Jane and Dean were both sound asleep, the latter out like a light as he'd drank too many beers to count. The situation they were in had taken its toll on the man. His wife, mother-in-law, and father-in-law were nowhere to be found. They had driven up to his in-laws only to find the place deserted. Maybe they too had fled, or so he hoped. Jane was disappointed, and bit her tongue hard enough to not cry. She had been rather quiet on their way to this new house they'd found. Dean, on the other hand, put up a brave front as he kept reassuring his step-daughter the rest of her family was alive and well. But once he told her to go to bed in order to hit the road in the middle of the night, he found some wine and despite not being his drink of choice, drank himself silly while barely able to walk upstairs and pass out.

A foreign sound made Jane gasp. She opened her eyes and sat up straight, what little light was left in the day barely illuminating the room as the girl scanned her surroundings. She had had a dream, a good one at that. She was celebrating her baby brother's shower. She'd finally have a sibling, and throughout the dream her mother and Dean were promising her they wouldn't love her any less or treat her any different.

There was another sound. Jane's heart quickened again, and she slowly pushed half of the sleeping bag off of her. Maybe Dean was outside. Or maybe it was someone else? She turned to her side and saw her step-father's still silhouette. They weren't alone. 

[color=lightpink]"Dean, wake up!"[/color] Jane did her best to get his attention all while whispering. [color=lightpink]"Hey, there's someone outside!"[/color]

No response. 

Jane sighed, crawling over to the corner where her stepfather lay. She grabbed his shoulder and tried to wake him, but he mumbled some incomprehensible nonsense and started snoring immediately. 

[color=lightpink]"If this is how it's going to be you're in for a world of trouble."[/color]

The girl reached for the gun secured to Dean's waist. She would temporarily take it just to make sure there was no one outside wanting to look for trouble. She'd been warned, after all, that it was a possibility to come across others looking to do more harm than good, and she wasn't taking any chances. 

Jane slowly got up and tiptoed her way to the door, freezing in place when the floor creaked underneath her weight. 

[color=lightblue]"Jane, what are you doing up?"[/color]

The girl drew in a sharp breath, not expecting him to be up. [color=lightpink]"Shh! There's someone in here!"[/color]

[color=lightblue]"Wha--you sure?"[/color]

Great. He was drunk. That's why he didn't respond when she called out to him.

[color=lightpink]"No, I'm kidding. I'm going to the bathroom, just go back to sleep."[/color]

[color=lightblue]"Okay."[/color]

Jane didn't know whether she'd made the right choice or not, but being he was as drunk as she assumed him to be, she'd be the one to be taking care of him instead of the other way around. After she saw him turn away, she reached for the door to open it and slowly stuck her head out into the hall, gun in hand with a tight grip. Empty. Jane then was careful not to make any noise as she walked outside, her head on a swivel for any signs of danger.