5 Missed calls

"Jane! Jane! Get up! Dinner is almost ready!" The voice yelled from downstairs disturbing the sleep Jane was having in a warm, comfortable bed. She groaned and sat up, her legs over the side of the bed. She was half dressed, in her underwear and a loose sleeveless shirt with no bra. She could smell scents of Thanksgiving wafting through the house. How did she get here? She was home. It had been forever since she had been home, home as in her parents’ house. She didn't remember coming here. The last thing she remembered was working on a case. She felt and heard a shift in the bed behind her and she stood up whirling around, seeing to her own surprise Charlie Bradbury drowsily dozing in the bed next to her. This didn't make any sense.

This felt real. Was it a dream? When had she met up with Charlie again? The last time they had met was on a case, where Charlie had been tormented by a terrifying creature with a tall slender body and supernatural powers. Shapeshifter was the first thing that came to mind as she stared at her red hair and sleepy face. Where were her weapons? Her guns? Charlie ran her hands on her face and let out a sigh. "Good morning, babe." She had no silver. She had nothing to test the reality of this at this moment. She should probably act as if she knew what was going on.

"How'd ya sleep?" She asked and looked on the floor where clothes were sprawled. She managed to find her pants and started to pull them on. "I slept great." She said sitting up finally, no clothes on. Jane couldn't help but side glance at her. "Dinners ready apparently." She said as she looked around her lost bra. There was a lot of clothes here, like she had been staying her for a long while. Had she lost her memory? What was going on?

"Happy Thanksgiving, babe." Charlie said sleepily and ran her hand through her hair and then bent over the side of the bed and retrieved some of her clothes that were on the floor.

It was Thanksgiving? What was going on? She found her bra and a sweatshirt and pulled them on with her back turned to Charlie. She winced as she was hugged around the back by Charlie. "Come on your parents are waiting." She said in a quiet tone.
Charlie grabbed Jane’s hand and pulled her toward the door. This all felt surreal, something was wrong. She didn’t understand what was going on. She had been at her parents’ house in years. She went down the stairs following Charlie, feeling like she must be in a dream. She smelt turkey, she saw her father carrying it to the dining room table that was in the room next to the kitchen. ”Good morning girls.” He said sarcastically, but with a smirk on his face.

Her parents had never really been okay with her being with girls, but they looked happy as they glanced at Charlie. Charlie had popped into the kitchen while she helped them carry the food into the dining room. Her mom looked cheerful. "Charlie, I’m so glad you’re here with Jane.” her mother had said to the red head. ”It’s a pleasure to be here, thank you so much for inviting me.”

”We couldn’t pass up seeing you since you two just got engaged.” Her mother smiled as she placed the bowl of mashed potatoes onto the table.
Her breath caught in her throat. Engaged? What the fuck was going on here?

Something wasn't right. Was she dreaming? She felt the color draining from her face. And left the room without a word to enter the bathroom. Her cellphone was in her pocket. She pulled it out of her pocket. 5 missed called sat on the screen of her phone. All from unknown numbers. They were all different. This was really weird. She looked through her contacts and dialed Sam's number. It didn't even go to voicemail. The line just went dead. She tried to dial it again, and nothing was happening. That was freaking her out. The same with Deans number. She threw her phone out of frustration, the screen cracked as it hit the floor. She sat down on the side of the bathtub and sighed.

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Jane's phone wasn't even ringing to voicemail anymore. What was going on? She always answered her calls. They weren't even together. But they still talked. About cases or whatever what was going on. They had been closer since she had come back from Oz. Since the event with her dark side.
 
This was worrying her. Why wasn't she answering her calls? Had she talked to Dean and Sam lately? Anyone? She didn't even know if she talked to anyone else. She was sure she probably would, but still this wasn't like her.

Now five calls to Sam an no answer, so on the fifth call she left a voicemail. "Sam, I don't know whats going on, but somethings up with Jane, she hasn't picked up the phone in a couple days. Its not even going to voicemail anymore. I don't know what's going on. I'm getting worried. Call me back."