I don't really have an excuse for the delay outside of: life happens and it is keeping me pretty darn busy and tired lately. This chapter is pretty boring all things considered but things pick up in the next, which I am already working on -gotta catch up! Thank you everyone who has continued to stick with the story, read and reviewed, and lurked :)
Set during: Season 6, episode 6: You Can't Handle the Truth.
110: Without Lies
Jane had no idea what Dean's deal was but he had said something about having 'figured this truth thing out' and hung up, sounding a bit triumphant. That had been pushed aside as they continued investigating this town that told way to much. She was a fan of honesty but this was a bit much, even for her.
"That is fricking gross." She stared down at the shoe box, at what was definitely a cat's head. "Sam…" Dean didn't want to be around his brother right now, not until they knew what the what was. So here she was. Spying and working the case, she was a multi-tasker.
"Go downstairs. I'll be down in a second."
Nodding, Jane vacated the room. She halted skipping down the stairs when she spotted her husband, frowning. "I didn't realize you were coming here."
"Gotta talk to Sam. Go wait for me."
"Uh… okay?" She turned in time to see Sam appear, shrugging when he gave her a look and continued on her way. He still creeped her out, and she wasn't keen on the idea of him squeezing her bones to dust with those massive hands of his either. Dean had given her permission to shoot him if pulled another man handling stunt. Just nothing vital as he was still Dean's brother. Check.
It wasn't Dean who came down first though. She had waited patiently, leaning against the wall just around the corner to give them some privacy when she heard footsteps. Expecting Dean, she smiled, only to get Sam.
Creep factor took a few more upward hitches when he just gave her a calculating look as he walked by.
It was always the same. Wait here, Jane. It's to dangerous, Jane. Jane sighed and shifted from one foot to the other as she checked her wrist watch for the umpteenth time. Sam and Dean had gone into enemy territory after they had pieced together what they were dealing with. Another God, or Goddess, to be accurate. Her Baptist upbringing was being sorely tested these days, what with these Gods that shouldn't be popping up. What made this one even better was the fact that she was a Goddess of Truth, getting people to spill secret truths they'd been hiding, which in turn was causing a lot of death. She could only imagine what secrets Sam and Dean had to spill.
Fortunately for her, she currently had no secrets, had no lies.
With that in mind, Jane headed inside.
"You're lying to me!"
The Goddess sounded pissed off and Jane was guessing she was trying to play twenty one questions with Sam, good luck there.
"No, I'm not!"
Yep, definitely Sam. Jane shook her head, making her way down the stairs, following not only their voices but the lone cat who was regarding her curiously. She didn't trust the cat, at all.
"What is he?"
Honestly, she was a bit surprised to find that being directed at her, the Goddess having whirled around to glare at the intruder. "An asshole, most of the time." She deadpanned, shrugging her shoulders almost apologetically.
"What are you?" Veritas hissed, clenching her hands in frustration. "I can sense you're different, tell me the truth."
There was a ringing layer of something other worldly tinting that command, Jane could feel it. She could also feel it being repelled by her own Special Blend: Essence of What the Hell. "No idea."
"You're telling the truth but… not because you have too."
"I have no reason to lie, and no lies to confess." Jane could see Sam was freeing himself, also aware that Veritas was drawing closer and if those mutilated bodies were any indication, this Goddess being close was not something Jane wanted. She backed away slowly. "I'm not sure what I am."
"Not human."
"I was born of humans, pretty sure I'm human."
Veritas narrowed her eyes. "Let's have a taste and find out."
"Could be hot." Jane's eyes darted over Veritas' shoulder, feeling relief coursing through her. Her boys were free and mobile. "But only if Dean can watch."
Despite everything, he found himself grinning at his wife's banner. It wasn't just the Goddess she was starting to distract. "Going to have to pass on that, sweetheart."
Jane clenched her eyes shut the moment they attacked.
There was silence in the hotel room that night. Neither one had anything to say. Jane had helped Dean get Sam moved after Dean had gone to town on him back at the mansion, rendering Sam unconscious. Honestly, this was probably the most she had liked Sam since finding out he was alive, unconscious. Dean had beaten Sam to a pulp, they had brought him back to the motel, tied him down, and now Dean was in the shower scrubbing off the night and probably praying to Castiel. She was fixing Sam up as best she could, washing the blood off his face. Like this, it was easy to pretend he was still their Sam, just asleep after one of their many battles.
Now that she thought about it, Jane couldn't recall seeing Sam asleep in a long time.
"Janey?"
She turned her head, smiling slightly at the sight of Dean emerging in a billow of steam from the bathroom, nothing but a towel on and that was hanging precariously low on those gorgeous hips of his. Jane took a moment to appreciate the sight of her husband, her gorgeous, mouth watering, deliciously sexy husband. Sometimes she tended to forget that Dean could have been a model in some other life. She often liked to forget that she was nowhere near his caliber and he had really drawn the short end of the stick in this marriage.
"He wake up yet?"
"No." She pushed herself off the bed, setting aside the bowl of water and wash rag she had been using before walking over to wrap her arms around Dean. He was still warm from his shower and she buried her face in his bare chest, inhaling deeply.
"I've called for Cas." He was holding her now, his cheek resting on top of her head. "All we can do now is wait."
