Go back to sleep [Zanna]

Jane was having a nightmare, which had been a regular occurrence since her run in with the Winchester's. Demons were everywhere. Everywhere she looked eyes were turning black. Salt wasn't helping and either was the hex bag. They were coming to get her. They were banging on her door. She awoke rolling off the bed, hitting the floor hard. She groaned and laid there trying to take some deep breaths. Her body was in a cold sweat. Her sheet was tangled around her legs from where she lay on the floor. Her body hurt. Not from the fall exactly, just everything that had happened lately. She felt hung over. Jane sat up, her back aching from the bruises and now from the fall. She pulled at the sheet and threw it frustratingly back on to the bed. The ground was cool, felt nice against her bare feet. Pushing herself up to her feet she wobbled every so slightly because of the sprain on her ankle. Sighing she walked to the kitchen. It was almost noon. She grabbed some alka seltzer from her cabinet and filled a cup up with water and tossed one in. It fizzed. Her head ached and she looked in the fridge, there was really nothing to eat. Even though she had no appetite. She sat down rubbing her temples trying to ignore her own thoughts.

Slowly she drank down the alka seltzer, it helped. She had no aspirin either. Normally she would be going for a run to kill the hang over, but she did want to for once. She was a fitness addict. She worked out too much. But she wasn't her usual self. Jane felt as if she would never be her usual self again. It felt like the paranoia wouldn't go away. It probably wouldn't considering all she had learned. She could probably learn to control the paranoia... eventually. She picked up her glass and placed it in the sink without washing it out. She walked to the bathroom, took a piss, then went to wash her hands. They were still scraped up, but getting better. She washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. Nose still black and blue with a large scab. A long scab down her face where Crowley had cut her. "Stop feeling so fucking sorry for yourself." She told her reflection in anger. She turned away from the mirror and went to turn on the shower. She stripped and washed up. After that she ran her towel through her usually messy hair and used her fingers to comb it through. She walked back out to her bedroom and pulled on some jeans and a tshirt with no bra. This was when she noticed her phone was blinking.

Jane pressed the button on her phone, bringing up the main screen. Missed call from Zanna. She was an old friend that she hadn't seen in a while. She dialed her voicemail and waited. "Uh, Jane. It's Zanna. Monroe. Just letting you know I'm around... just in case... I 'unno. Somethin'. Call me back if you can." She had called late at night, after she had passed out most likely, because she hadn't remembered hearing the phone.

Jane didn't have very many friends, usually just acquaintances. But hearing from Zanna, because they had a history as friends, she had to call her back. She wanted to see her. She redialed calling Zanna back. She waited, hearing the ring. When she did answer. "Hey Dude, Its Jane. You wanna meet at the bar a little later, have drinks and eat?"