Set During 6.05: Live Free or Twihard.
107: What Have You Done
"Six girls in seven days."
Jane peered over Dean's arm as he studied the missing person's flyer Sam had handed him, cocking an eyebrow.
"And cute."
She elbowed her husband while Sam scoffed.
"Hey, ice cream comes in different flavors."
Jane hit him this time.
Laughing, Dean raised his arm up and over her, pulling her into his side. "I'm partial to Rocky Road."
"I'm going to Rocky your Road, jackass." She growled, nestling into him regardless.
Sam was staring at them like they were something mildly interesting. "Right… well… half dozen teens, nearing greatness… sounds like a profile."
"Or one of those pact things girls do." Jane commented, blinking when the brothers stared at her like she had lost her mind. "You know, like pregnancy pacts, suicide pacts… neither of you watch stupid drama news, do you?"
They both shook their heads no.
"Huh…"
"No more TV for you, sweetheart." Dean said after a long moment, wondering what the hell. "It's rotting your brain or something."
"Where the hell did he go?" Jane demanded, feeling somewhat out of breath when she regrouped with Sam near the Black Rose's back door. They had all chased after potential vampires and she had met Sam back here. He had a bit of blood on him but seemed fine. She had apparently been chasing down a wannabe. The Black Rose… she could see how that would be attractive hunting grounds for a vampire, a bunch of lonely, idiotic teenage girls… easy prey for both the undead and horny alike.
"No idea." Sam shrugged one shoulder. "I'll go this way."
Jane watched as he took off towards the alley, pretty sure that was the way Dean had gone anyway. Frowning, she took a step back towards the door, hesitating when her Stop, Something's Wrong sense decided to prod at her temples. "Fuck all…" She groaned, letting it guide her.
She jogged around the corner and nearly collided with Sam's back. "What the-" She sidestepped him, her gray eyes widening as she took in her husband. "DEAN!" He was on the ground, with what was obviously a vampire over him, the vamp's hand clamped over Dean's mouth.
Sam was moving past her, raising his machete.
Jane could only watch in horror as Sam mock battled the vampire, her head pounding a lovely ditty behind her eyes. Everything wrong with this scene was centered directly on her brother-in-law. She had had the feeling that something was off with him ever since they had 'met' after his supposed death but she had always attributed it to the fact that he had been in the cage with Lucifer and a pissed off arch angel. Now, she was realizing, whatever was wrong with Sam wasn't that… it was something else entirely.
That something had let Dean become infected.
"What have you done, Sam?" She whispered.
Dean was infected, he was one straw away from being a vampire. All Jane could do was stare at her husband, her eyes rimmed red from crying. Sam was moving around, Dean was huddled on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped over his head. He got up just as Sam pulled shut the curtains, shoving over a lamp. She winced when it hit the floor, breaking. "Dean?"
He pounded on the wall, looking beyond irritated. "Keep it DOWN!"
"Dean, there-" Jane shut up when he kneeled down in front of her. She was perched on the edge of one of the cheap wooden chairs, parting her legs to make room for him and reached out to place her hands on his shoulders. "Dean…"
"I can smell you, Janey…" He whispered, his eyes roaming over her intently. His leaned up towards her, brushing his nose against her neck, her pulse point. He could both hear and feel her heart fluttering wildly. "You smell…"
Delicious was the word he was probably going to use and all Jane could do was sit there, petrified.
"Afraid." He rumbled, growling as he pushed himself away from her.
"Dean, why don't you sit down?" Sam suggested.
"You sit down." But Dean returned to his place on the bed, cradling his head once more. "Of all the ways to die, this is not how I thought I'd go out…"
"Nobody is going out."
Dean wasn't paying Sam any attention, he was looking all over the room, eyes darting every which way. Finally his gaze landed on the bedside clock. "It's that!"
Jane and Sam watched in silence as he ripped it out of the wall, pieces of the wall coming with it, sparks shooting.
"You let him get turned."
Dean had given them the slip, he had informed them that 'vampires needed to pee', gone into the bathroom, and took off out the window. This had been after informing them that Samuel would kill him, per his request. That hadn't gone over well with Jane and Sam… Sam had been his weirdly calm, unruffled self. The inklings of something being wrong with Sam was now confirmed. He had not come back from Hell the person he had gone in as.
"You watched."
Sam stared at Jane, regarding her almost blankly. "Why do you think that?" He asked finally, sounding bored.
"Give it up, Sam. I already know you're not Sam."
"Fine."
It was weird, watching his features change. He had seemed bored before but now… everything just fell into a smooth, uncaring set. Sam did not care, about anything, that was now obvious. His eyes were cold, calculating, and totally lacking empathy. Jane wouldn't lie, it was frightening just how chilling and lifeless those eyes were. "What happened to you?" She whispered.
"Nothing happened to me, Jane. I just came back…" He considered it, finally offering up a single shouldered shrug. "Without a few things."
"Like a conscience?"
"I suppose. It'll be easier this way," He informed her, standing up from his place where Dean had been seated, on the bed. "You now know… enough, and I won't have to pretend with you."
"Pretend what?"
"Look Jane, ever since I came back, things have been different, with me."
"No shit." She snorted, leaning back in her chair in order to look up at him as he approached. It wasn't the first time, and probably not the last, that she wished her brother-in-law wasn't a giant. "Explain yourself."
"That's just it, there isn't anything to really explain. I'm different." He knelt down, resting his hands on her knees. "I don't really need to sleep much, eat much… I don't feel like I used to, Jane."
"Physically or…?"
He smirked though there was nothing really behind it. "Anything really, though I still like to have sex. If you're offering."
Her first reaction was to slap him and she followed it, though it hurt her more than him. Jane began cursing and shaking her hand, trying to shake out the sting. "Go to Hell, Sam."
"Been there, Janey." He snorted, not bothering to touch the raised, red and hot area her blow had left behind. Sam stood up, his hands moving from her knees to her shoulders, lifting her with him.
"Put me down!" Her feet were almost dangling, using her tip toes to try maintaining balance. "Sam!"
"If we're going to help Dean through this, we have to play nicely with each other…" His eyes searched hers intently, squeezing her shoulders gently but with a warning in the gesture. "And if you don't want too… I remember what you taste like, Jane."
She shuddered, remembering that. It had been during their hunt for the remaining Horsemen. She had smacked her head and bled from the wound. Sam, in his demon blood recovery days, had lapped at the wound and made the comment then that she didn't taste 'normal', whatever that had meant.
"I can see to it that Dean gets a sample." Sam took in the way her mouth fell open in shock and bent down to kiss her forehead. "Glad we understand each other."
If by chance they were somehow able to walk away from this and save Dean, Jane was going to inform him that his brother was a sociopath. Again.
Sam read those intentions in her gray eyes, digging his fingers mercilessly into her flesh. "And afterwards, you're going to keep this conversation to yourself."
"Why?" She demanded through grit teeth.
"Because Jane, so far, I've never seen a reason to tell Samuel about you and your little handicap."
That was actually a good thing, she didn't trust the Campbells.
"So don't give me a reason."
