Day off? [Open to anyone]

"Come on in," Sam had said as he opened the door. Jane walked inside, relieved by the darkness of the room. Dean had sat up, he looked a little better than he did yesterday. She gave him half a smile when he gave her a salute. "Want one?" Sam asked offering her a bottle of beer. "Thanks," she said taking it and opening it, she drank a bit down. "So I'm guessing you have questions." Honestly Jane didn't even know where to start. There was so many questions bustling around her head. She felt as if her head was going to explode. A funny thought passed her mind, she needed one of those pensieve from that movie Harry Potter, where Dumbledore put his memories. That would be helpful at the moment. "Either that, or you're early for dinner." That made Jane laugh a little. "I don't even know where to start. What happened yesterday was some crazy shit." She glanced around after a second and pulled up one of the chairs that sat in the room, closer to the boys and sat down. She examined her beer bottle for a second and took another sip, but this time is was a long sip. "You guys kill those demons for a living. I mean before this happened I never even believed in God or anything.. let alone there actually being a devil." She was looking at her beer bottle, not at the boys as she spoke. "And... those demons.. the king guy, Crowley, and Meg, they know what I look like... and so do some of their goonies... She was going to kill me. That means they're going to try and come after me again... right?" Not waiting for an answer she continued speaking, "I need to know... how to defend myself. I mean, I know how to fight. I'm great at fighting people. I don't really need help with that. But I need to know how to defend myself against those things. You mentioned angel's Sam, there are those, but what else is there? I will not feel helpless again." She said strongly, putting emphasis on will not. After Jane finished speaking for the moment, she downed the beer, finishing it. Her shoulder gave an ache, it could wait till she finished knowing what she needed to know. She placed a hand on the towel on her shoulder, making sure it was still in place. It was.

Running a hand through her usually messy hair, that was more messy since she had done nothing with it, she listened to what Dean had to say. Jane nodded slowly when he mentioned the hex bag. "Okay..." She shook her head for a moment trying to clear it. "Its just fucked up to think that anyone could be a demon... I don't know how you guys trust people." That was more of a thought she had said out loud and didn't expect a response from the boys. "Seems like you have been doing this for a long time, all of this seems to be the norm for you two." That was something she had trouble wrapping her head around. This being... normal. How would she ever feel normal again? In the back of her mind there would always be the fear of the demons. How was she ever going to be with a woman or a man again? What if they were a demon? Even if this.. hex bag Dean had worked, it didn't keep her from running into them.. Since they were a, from what it seemed, common thing. What if she started to become afraid to leave the house? She hated this. Feeling this weak. She didn't want to be afraid of something that might never happen again. That wasn't her. She wasn't the sort of person to be afraid of much. What else was out there? Not knowing what was out there gave her the chills. Was there zombies? Vampires? What would she do now? Just go back home and try to be normal again? She didn't want to go home. After being caught up in her own thoughts for a bit she said, "I can't feel weak like this. It just isn't me. I'm not weak. I don't know how after this I'm suppose to just... go home. How do you go home after finding out there's such evil in the world?" She put her face in her hand for a moment, and let out a long breath. Then looked at the boys again.

Jane couldn't imagine how Sam living a normal life, at college. If Sam could do it, why couldn't she? It would just be getting over the initial shock of what the hell had just happened to her. "Don't breathe too deep, don't think all day, dive into work, drive the other way." She murmured a song from a musical she had seen on Broadway. That was what Sam's words made her think of. She couldn't imagine going to look for trouble. The woman just feared the trouble finding her. "Could you guys teach me? How to protect myself encase something does happen? The logical side of me thinks that is unlikely, but still. I think it would be a comfort to know." She explained. "Thanks for the hex bag, Dean." Even though what had happened, she did like the Winchester's. They were what seemed to be very caring people that just wanted to help people. Save some lives. She thought that was noble. Jane shifted on her seat, her shoulder gave a twinge of pain. She needed to get that fixed up. The towel was turning red again, and Jane was slightly paler.

"I'm not teaching you anything until you get that thing looked at. Or at least let one of us stitch you up. I will not be held responsible for you dying of massive blood loss." Jane snorted, for some reason she found that slightly funny. She looked at her shoulder and gave an involuntary shrug that made the pain go threw her arm again. "There was probably a nicer way he could have phrased that, but he does have a point Jane. That looks pretty bad." She gave a smile at the boys. "If you guys could fix me up, that'd be great." she told them. The woman didn't want to go to a hospital. She didn't want questions to be asked. She didn't want to have to lie about what had happened to her. Jane was pretty tolerant to pain. Having gotten into fights before, as well as being an exercise addict, she was good at pushing herself over the edge. Thankfully at home she didn't live with anyone, or really have any friends that would ask her questions when she got home. At the same time she wanted to go home as well as she didn't. Jane didn't want to suspect that anyone that was remotely close to her could be a demon. But that would always be in the back of her mind. And she didn't like that.

Jane watched as Dean got to his feet, she had been expecting Sam to fix her up, since Dean was still pretty beat up. Sam must've been thinking the same thing, when he said "Want me to do it." She smiled with amusement when Dean just pretty much waved an "I've got this," sort of thing. When the Winchester gathered some supplies she looked toward Sam for a moment, wondering what he was thinking about. When Dean had returned he gestured toward the towel, with a grimace she pulled it off. She moved her now bloody tank top strap, that was thankfully loose in the first place. She tried to move her messy hair, which wasn't long enough to be in the way, but it was still annoying to her. She looked at the needle Dean would be using as he started to ready it for use, putting the string through. "Demon lesson number one. Salt, iron and holy water are your best friends when it comes to keeping them at bay. Devil's traps will bind them as long as the trap itself holds." Salt? That was a bit strange. Why a condiment? It was strange and yet funny. Iron. Okay. Holy water, she should've thought that herself. It was kind of obvious. And devils traps, she wondered what those were? She imagined a medieval torture device. She then imagined Meg having the strength to break through metal restraints and coming at her. Breaking her from her momentary thoughts Dean held the bottle out to her. "You're going to want this." She took it with a thankful look. Hopefully that would dull some of the pain a little bit. She took a long swig. "Go for it," she told him, readying herself.

Jane tried not to wince or watch as Dean started to stitch up her shoulder. He managed to do it quickly, which was good, because that would mean it would hurt less. But that would mean, and she wouldn't be surprised if he and his brother had a crapload of practice. Dean gestured for her to pass over the bottle, not realizing what he was going to do. He poured it onto her shoulder, she grunted, "That might sting a bit." he warned after he had done it. She gave him a little glare. But then Dean continued to tell her about demons. "They do not care who gets hurt. They do not care about anything other than themselves. Do not let them trick you into thinking they are good. Bad things happen if you trust a demon." Obviously from what she had seen she figured that they would care about anything but themselves. She expected them to be good at manipulating people making you think that they could be good. She had noticed the glance that Dean had made toward Sam, it made her curious, but she would felt rude to ask. Maybe he had trusted a demon once and it hadn't turned out well. "And demon rule number three is to stay as far away from them as possible. Then rules one and two aren't necessary." She gave an involuntarily snort of laughter, obviously that would be best thing to do. "Of course, I wouldn't go looking for a demon. I just would be afraid of them finding me, which this helps," she said holding up the hex bag dean had given her. She pushed it into her pocket. "Thanks for stitching me up, she said now examining her shoulder.