Set during 6.05: Live Free or Twihard

108: Something with Sam

Sam had called for Samuel. Against Jane's wishes. She knew when the head of the Campbells arrived he would have a cure-all for Dean, one that fixed the vampire issue and everything else. It was a permanent cure. She was not pleased. She was even less pleased when Sam had reiterated his threat to spill her secret, not that she was totally against them knowing anymore. Not it meant some kind of leverage to help Dean. But… given that it looked like she was about to be a widow, again, Jane didn't want it to be used against her as in some sort of weird Supernatural treasure detector attempt by her shady in-laws.

When there was a knock at the door, Sam gave her a look and she correctly interpreted it to mean 'keep your mouth shut'. Folding her arms over her chest, Jane just gave him what she hoped was a cool and uncaring look. Sam had ruffled her feathers, which wasn't anything new. But he had done it in a manner that was. Even during his blood drinking days, underneath, to the core, it had been Sam. This was something else entirely.

"Can't keep track of your brother?" Were Samuel's first words when he was in the room, a duffel bag over his shoulder.

Sam looked momentarily annoyed. "Well, I didn't think he-"

"You just didn't think." Jane cut in bitterly, which was maybe a half-truth. Honestly, she had no idea what Sam had been thinking at the time.

"All right, you two." Samuel studied Jane thoughtfully, finally walking over to place what he meant to be a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I know you're worried about him, sweetheart."

Only Dean called her that as a rule but… Jane didn't know what to think or feel right now, she was rapidly reaching the point of drained. She just nodded miserably.

Samuel looked back to Sam, the somewhat tender look fading into something else. "He's not himself right now, Sam. He's a monster, he's hungry and you got to be ready to do the right thing."

"I knew he'd kill me when he showed up."

Everyone turned, Sam and Samuel drawing machetes while Jane took a few steps forward, hesitating only when Dean held out a hand to stop her.

"Did you feed?" Samuel demanded harshly.

Jane was ignoring Dean's outstretched hand, cautiously approaching him. Her heart was thudding in her chest and he knew it, his eyes were narrowed on her, head tilted to the side. "Dean." She whispered when she was only inches away. She would never admit it outside of her head, but if it came down to it, she'd let him turn her too just so they could run off and still be together. Or die together. Love had royally screwed her up.

"Damn you, Janey." His voice was low, softer than her whisper had been. "Stay away."

"No." She was directly in front of him, reaching out to press her palm against his cheek and watched as he leaned into it, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Dean," Samuel interrupted their little moment, his tone stern. "Did you feed?"

"No." Dean didn't bother opening his eyes.

"Thank God." Samuel breathed, lowering his weapon.

"I could though." That was soft enough so only Jane heard it. She winced but didn't move away, aware Dean was now watching her.

"But you won't."

He shook his head, more in awe at her faith in him than anything… and her stupidity. Loving him had made her stupid. "You trust me to much, sweetheart."

"You don't trust yourself enough."

"You're damn right." He gently but firmly pushed her away, stepping around to face Samuel. "All right," he was removing his jacket. "Do it." Before he did drink, from his delicious smelling wife.

"Okay… If you insist." Samuel looked vaguely amused. "Or I can just turn you back."


This cure was not going to be easy, and Jane had protested when Dean insisted he go solo to get the blood of the vampire who had turned him. Sam had too, Dean had informed them both they smelled like walking Happy Meals, her with a side of pie. Neither had gone.

Once he was out the door, Sam had began gathering up supplies while Samuel eyed him. "What the hell is wrong with you, Sam?"

Jane perked at that. Samuel didn't sound very happy with his grandson and she was hoping she wasn't the only one who was in on the fact that Sam wasn't Sam, it would make a lot of things easier for her.

Sam peered sideways at her from his place bent over the bag before straightening. "What?"

He looked so innocent, he was really good at this faking thing, but she was some sort of weird psychic. Jane snorted, moving to grab her own things.

"You knew about the cure."

And she had stopped, turning to stare at Sam.

Sam pointedly looked at Jane, then at Samuel. "No, I didn't."

"We talked about it months ago."

"Not me, must've been Christian."

Samuel didn't say another word, his gaze on Jane.

She knew there was so much more neither was saying. But… it was reassuring to know that she wasn't the only one with issues concerning Sam.


Gross did not even begin to describe the vampire's nest. There had been bodies everywhere, blood splattered, and a lot of heads scattering the floor. Dean had definitely utilized the abilities his stint into vampirism had given him. He had takenthe cure and Sam and Samuel were out cleaning the mess that had left behind -a lot of projectile blood- while she was with her husband in the bathroom, in the shower. He was being quiet, allowing her to wash the blood and everything else off of him.

She was just grateful he was there with her. These past few hours had been seriously touch and go, she didn't like it. He had died one to many times for her tastes, and the idea of him doing it again made everything in her scrunch into a painful, snarly mess. There were only so many times a girl could watch her husband die before something inside broke. "Dean?" She looked up into his face. His eyes were closed, head tilted back as water poured down over him.

"How long have you known about Sam?" He asked quietly. Asking her if she knew about would have been a waste of time. Jane always seemed to know when something was up with Sam, her telling him was always the problem.

"Something has always felt weird… but I thought it was due to him being in hell."

He nodded, that seemed legit. "When was it… confirmed?"

"Tonight."

He finally looked at her, holding her away from him, his hands skimming down along her shoulders and upper arms. He could make out bruises, somewhat small, all splayed… he lined his fingers up. "He do this?"

"Dean… there's… it's…" She groaned. "He came back wrong, with something missing."

"I got that." That little trip backwards from the cure, the replay of everything he had seen as if it were a movie reel in his head… right up to Sam smirking down at him as the vampire turned him. "He knows you know?"

"Yes."

"How'd that go?"

Jane hesitated, gnawing on her bottom lip for a moment before sighing. "He threatened to tell Samuel about my abilities." That was the truth, but not all of it. Sam had also threatened to see to it Dean basically ate her. That one she'd keep to herself.

Dean pulled her against him, bending down so his cheek rested against the top of her head. "I'll handle it."

She could feel the hot water, it was losing heat, downfall of staying in cheap motels. "Samuel knows something is wrong with Sam, or at least… Sam gave him an inkling of it tonight."

He didn't say anything, just held her tighter.