine is in town." It wasn't surprising, not really, they had already tangled with War. It made sense that his brothers were about, but to go from Cupid to Famine. That was a leap Jane would not have made on her own. Castiel's vessel's hunger apparently was a clue, and so were the people who had gone from sexy times to eating each other, still gross. "And he was going to munch on that soul in the briefcase… remind me again, how do we stop a horsemen?"
"How'd you stop the last one?" Castiel asked through another mouthful. When Jane shot him a look, he swallowed down what remained and had the grace to look as sheepish as possible for him. "I apologize." His apology was marred by the fact that he had almost immediately started looking in his empty White Castle bag, sighing sadly.
"Cut off the ring." Dean was staring at Castiel as well. "What the hell, man?"
"It seems that I've, um, developed a taste for ground beef."
"Have you tried stopping?"
"I'm an angel, I can stop anytime I want."
Jane snorted.
"Nobody believes that." Dean shook his head, turning to look into the bathroom at Sam. "Hey, you about done in there? We gotta go kill us another horseman."
"Uh, I don't think I can go with you. Take Jane." Sam said weakly, stepping out of the bathroom and reluctantly meeting Dean's gaze.
"No offense to Jane, but what the hell man?"
"No offense taken." She said dryly, folding her arms across her chest. She knew he wasn't overly keen on being alone with her, not after what they had learned from Cupid. John and Mary Winchester had been purposefully put together, made to fall in love, with the sole purpose of creating Sam and Dean. That raised questions about her and Dean, and she knew the same thought had crossed his own mind.
They were soul mates, marked apparently to be together, and she had been given some extra gifts, like downloadable content, only there hadn't been an instruction manual. Had Dean been guided to that bar all those years ago? If not for angels meddling around, would she even be here now? Love him?
Stupid Cupid.
"Sam, all of the times to relapse…" Jane sighed, sinking down onto the bathroom floor, staring at her brother-in-law. Dean and Castiel had gone off to deal with Famine while she got to remain behind, babysitting Sam, who was craving demon blood. Sam was also handcuffed to the pipes beneath the bathroom sink.
"It's not a relapse." Sam muttered, staring at the wall. "Cas said it's… I'm infected."
"Yeah, I got that."
"Why aren't you infected?"
Jane considered that, frowning slightly. Castiel, an angel, had a serious hunger issue going on. Sam was craving demon's blood. Dean didn't seem affected, and she didn't either. "Maybe it's just one of those bonus perks of mine. I can't be possessed either, so why not this?" Not that that would stop Famine from possibility murdering her with a migraine, like War had nearly done. If that would even work now, after Lucifer tinkering in her head.
"You're just as big a freak as I am Jane, you know that?"
"I'd forgotten what a dick you can be when you need a fix, Sam." Jane sighed, leaning her head back until it rested against the door. She and Sam were trapped in here, together, and she had a Taser of all things. She had heard something being placed against the door, wondering whose bright idea that had been. "Here's a better question… why isn't Dean infected?"
"It's… it's Dean." Sam said after a moment. "He wants to eat, he eats. He wants to drink, he drinks. Sex… he has you."
"Point made." She fixed him with what was becoming a 'look', one she reserved just for him. "Still, he shouldn't be immune to it. Dean's not well enough adjusted to have a pass."
"Famine is about hunger, Jane, sweetheart-"
"Don't call me that, Sammy."
"And Dean is well fed."
They lapsed into silence after that, Sam moving restlessly, as much as the cuffs would allow him. Jane simply sat there, mentally reviewing what they had learned tonight, and mulling over reasons why neither she or Dean seemed to be affected by the hunger issue. Perhaps Dean was experiencing issues now?
Her musings were interrupted by something shifting in the empty room, moving, and Jane tilted her head to the side.
"Are they back?" Sam asked, glancing up when he heard scraping outside the door. "Because… if they are, I'm not… better…"
Frowning, Jane shook her head, pushing herself off the floor. A second later, the door was open and she was thrown backwards.
"Jane!" Sam tried to reach out, maybe catch her, but it was hard to break her fall or do anything really when he was stuck on the floor. He could only watch as she stumbled and the backs of her knees hit the tub ledge. A second later, the back of her head had connected with the shower wall and she was crumpled in the bathtub. More than panicking, he looked at their attackers.
