A Face From The Past. // Jane & Castiel //

Jane was in a motel room in Kansas, she had within the year quit her job as a trainer. She had a hard time dealing with what had happened to with the Winchesters. She had met with an old friend who she found was also a hunter. At this point she had been following odd happenings. She now drove a Harley Davison motorcycle that was very nice, but she had managed to get it out of a bargain. She's been having a hard time making money without stealing, but managing to get by. She had been betting on games with accuracy. So far that had gone well. Her motorcycle helmet was laying on the sink across from her bed with a large mirror above it. The bed was shitty, it creaked every time she moved, it bothered her back, but she had trained herself not to be bothered by it. She was looking at her computer, she was watching a live broadcast of a crime scene. The woman was talking about an odd event of people dying with they're eyes being burned out of their heads. Holy shit, that was an odd thing. Maybe a supernatural[ha] kind of thing. It wasn't that far from where she was in the motel. Maybe there would be witnesses. She had never thought about going undercover as an FBI agent like the Winchester's had. Or as a cop. The thought never occurred to her. Closing her computer Jane got up from the creaking bed, leaving her computer there. She pulled her backpack onto her back and looked at herself in the mirror. There was a scar on her face from where Crowley had cut her. Being on the move like she was, kept the nightmares at bay. Her hex bag hung on a necklace around her neck. Looking like an odd decoration. Her shoulder was also scarred badly from Meg.

She ran her hands through her messy hair, and pulled on her helmet. She was wearing a leather jacket that was good for riding. She walked outside into the darkish sky. It was cloudy out today, she pulled her keys out of her pocket. Starting the engine she climbed on the bike. Jane adored this bike. She revved the engine and drove off toward the crime scene. While driving, Jane saw the crowd of people, she did a loop and parked about a block away. She took off her helmet and put it on the handle bars. She casually walked toward the crime scene in the crowd of people, trying to see if she could see and or hear anything.

Jane had heard the Impala pull up, but it hadn't registered in her head that the Winchester boys might be around, even if this was their kind of thing. She saw two guys dressed in suits and she recognized them. They were under cover, so she didn't call out their names. She paced around the lines of tape wandering slightly off into a small line of trees. Thick leaves covered the ground though it wasn't fall. A tree was totally empty of its leaves, though it didn't look dead, it just looked like the tree thought it was fall. She kicked at the leaves which were piled up oddly. Being out of the line of sight of particularly anyone she felt something under the leaves. Something squishy yet firm. She moved the leaves away to find another body. Its eyes blown out of its head, like they were burned by fire. This did not frighten her. She examined the body, looking over it, wondering what happened. It just looked like a normal person who had been going about his day, probably working, on break, taking a walk to a restaurant, then poof. His eyes burned out of his head. He looked like a normal guy. She wondered why this one, not like the others had been covered with leaves. She examined the tree. It looked normal, she touched the bark, it was strong, not dying. Having no idea what they were dealing with, she casually fixed the leaves and walked back up to the road.

Jane spotted where the beautiful shiny impala was parked. She waltzed over and waited for the boys to return to it, knowing that they would.

Jane was feeling like since she had discovered a chase that the Winchester's had thought was good, she was on the right track. She was a big amateur. A lot of her time spent researching. But the problem was that she was never sure whether or not it was correct information. But she was trying. She had a gun, that was in the back of her pants, covered by her leather bikers jacket. Her hands were in her pocket when she saw Dean starting to approach from the crime scene. She saw the police cars starting to drive away and people started to go about their business. They had probably not seen much. "Nice necklace." Dean said as he walked over to her.

"Thanks," she smirked. "It felt better than putting it in my pocket all the time." she gave a slight shrug. "So I was right in thinking this is your kind of thing?" Jane asked, giving a nod toward the crime scene as she spoke. She never thought she'd see these boys again. "Sam still over there looking at stuff? When he comes over I got something I found to show you."

Jane had expected Sam to follow suite more quickly. But he was still over by the crime scene. She wondered what was taking him. "You would be absolutely 100% right." He told her. She wondered if he knew what was going on with these people having their eyes burned out of their head. She didn't ask at this moment though. "What did you find?" Jane was a little surprised at how anxious Dean was to go, without his brother was what surprised her. She gave a little inward shrug and said, "Come on," she lead Dean in the direction where she found the other body. What she hadn't looked for was the fact that there was symbols carved onto this dead man's chest. She felt no reason to touch the body, encase someone had seen her and accused her of doing it, though she had no idea how a person would do such a thing. Off of the crime scene she lead Dean to the tree that looked like it was fall.

"I found another one." she told him in a quiet tone. She moved the leaves away relieving the man, and his burnt out eyes. "This is fucked up." Jane had said in a casual tone. "What could do that?"

Jane looked at the body that lay before them. She watched as Dean bent down where he saw something she had missed. It was like saw dust or something. Why was that significant? She wondered, when he straightened up,, she saw Sam approaching. He scared Dean almost out of his skin. That made her chuckle slightly, and she saw Sam half grinning. She was surprised how much better Sam looked since she last saw him. It had been a while obviously. But he looked less out of it, distracted. Like whatever had been bothering him last time had gone. "Hey Sam." she gave him a little smile.

"So get this... sulfur." said Dean poking the dead man with his foot. "Yeah, I found some too. What is going on here?" Sam asked. "That was my question"

"What could burn someones eyes out of their head?" she asked them, looking down at the dead man, her hands in her pockets.