She Drove a Cadillac - A Supernatural Fanfiction

Fifteen - Breakfast

"Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much."
~ Helen Keller

"Morning guys, or should I say, good afternoon," Sam greeted as Jane and Dean padded into the bunker library. It was clear they were trying to avoid eye contact with one another as they moved their way around the table. Sam sighed but said nothing, taking a bite of salad while scrolling on his computer.

"Morning Sammy."

"Good morning Sam."

They both sat down quietly, Jane next to Sam, and Dean across from them.

Sam glanced up from his computer, setting his fork down. He looked over at Jane, "There's more salad if you're hungry. And we've got coffee and some leftover bacon that Dean..."

"I'm not really hungry right now, but coffee might be nice," she replied, making a move to get up.

Dean perked up, "I can't believe I almost forgot about the bacon." 

He pushed away from the table and trudged towards the kitchen while Jane sat back down. When Dean came back, plate stacked high with bacon, she eyed it with a gulp. Her stomach growled; a frown formed on her lips. Dean was on his third piece when she relented.

"Ugh, shit," she grumbled as she pushed out from the table. Sam raised an eyebrow, meeting eyes with his brother, who started chuckling. Jane came back with her own plate, stacked high with bacon, as well as a bowl of salad with bacon crumbled on top. She begrudgingly took a bite of the meat and tried to contain her moan of delight.

"Like an orgasm in your mouth, right?" Dean asked, his own mouth full. She was about to retort, but Sam cut her off. 

"Jane," Sam began, setting his phone on the table, "we got a call from a demon named Crowley. Heard of him?" She shook her head, her brow furrowed. "Well, he plays a very important role in Hell." At the mention of the place 'downstairs', her body went rigid, a chill shivering through her body. She shook her head as she swallowed.

"Why the hell would I care about...about Hell?" she said coldly. Dean stopped chewing and stared at her. That ominous flash of gold glazed over her hazel eyes, gone in a moment, like a mere trick of the light. He blinked, wanting to say something but keeping his composure.

"Crowley isn't like the other demons, he's....Dean?"

Dean looked over at his brother in a daze, "Huh?"

"Can you help me out here?" Sam encouraged. Dean looked at Jane again, who raised an eyebrow.

"What are we talking about?"

"Crowley," Sam said.

"Oh, right...Jane, Crowley is not a problem. I mean, he's a bit...untrustworthy, but..."

"But we've saved his ass before. If he's literally asking for our help..."

"Then it's either a trap or it's real. No in between," Dean said with a shrug.

"Well, you can do what you want, but I'm not taking that chance. I can't," Jane replied.

"Now, wait a minute..." Dean started.

"Fine," Sam answered, giving his brother a harsh look, "if you won't help us with him then that's fine. But there is something else you can help us with."