Set during 6.20: The Man Who Would Be King.

119: The Psychic Who Knew Too Much

"I've been here a very, very long time… and there's so much I remember."

"Where are we?" Jane asked quietly, trying to understand why she was walking barefoot on a beach. She almost smiled when cool waves crashed against her feet, engulfing them and the shore before receding. The smile faded as she looked up at the angel walking alongside her. "Castiel?"

"I watched a little grey fish heave itself up onto a beach Jane," His voice was low and soft, reflective. "An older brother said 'don't step on it, Castiel. There are big plans for that fish."

Why was he telling her this?

"I remember Cain and Abel, David and Goliath… Sodom and Gomorrah."

She held a hand up to her head, eyes closing as flashes of what he had seen seemed to flicker through her mind as if she was watching some sort of angelic television. It occurred to her that she wasn't supposed to be here. She wasn't here, not really. "Cas?"

"And I remember, Jane Winchester, some truly remarkable events… remarkable because they never came to pass."

"Cas…" Her head was twinging, like it hurt but the pain wasn't there.

"The grand story, and we, all of us, destroyed the ending and ripped up the rules."

All of us. The boys, him, Bobby and her. The apocalypse was supposed to happen and they had stopped it.

"Nothing was left but freedom and choice which is good but… Jane, what if I made the wrong choice?" He stopped walking and faced her, reaching out to take he hands in his. "Jane, how do I know if I made the wrong choice?"

The waves had stopped rolling in and she couldn't feel sand under her feet. It took Jane a very long moment to realize that she couldn't feel anything. "Castiel," She whispered, her throat feeling dry, tongue like sandpaper. "What have you done?"


That was her. That was her laying on Bobby's couch, asleep. Jane could only stare at herself. She was in an old t-shirt of Dean's and sweat pants. She frowned, crouching down and realized she wasn't asleep. She was…

"Sweetheart, wake up."

"Dean," Jane was on her feet, turning to watch her husband approaching. She held out her arms to him and he walked right through her. "What did you do?" Castiel was standing there, just as 'not there' as she was, listening and watching as Sam and Bobby spoke. It took her a moment to realize they were talking about Castiel. "Cas, please."

"It is better this way." He said gently, moving around to stand behind Bobby. "Trust me, you don't want to be back in your body."

"Am I dead?"

"No."

That wasn't reassuring at all. Giving her attention back to Dean, Jane brought her hands up to her mouth. He had sat on the couch, pulling her body up into his lap and had started finger combing her hair. A hand moved to her hair, she couldn't feel it. If she wasn't dead, then what was she?

"Sweetheart, please, wake up." Dean let his head fall back against the couch, clenching his teeth together. "Please Jane."

"Castiel, what happened to me?"

"You knew too much, Jane. Remember? You were suspecting me long before they got to this point."

"Now I'm just saying, I don't know," Bobby said, sounding a little on the defensive. "I hate myself, saying it, but I don't know. And where's he now, when we need him? When she needs him?"

"I'm praying, all right?" Dean's head snapped forward. "I'm praying Bobby, I-"

Jane had been overwhelmed by the Knowing. The control she had gained over the years since Pam had taught her how to start using it, it had vanished in a second. Everything had overwhelmed her, the headaches, and the nausea, and the pulls. It had pulled her under and drowned her.

"You did this, Cas."

"Yes, Jane, I did."


"You screwed up." Jane didn't know where she went. She had no concept of time right now. She just knew sometimes she was here, with Castiel and other times there was just nothing. Maybe it was when she was unconscious, back in her body but her mind was shut down. Other times, she was with him, invisible to everyone but him, and while she could see and hear, she couldn't interact with anything or anyone. She couldn't touch her husband, or even let him know she was there. "You screwed up."

Castiel gave her a curious look, smiling slightly. "They trust me again, Jane. You need to trust me. I am doing this for you, and them, everyone."

"You're working for Crowley." Where were they? They had been at some house she didn't recognize and now, now they were strolling in some woods. "No, with Crowley." She knew something, she remembered, something about Crowley. "What did I know?"

"You really don't remember?"

"I'm trying Cas, just tell me what you did!"

He pressed a fingertip to her forehead.

They had come back from that alternate reality and things had been messed up. Balthazar had sent them there as a decoy. They had been stringing along Virgil while Balthazar had been moving angelic weapons, for Castiel. The war in Heaven, Castiel had been spotty on responding to Dean's prayers, to her, he had been acting well, not like Cas.

They had gone monster hunting along I-80, trailing after the 'Mother' and there had been a type of monster not even Bobby had heard of. A new monster. She remembered Samuel, and Gwen being there. Rufus, Bobby's old friend. Rufus had died. Samuel had been shot, by Sam, out of necessity. That had been bad all the way around.

Castiel had sent the boys back in time, for a twenty-four period for phoenix ashes from the Samuel Col. That had been trippy. She hadn't gone. They had done the for and against argument and as sexist as it had sounded to her, she hadn't been able to deny the logic that her modern woman sensibilities were probably going to get them in a heap of trouble.

Then Eve. The Mother of Monsters. That was when it had hit. All the minute hints of Knowing something was wrong with Castiel, it had come then at that diner. His powers had been suppressed but when Eve had bit Dean, and then died from the phoenix ashes Dean had swallowed,

With his powers not being suppressed, Castiel had unleashed some serious mojo, taking care of Eve's spawn. With his powers back, she had caught things she had never been meant to catch. She had been shut down not too long after that.

"You can't!" Jane remembered, and she Knew. "Castiel, you can't!"

"When it is over and finished, I will let you wake up Jane. You know too much, and this cannot be stopped." He was trying to soothe her. "I've prayed, to my Father."

"And he doesn't answer, does he?" He didn't have to answer. God hadn't responded to prayers, he hadn't responded to the potential apocalypse. Maybe God was dead.

"I have prayed for guidance, asked Him if I was doing the right thing."

"You aren't."

Castiel stared at her intently. "I asked Him to give me a sign, if I was doing the right thing, if I was on the right path. If he didn't, I would do what I have too, what I must."

"Maybe his silence is your answer, Castiel."

"What I must, Jane."