Set during 6.01: Exile on Main St.
102: Once a Hunter Too
"Damn it."
"Nice to see you too, Bobby." Jane muttered, nudging past the older man, trying not to smile.
"It's been awhile." Dean stepped up behind her, frowning.
"If you two are here then something is wrong." Bobby said flatly, stepping aside so Dean could pass as well. He groaned when Sam appeared in the doorway next.
"Hi, Bobby."
"Sam."
"You knew?" Dean shared a look with his wife. She seemed unsurprised but annoyed, and wondered if everyone but him had known. Jane had told him how she had found out about Sam and they had discussed, sort of, the Samuel situation. They both agreed on one thing: too many dead people were back and that wasn't a coincidence. "You knew Sam was alive?"
"Well… yeah."
Jane noticed Bobby was shifting uncomfortably under Dean's stare but Sam… Sam was just staring, almost as if this was something mildly entertaining. "How long?"
"A year."
Jane was already crossing the floor to Dean, who looked ready to explode and take all of them with him. "Dean…"
"A year? A year! You have got to be kidding me, Bobby!"
"I'd do it again."
"Not helping, Bobby." Jane had an arm looped through Dean's, forcing him to sort of stay still, her gaze fastened on Sam.
"You got out Dean, you walked away." Bobby explained gruffly, his feathers just as ruffled as Dean's. "You were living your life, a normal life, and I was so damn grateful. You're damn right I'd do it all again."
What came out of Dean's mouth next made Jane let go of him and recoil, her eyes narrowing to slits. Walking away had cost him? She got that, on some level, it was all he had ever known. It meant giving up on Sam and admitting defeat finally, decidedly not Dean traits. But… ouch.
"It meant you and your wife getting out of this life and being together, properly."
"Because you and Sam asked me too."
Oh, ouch had turned into something else entirely. "I'm right here, Dean."
"You know what I mean, sweetheart."
"Don't think I do."
He ran his palm down his face, sighing heavily. "Jane… You seen how I was, the drinking and the nightmares. You know how hard it was for me to stop."
She'd give him that, but only just barely.
"What next?"
They had retired upstairs to their old room, away from Bobby and Sam. One thing both Jane and Dean could agree on was that those two sucked. Dean's words had hurt, but at least he was honest. All things considered, Jane had sort of learned that holding grudges was a great way to mess up already jacked situations.
"I don't know, hunt down the djinn. It's not like they aren't hunting us."
Jane had been sitting with her back to his chest, both of them on their old bed, but now she shifted. She moved until she was sitting facing him, studying him. "I'm coming." She informed him, not surprised to see the flicker of 'no' pass through his eyes. "And if you try to sneak off without me, or stop me from coming, I'm going to crack you upside your skill with the iron skillet."
"We haven't even been back for twenty minutes and already it's like you never left."
Christian was a cock bite, Jane decided the second time she met the guy. She wasn't overly keen on the Campbell clan period, they were all sort of that way, condescending. Granted, the Winchester's were well-known as 'those jackasses who nearly ended the world' throughout hunting circles but they were also the guys right there saving it too. Where the hell had these people been at ground zero?
These… people were in her house, going through her and Dean's things. Dean had excused himself to the kitchen, apparently preferring Samuel to the rest of them. She headed down the hall, frowning when she spotted one she hadn't bothered to get a name standing in the door of their spare bedroom. She had entertained the idea of it being a permanent guest room but they didn't really have guests over. They had kept Samantha a time or two, but usually in a pack 'n play, in their bedroom, because… paranoia.
So this room had been a storage area, for whatever crap they tended to pick up. It also held a few of the baby items they had acquired when they thought they were pregnant and the stack of baby magazines Dean had brought home. Needless to say, Jane didn't really care for this room, too many what if's had been locked in here. Seeing this person, this potential in-law, carelessly pawing through those things, those what if's. "What are you doing?"
"Who had a kid?"
"Get. Out."
"You're an idiot, Winchester."
"Love you too, Mrs. Winchester." Dean felt a bit better, less like he was dying, and a lot stupid. He had rushed those djinn and nearly paid the ultimate price for it. It was a rookie mistake, and they all knew it. They being him, Sam, and Jane. Samuel and the rest had left, not that he was bitching and from the way his wife had been acting earlier, he doubted she was either.
"You coming with me?" Sam asked, shifting from foot to foot as he stared down at his brother, ignoring the arched eyebrow Jane raised in his direction.
"No."
"I thought you-"
"I changed my mind." Dean felt Jane nudging herself against him and wrapped his arm around her, shaking his head.
"You do realize, you're still in danger, right? Jane is in danger."
"And that's something we'll deal with." It was like Sam had forgotten Jane was technically a hunter too. "Besides, you seen me out there, I'm rusty. I nearly got us both killed."
"Sounds like business as usual." Jane muttered, snickering when he squeezed her. "No offense Sam, but those people, the Campbells… I get they're your mom's folks but…"
"But they're assholes. They're damn fine hunters, but they're assholes."
"Thank you, Dean."
