100: Unsettled

The holidays were the worst. This was their first Christmas without Sam, and Dean was still wavering between calm and mopey over the could've-been a baby. They were cooped up inside as gentle snow turned to seriously crap weather, and then their house seemed too small for the both of them, and Baby.

When there were signs of warmer months approaching, the melancholy mood that had dampened the house seemed to lift. Even Dean was starting to walk around with a bounce in his step. The snow receded, turning dirty gray and brown shades as it melted, revealing soon-to-be mud and potential grass beneath.

It was when the first buds on the trees appeared that they both came out of their winter gloom. The past year had been a rough, rocky path that they had navigated clumsily. This new life of theirs… that was uncharted waters for them both, and prematurely adding the possibility of a kid to the mix had made those waters murky.

"Let's go for a drive."

"A drive?"

Jane nodded, not looking up from her morning cup of coffee, though she was aware Dean was staring at her now. "Sure, snow is gone."

"Your car or my truck?" He asked after a moment of consideration.

"Why don't we take Baby?"

Dean knew she didn't mean the dog and his eyes began sparkling. He hadn't had his beloved Impala out in months, not really. Sure, he had taken the cover off of her, tinkered and tuned her up a bit, but that was it. "Bad roads will probably still be muddy, slick…" He drawled, trailing a finger along his lips.

Jane was peering at him from beneath her new heavy fringe of bangs, something the girl's from the office had talked her into. Most days, she found them to be an annoyance and pulled them back with clips or a headband, she hadn't gotten around to it yet. Dean seemed to like the newish look, though perhaps it was because it hid her eyes a bit and they had been on some stiff ground lately. "As long as you were to stay out of the mud… could be fun." She suggested, trying to keep her lips from lifting into a grin.

"Could be."


Could be turned out to be a definite yes. If Jane didn't trust Dean she would have probably pissed herself repeatedly. He was enjoying being out in Baby again and it showed. She knew why the Impala had been retired. It was noticeable, it was a classic car that Dean now kept in perfect condition, it would attract attention. Not to mention, it was a signature Winchester item, demons and the like would also recognize it.

Luck was on Dean's side today, they were so heading to jail if a cop spotted him tearing down the back roads, slipping and sliding. Trusted him for sure, that did not mean she forewent her seat belt.

"Son bitch, you hear her?" Dean was in one of his versions of Heaven, sparing an excited look at his wife. He grinned when he seen she was smiling as well, reaching over to give her thigh a squeeze. His wife could deal him some of the most crushing blows he had ever and would ever experience, but then there were moments when she lifted him so high it hurt just to look down.

"She sounds good."

"Damn right she does!" He took a turn a bit sharper than he had intended too, holding his breath as he got Baby back under control. "Maybe I'm out of practice." He said, pulling off road as much as he dared. So far, he hadn't noticed much in the way of traffic, which was a good thing. He wasn't going in a ditch, not on his first run in awhile.

"You?" Jane teased, shifting in her seat until she was facing him, leaning back against the door. "Never."

"Evil wench." He growled, checking the road again before sliding his seat back as far as it would go. "C'mere, Janey."

If this was to be a go-round it wouldn't be their first go-round in the Impala, but they generally kept to the backseat, where there was just a hint more room. Carefully, Jane maneuvered herself onto his lap, adjusting with him when he let his seat recline. "Comfy?"

"Mmmhmm." He wrapped his arms around her, shoving his hands into the back pockets of her jeans and squeezed, grinning. "Very."

She studied his face, taking in how relaxed he seemed. That was a first in a while and she hoped it lasted longer than this car ride. "I love you, Winchester." She murmured, bending down to capture his lips in a kiss.

"I love you too, Mrs. Winchester." He rumbled when she just barely pulled away, one hand sliding up her back until he was grasping the back of her neck, not allowing her to put anymore distance between them. They hadn't been intimate since she had revealed there was no baby. There had been a stiffness between them, one he hadn't known how to overcome and hadn't been sure he wanted too. There had been the option of trying for real this time, he knew that was still on the table, but as he hadn't said one way or another, Jane had quietly gone back on her birth control. He knew all it would take was one word from him and she'd stop, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to give it.

Given that they were both healthy adults, and he usually had a libido that must have run on magic, the lack of sex had been depressing. Actually, it had probably contributed to some of the negativity in their house. They were usually affectionate, kissing and pawing each other, and their extracurricular activities had never been lacking. Until the News.

Jane responded to his kisses and touch with the clichéd desperation of a woman dying of extreme thirst and his lips were the drink she needed to survive. She could feel his hands moving to her jacket, beneath it and beneath her sweater, his palms scorching on her skin. "This isn't the best place for this…" She murmured, her lips brushing against his jawline.

"Can't wait." He grunted in response, arching his hips upwards against hers.

That was fair enough, she didn't overly feel like waiting either. She immersed herself in him, letting the space situation sort itself out as they fumbled with unnecessary clothing, most of it hers. The idea of possibly being caught was just more fuel to the flames, and she raised her head one last time to make sure they were alone.

Her eyes landed on something, upright, two legs, human… there was a familiar and very unwelcome jolt and a brief flash of pain behind her eyes. She could feel Dean's hands on her hips, the roughness of his stubble against her throat, but all that was background as she stared at the lurker. There was nothing… threatening coming from it, but it was unsettling her. There was a sense of familiarity that was also unsettling.

She was unsettled.