A.N: I am so, so sorry for the delay between updates. All I can say is life has gone crazy this year. I also made the rookie mistake of leaving my laptop out and running where small children could get to it. I lost that laptop and its contents, so it took awhile to get everything back and then the 'oomph' to write whenever I have a moment -which is rare. I won't bore you guys with the details but it has been hectic, but with summer here and kids out of school, hopefully things slow down and I can get back to regular updates. Maybe I'll even finish season 9 of Supernatural!

Thanks so much for sticking with End of Me, I appreciate it!


112: Sell Out- Part 1

Working for Crowley sucked, to put it mildly. He had made them an offer they couldn't refuse. Work for him and 'earn' back Sam's soul, or he'd just ship Sam back to Hell. Jane wasn't going to lie, she had been tempted to say see you to her monster-in-law but… she wasn't going to throw away years of loving the knucklehead over a few bumps, bruises, and threats of bodily harm. Not just yet anyway. That and Dean's unhealthy obsession with saving Sam constantly would have probably obliged him to drag her along for the ride kicking and screaming.

They'd taken shape shifters, gone werewolf hunting… the works, and dragged them all back to Crowley -alive no less. Well, not even Crowley. It was Crowley's own minions they were 'reporting' to now and Jane could see each time that Dean was starting to lose his already tentative grasp on cool. Personally, she'd rather deal with the minions then with Crowley himself. Anything that had tasted her and declared she was 'delicious', she wanted to keep some distance from. She wasn't any closer to answers about herself, or what exactly her deal was, and she wasn't looking anymore. There simply wasn't time, she didn't have the energy, and her own personal issues took a backburner to the shit going on around them. But that did not stop her from remembering that she was different, there was something off about her, she wasn't normal. Dean, bless him, was the normal one of this decidedly odd group.

"I'm done."

Jane had expected that after their last encounter with a demon who had told Dean, multiple times, that he was a 'little bitch'. Dean wasn't taking this well. She shared a look with Sam, who had been remarkably well behaved since she had broken his nose some time ago, who simply shook his head. "Dean… darlin'…"

"No." He raised a hand, gesturing for her to shut it. "You're not pulling out that Texas accent and darlin' crap tonight, sweetheart." As if he wouldn't notice she was doing that more lately, calling him by pet names, using sweet nothin's and that soft drawl of hers -exaggerated a bit, no doubt- to soothe him. Well, not tonight, he didn't want to be soothed. He wanted to be pissed off and vent. "We've been doing these Crowley runs and getting nowhere fast. "

"Dean…"

"No, Jane. Nothing's changed, other than now I need a daily rape shower."

Her nose wrinkled at that. That wasn't a pleasant mental image. Also, kind of offensive since she liked to jump in with him.

"Okay, fine," Sam interrupted. "let's go with plan B. Oh, no, sorry, don't have one. Stock up on soap on a rope and deal with it."

"Do you even want your soul back?"

Jane wasn't surprised at Sam's shrug.


"I'm not working with demons."

Of all the times for Jane to start getting with the program, now was not the time to do it. She had been giving Dean grief for his issues with working for Crowley, now she was siding with Dean. He knew why. It was because it was Meg and Jane hated Meg, Jane was terrified of Meg. He supposed there was good reason for that. Meg had been the one to bring Jane back from Texas all those years ago. However, that was then and this was now and they needed Meg, for a little while at least. "Yes, you are."

"Sam, what the hell, man?" Dean was with his wife. Meg was a whole new game of crazy they didn't need and Sam had just bargained with her. "You want to work with another demon again?"

"I want this to stop. She's a means to an end."

"She killed Jo and Ellen! She would have killed Jane!"

Jane did not miss the speculation in Sam's eyes as he regarded her.

"You two are thinking about this emotionally, you need to be rational."

"Rational? That bitch is going to screw us over so fast-"

"Which is why we get her first."

"Sure, if they don't kill us."

"We'll bring insurance."


Insurance turned out to be Castiel. Jane would admit, she was curious at how Sam of all people was able to call Dean's angel when Dean himself hadn't been able to in awhile. She'd admit, she hadn't tried herself, mostly because she knew Cas was being waging war in Heaven. Also, it seemed to put Dean on edge when Castiel responded to her but not him.

They had tried a ritual, that had failed. Then they had tried Samuel which had worked out about as well as anything involving the Campbells had. Dean didn't seem to be able to wrap his head around Samuel's lack of loyalty to his family, to his grandsons, but…. Samuel was nothing like Dean. Or Sam, when Sam was in his right frame of mind. She was guessing that was something John had ingrained into them, and she didn't know whether it was a good thing or bad considering all the trouble their loyalty seemed to get them into.

He and Sam were trying to research ways of getting to Crowley. Castiel was sitting on one of the brds, watching what looked suspiciously like porn. She put aside her laptop and walked over to sit next to him, staring at the TV. "So, whatcha doing, Cas?" She had to wonder if he even knew what the hell it was he was watching.

"Trying to understand this."

"Mmm, you've been a bad, bad girl…"

"Uh huh, I see." That was a pizza guy… Jane cocked an eyebrow, glancing at the angel. He was so engrossed in this… bad angel.

"It's very complex."

"How so?"

"If this pizza man truly loves the babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear?"

Jane looked back at the TV, trying not to snort.

"Perhaps she has done something wrong…"

"Well Cas, you see, this type of um, movie, is for adults. Like… it's about…" How did she explain it? "Sex. It's about sex." She was just going to have to be straight forward and honest, and she was trying not to laugh and blush at the same time.

"You're watching porn?" It figured as soon as she said 'sex', Dean would start paying attention. "Why?" Jane and Castiel both looked up. Dean was standing there, not looking pleased at all. His eyes darted from the screen to them, and narrowed at Jane who was still obviously trying not to laugh.

"It was there." Cas was already back to watching his show.

Dean took a deep breath. "You." His finger was in Castiel's face. "You don't watch porn in a room full of dudes. And you definitely don't talk about it." He pointed at his wife. "And you, you don't watch porn with other guys, that's not okay. Especially angels."

She flashed him a thumbs up.

"Turn it off." His gaze dropped back to Castiel, who was staring down at himself. "Great. Now he's got a boner."

Jane lost her shit.

"Up." He was grabbing her under the arms, hauling his laughing wife to her feet. "You're not funny, Jane Elenore. You're not allowed to watch porn with angels anymore." He sighed when there was a knock at the door and let her go. "Turn it off, now." He ordered, crossing the room.

It was Samuel and he stepped inside, spotting Jane, Castiel and the porn that had yet to be turned off. "This what you boys do? Sit around watching pornos with angels?"

Jane flicked it off.


"I'm not sure retrieving Sam's soul is wise."

Jane couldn't help but tilt her head towards Castiel when she heard that. She was standing with Sam, who was outright creeping and spying, and he seemed inclined to let her creep with him. She didn't consider herself to be creeping so much as keeping eyes on her brother-in-law, he was not trustworthy lately. Which was also why she kept her gun on her at all times nowadays. Her head was leaning towards the two, but her eyes were firmly fastened on Sam's impassive face.

"Sam's soul has been locked in the cage with Lucifer and Michael for over a year. They have nothing to do but vent their frustrations out on him, do you understand that, Dean?"

She could see where this might be heading and from the jerk of Sam's head, he did too.

"...could be catastrophic."

"You mean he dies."

That was a less than desirable outcome.

"I mean he doesn't." Castiel said slowly. "Dying would be kind. Insanity. Paralysis. Pain so horrific he is locked inside his own body for the rest of his life."

She could already see Sam was breaking down this new information and reaching the conclusion that he would not be taking back his soul. Honestly, she wasn't sure she blamed him but at the same time him running around without a soul was making some of his judgment dicey. He had no empathy, no desire to connect and relate, all of that was gone. Besides his sex drive apparently, the ass.

"But he could be fine."

"For fuck sake…" She hissed, mentally cursing when Sam's hand clamped over her mouth. She should have known that was coming, she was an amateur psychic. She was a crappy amateur psychic. Leave it to Dean to want to chance the serious risks. Souless Sam was a lot better than brain dead Sam.

When Dean continued with his illogical, pure hope reasoning, Sam's grip tightened on her but Jane knew it wasn't aimed at her so much as a reaction to Dean being an asshat. She didn't blame Sam. She still had her soul, and her emotions, and could see quite clearly that this was a bad deal all the way around.

Sam was screwed.