Set during 6.02
104: Just Like That
"Sweetheart?"
Jane was pretty sure every bone in her body was shattered, and her head was ringing. Hitting the wall at full force had rattled her good. "Where's the baby?" She managed to gasp out, feeling Dean pulling her up from her awkward sprawl on the floor.
"Sam's got him." Dean wasn't overly concerned with the shifter baby right now. He was concerned about what he and Sam had come back too. There had been an adult shifter, fighting Jane, and obviously winning. It looked like she might've socked the guy, but she definitely hadn't won the fight. Sam had shot the shifter, and they were not getting their deposit back. "Anything broken?" He held her at arm's length, giving her a thorough look over.
"Just rattled and sore." She said after a few moments, gingerly giving her limbs wiggles. "Think that's the same shifter from the store?"
"Maybe." Satisfied she wasn't in need of a hospital, Dean turned to stare down at the fresh corpse. "But just in case, we should bail."
"Well aren't you just the best disguise a monster ever wore?"
Jane really did not like her in-laws and narrowed her eyes at Gwen, shifting her body –and the baby- away from the other woman. Gwen had reached out to pet Bobby John, cooing the words like an insult.
"Chill Jane, it was a joke."
"I'm laughing on the inside." Jane replied dryly, shooting a glare at Dean. Coming here had not been her idea, and Dean hadn't seemed overly thrilled by it when Sam suggested coming to Samuel. She'd of preferred to go back to Sault Ste. Marie and deal with more Native American skeletons than come here. Her eyes narrowed when one of the men started approaching, aware of Dean moving to stand in front of her.
"You got something to say?" Dean challenged. "No? Good. You just stand there and think at me." His attention turned to Sam and Samuel when they walked in, taking a step backwards so he was beside his wife.
"What's our next move?"
Samuel's eyes were on Jane and Bobby John, not Sam. "I have some ideas. Jane, let me see him."
Jane's automatic response was to shake her head no and keep her body turned away. Her radar had been pinging her ever since they stepped into this place, and now with Samuel's presence, it was threatening to evolve from ping to headache. "I got him."
Samuel halted, taking in the husband and wife. "What do you think I'm going to do?"
Dean was already shaking his head, a smile that wasn't a smile playing his lips. "You don't want me to answer that."
Jane was watching Christian making his way towards them. He was still a cock bite, she doubted her view of him would ever change. When he opened his mouth, his words cemented that thought. She listened as the Campbell's and relatively small one man clan of Winchester went back and forth, noting that Sam was definitely in the Campbell camp. Something was off about him and she knew he attributed it to his time in hell, but it was… disconcerting, to put it mildly. Her gray eyes narrowed when Sam appeared before her, watching his large hands reaching for the baby.
"I got him, Jane." He said softly, shifting Bobby John from her.
Yeah, he had Bobby all right. Had him for two seconds before passing him off to Samuel.
"Come on, honey, you have to be quiet." Jane soothed, pacing the floor of the panic room, trying to calm down the wailing Bobby John. Dean was guarding the door, gun at the ready. After a very tense conversation with the Campbells, and their decisions to raise the shifter infant, and following insults… something had set off the dogs guarding the compound. She and Dean had been sent down here to keep the baby safe while everyone else was on high alert. The something was probably a Something as there was gunfire.
"I'm going up there, Jane." Dean informed her, unable to stay still and wait. "You going to be all right?" He took in her walk, the way she was still limping, then began reconsidering. She wouldn't be able to do another go-round with a shifter, not with the baby.
Jane looked ready to panic and when the door opened behind Dean, panic turned into something resembling fear and disgust.
Dean turned in time to see what was obviously a shifter who was already morphing out of his Sam disguise. There was no shedding but he didn't have time to immediately process that because a moment later, Dean was staring at himself.
"Give me the baby."
"Not a chance."
Jane could only watch as shifter Dean beat the hell out of her Dean, struggling with the desire to put down Bobby John to help her husband and the urge to protect the baby that was not hers. She knew right then and there that as long as they were in this life, or in chance of being dragged back into it, there was just no way they could have children of their own. Kids were a liability and forced them into making decisions that were best left to people who didn't have to worry about this shit. "No." She shook her head as the shifter approached her.
The shifter wasn't looking at her but the baby, appraising Bobby John before finally nodding. "You took good care of him."
She gathered that meant he might let her live.
"Give him to me."
She also got the feeling that this guy didn't ask very often but still shook her head no.
Not phased, the shifter gripped her by the throat, backing Jane until she was against the wall and began lifting her. With his free hand, he took Bobby John, still staring at her.
"I don't know what to do, Jane."
All things considered, her washing dishes while he dried them seemed rather… odd, especially given their last few days. She knew he had been mulling this hunting thing over, stewing on it since they had gotten back, and now her patience of not bothering him was apparently paying off. She said nothing, just handed him another dish.
"If I thought we'd be left alone, or that you'd be safe…"
They wouldn't, she wouldn't. Something would always pop up. Something was going on anyway, and they both knew it. Dean had even said as much to Sam in so many ways, not that Sam had confirmed anything. Sam hadn't had too, he had denied but that had meant jack shit. "Let's just go."
"What?"
"Pack up and hit the road." She shut off the water and took the clean towel he passed her, drying her hands. "Something will always drag us back and it's silly to think we'll be left alone. Especially now."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
