A/N: This chapter is set, still, during 6.10: Caged Heat. Thank you for the reviews and the kind PMs, you guys are the best.
113: Sell Out P2
"Wait…" Jane halted, her head tipping to the side. She glanced at Castiel who was also doing the same. They had gotten into Crowley's little prison, along with Meg. Jane was regretting this, on so many levels. Working with Meg was not something she had ever envisioned happening and she wasn't promising that she wouldn't try chopping off the demon's head when all was said and done. Jane was still holding a grudge.
"What is it?" Dean asked in a whisper, the color draining from his face when he heard the barking. He knew exactly what that was.
"Damn it," Meg sighed, her eyes narrowing as she shifted on the balls of her feet. "here come the guards."
Dean was already shoving at his wife, trying not to panic. "Hellhounds! Go!"
It wasn't a long run but it felt like it took an eternity to reach relative safety. Jane was shoved through a pair of doors and whirled around in time to see Meg, Dean and Sam already barring and salting them. The demons who had been with Meg hadn't made it and they were probably regretting their decision to do this as the sounds of their screams and the unmistakable sound of hellhounds ripping apart their prey reached them. "Jesus!"
"I knew this was a trap." Dean muttered, whirling around and focusing on her. He walked over to pull her into his arms, kissing the top of her head. Hellhounds were not his preferred way to die and he'd put a bullet through Jane's head before he let her suffer that fate.
Jane could read his body language and kissed the side of his throat. She remained silent while she listened to the others discuss their situation, snorting when Castiel made a comment regarding the pizza man. That was the porn… she wondered what he had done, but wasn't about to look. Meg's purr of feeling clean was enough to give her a really good idea.
Gross.
"I can't see shit."
Jane couldn't either but that was due to the blinding headache she was experiencing. She was between Sam and Dean, making their way upstairs and she was going by instinct and feel, her eyes clenched shut as she tried to put back up her mental barriers. She had let them drop and regretted it. A wave of pain swept through her and the finale was something akin to a punch in the gut. She dropped to her knees, ignoring the pain from the stairs. "Wrong…"
"Up, Jane. No time."
She could feel Sam's hands beneath her arms, feel him dragging her to her feet. "Sam…" She was trying to focus now, focus on the areas that were wrong. "Coming to us."
"Who?"
"Crowley." She whispered, aware he had stopped dragging her and was now just holding her steady. "And S-"
"Cas?!"
Dean sounded surprised and Jane didn't need to open her eyes to know that the angel had vanished. She felt Sam's entire body tensing, his grip on her becoming more firm. "Samuel." She finished softly.
"You sold us out?" Dean could not believe it, or maybe he could and he just didn't want to. He had never trusted Samuel and the feeling had been mutual. But… he had always, even if it was a deeply held belief, thought that blood would win out.
Samuel said nothing, his eyes straying past them.
Jane heard a scuffle and chanced opening her eyes, instantly regretting it because she was now being held by Sam who was also being held by a demon. Another demon had appeared to restrain Dean. "Sell out…" She whispered.
"Yes, quite," that was Crowley and he looked pleased. "And I have to say, he's the best purchase I've made since…" He considered it. "Dick Cheney."
"Hiya, Crowley." Dean greeted, not bothering to put a lid on his attitude. "How's tricks?"
"Above your pay grade, I'm afraid. Been working. Big things." He heaved a sigh. "Alas, you'll be a bit dead."
"Really?"
"Shame I have to do away with you both."
None of the Winchesters missed that. Sam glanced down at the top of Jane's head before meeting his brother's stare.
"If you want forgiveness, find a priest." Dean spat when a window to the cell he had been tossed in opened, spotting Samuel just outside. "Where's Jane?"
"I just want you to understand."
"Where is she?"
"Dean…"
"I understand, you're a liar, that's what I understand. You're all about putting blood first, which was funny because of how much you sounded like my dad. Difference is, he actually did." His hands wrapped around the bars tightly, his knuckles turning white. "Where is my wife, Samuel?"
"She's safe…" Samuel said after a moment, though it was flat. "And I am putting blood first."
"Whatever…"
"Mary's my blood, my daughter!"
He seen where this was going and groaned, turning to present his grandfather with his back. "If one hair on Jane's head is harmed… I'll kill you the next time we see each other."
"Don't think there's gonna be a next time."
"Whatever gets you through the night."
Jane was being escorted by Crowley. Her arm was linked through his, quite painfully, and he was walking along the hallway at a leisurely pace. Her pale face was pinched with pain, she had managed to get her mental defenses back in place but now she was dealing with lingering aches along with anxiety. Being on the arm of the King of Hell was not good for her peace of mind.
"Now, darling," Crowley came to a halt and turned towards her, moving so he was holding both her hands in his. "The only reason you're not in a filthy cell being readied for some beastie's dinner is because you might be useful to me."
So that was what was happening to Sam and Dean. Jane felt a lump lodge itself in her throat an tried to unsuccessfully swallow it down.
"Consider this… a try out. See if you're right for the position." His grip on her was tightening, he was beginning to squeeze her hands. "I want you to do your little mind magic, read one of my pets for me."
"It-" Jane hissed when he squeezed more, feeling her bones grinding. "doesn't work like that."
"You sure, Mrs. Winchester? Because if so, I have no use for you." He studied her intently. "How's this going to play out, poppet?"
"Bite me, jackass."
"Good girl." He pushed open the door with a grin. "Impress me, Jane Winchester, and I'll keep you around. Fail to impress me and I'll cut your very unladylike tongue out."
He was dragging her along by her hand and Jane had to take quick steps to keep up. She looked up, frowning when she spotted a djinn female. "What-"
"Hush, love. You speak when I pull your string. Now," his attention was on the djinn. "hello, sweetheart. Feeling chatty this morning, are we? Hope so… wouldn't want to harm that pretty head of yours."
Jane shifted from one foot to the other. They knew Crowley was collecting alphas. Maybe she'd finally learn why. She could only hope she would live long enough to use the information. Her mind strayed to her husband, and brother-in-law, and sent a quick prayer that the stupid Winchester luck held out. They'd be beaten, battered, and definitely bruised but they'd come out all right. That was how it always worked, right?
"You tell me if she's lying." Crowley ordered, sparing Jane a quick look to see if she understood. When she made a face, he smiled. "Good girl. Now, are you ready to tell me about daddy?"
Jane let out a sigh of relief when a fire alarm blared throughout the building.
"Hold that thought."
