Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural. Or Dean. Or Sam. Even though she would undoubtedly love it if she did own Jensen and Jared...
Jordan: -evil grin- Heheheheh...
Actual A/N: Right. So I should probably tell you now that I know absolutely nothing about Supernatural other than the fact that several of my friends are obsessed with it and it involves.. well.. supernatural stuff. XD I've never seen any more than a few random YouTube clips way back in the days when YT actually still worked for me. XD So yeah. My co-authoress on this fic, Jordann --
Jordan: Hola peoples!
Me: -- is in charge of the SPN-related stuff. Since I know less than nothing about it, as I've previously said. Okay, enough of my random jabbering and on with the story…
Chapter One -- The First Meeting
You might think I'm trashy
A little too hardcore
But in my neck of the woods
I'm just the girl next door
Yeah, I'm a redneck woman
Ain't no high-class broad
I'm just a product of my raisin'
I say hey, y'all and yee-haw
"Jordan, get your dadburned rear end back in the front seat before I knock you upside the head and drag you back up here," drawled a sixteen-year-old with a quite noticeable Southern accent and a long sheet of sleek, dark brown hair as she fixed her rear-view mirror with an annoyed, green-eyed glare.
"Listening to my iPod, can't hear you," replied a loud voice from the somewhat shorter sixteen-year-old from where she lay sprawled in the back seat.
"And turn down that city slicker racket while you're at it," the first girl went on.
"Then turn down your country crap!"
The girl behind the steering wheel proceeded to turn the song up even louder, and the second girl responded by doing the same thing with the volume on her iPod.
"Go ahead, then," grumbled the first girl, rolling her green eyes before returning them to the road. "And don't come crying to me when you burst your eardrums…"
"Oh, come on, Sammy, stop your whining!" yelled a twenty-year-old with brownish-blond hair and electric green eyes. "Dean, I'm not whining," a younger boy of about sixteen grumbled to his older brother. "I just don't see why Dad left us to go on a hunt all by ourselves! Jeez… Jerk…"
"Bi --""DEAN! LOOK OUT!" yelled Sam. The two Winchesters swerved to avoid hitting the purple Grand Am heading straight for them. The two girls in the other car did the same and their car flipped two times and landed right-side up in a corn field.
The first girl's hands were clenched on the steering wheel, and her breath was caught in her throat. Ironic; Daddy survives a car crash that would kill most people because he wasn't wearing a seat belt.. and I somehow make it through flipping a car because I AM wearing one.
"Jordan?" she asked slowly, almost tentatively, still not daring to move any more that it took to turn a worried green gaze on the rear view mirror.. where no sixteen-year-old was visible sprawled out on the seat like before. "You okay…?"
A groan was heard from the backseat and Jordan, who was wedged in the small space between the front seat and backseat, held up a hand and said, "Yeah… I'm good… just sort of… stuck?"
Up until then, the first girl had been worried and a little numb. Then she suddenly turned fierce and snarled, "Retarded -- cotton-picking -- carpetbagging -- DINGBATS!"
"Er, Lyn?" Jordan asked in a muffled voice from where she was attempting to get out of the tight place she was in, but Lyn was already standing up in the seat with her head and torso out of the sun roof. There was a wild fire in her green eyes as she caught sight of two guys climbing out of the car across the road and, a second later, Lyn was vaulting out of the sun roof, jumping off of the Grand Am's hood, and marching off toward the other vehicle as if going to war. And, knowing Lyn, she probably was.
"What the CRAP do you morons think you're doing, driving in the middle of the freaking road!?"
Jordan made an exasperated sound somewhere between a groan and a muffled sigh. Yeah, Lyn was definitely going to war.
"Uh… well… sorry… we were… distracted?" Dean said, startled by the girl's outburst. Then mumbled, "Jeez… for a girl she sure is aggressive…"
Lyn's eyes narrowed and a low sound almost like a growl escaped her lips right before she thundered, "You can't get distracted when you're driving on a two-lane road that's barely wide enough for two cars as is! You send perfectly good cars flying into corn fields and almost kill sixteen-year-olds in the back seat! And I would say you're a heck of a jerk for a guy, but apparently that's a pretty normal tendency for the likes of y'all!"
"Whoa…" Sam and Dean said at the same time, both sets of eyes wide in shock. "Uh…? A little help here!? Still stuck! In pain! Stop yelling at those idiots and get me out of here!" Jordan yelled as loud as she could.
Lyn heaved an exasperated mixture of a sigh and a growl and fixed Dean with a glare that clearly wished him a slow and torturous death. "Stay," she hissed. It wasn't a request, but an order; Lyn wasn't very prone to remembering her manners when random guys ran her off the road and flipped her car. "And you'd better hope she's all right."
And she promptly turned and stalked back toward her own car, clenching one fist and yanking her keys out of her pocket a little harder than was strictly necessary with the other. "Blame yanks," she grumbled under her breath.
Upon opening the back door and examining Jordan's predicament, Lyn advised, "Better not move 'til I can get you out of there and make sure nothing's broken. Any place in particular that hurts worse?"
"Hmm… well my head feels a little spinny and my arm feels like it's being ripped off by bigfoot…" Jordan said biting her lip thoughtfully. "So were the guys who ran us off the road hot?" Sam and Dean looked at each other upon hearing Jordan's last comment and grinned.
"Yeah, you're all right," Lyn said with a hint of laughter in her voice as she managed to free Jordan's foot from where it was wedged beneath the front seat. "But honestly, could you get any more boy-crazy? You watch, some maniacal axe murderer'll come after us next and you'll want his number…"
"OW! My arm hurts… which is weird… 'cause you didn't even touch my arm…" Jordan broke off with a thoughtful look on her face. "Hey! I'm not that boy-crazy! Not everyone can have an awesome hunter boyfriend like Marky-parky! And it would depend on whether the axe-murderer was hot or not! Ha! I rhymed!" she added as an afterthought.
Lyn rolled her eyes. "In the first place, his name is Mark, not any of the insane things you come up with to call him. Secondly --" she dropped her voice slightly -- "would you shut up about that? You realize there are random dudes who almost killed you already standing like ten yards away?"
Jordan got an unreadable expression on her face and then after a few seconds she yelled, "I don't care what his name is! He'll always be Marky-Parky to me! Teehee! I totally knew there were those random dudes who almost killed me over… someplace… near here… SO HA! …This whole getting me out thing isn't very effective is it?"
"Okay, either quit laughing and be slightly less random and a lot more still or I'm going to have to call in the Jaws of Life to get you out of here!"
"Is that when a guy comes and does mouth to mouth?" Jordan asked, a hopeful expression on her face. Dean and Sam stood listening to the two girls argue with each other, trying hard not to laugh.
"Okay," Lyn said exasperatedly, "that's it. Don't think that just because you're trapped in my car and might have a broken arm and I still have to go knock some sense into the two idgets who ran us off the road that I won't whack you upside the head!"
"WHAT?! Seriously… what's a Jaw of Life… cause I haven't had a boyfriend in a while…" Jordan replied, shrinking away from Lyn.
There was a whacking sound as Lyn planted her palm in the middle of her forehead. "Okay," she said exasperatedly. "IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH GUYS! Why do you think everything has something to do with guys!?"
Jordan wrinkled her eyebrows, "Well, 'cause guys are awesome! ... Most of the time... But can we just argue later?" Jordan suddenly got a thought and then perked up. "Hey! Guys who almost killed me! Can you guys come over here and help get me out?"
"Or not," Lyn yelled even louder. "You've done quite enough damage for today, thank you!"
Jordan grabbed Lyn's wrist and pulled her down to her level. "Come on! It can't hurt! And we're getting nowhere!"Dean and Sam stood there, unsure of what to do.
Lyn met Jordan's gaze warily, and spoke in a low voice. "Oh, really? And since when can anything not hurt anything, Jordan? We don't know who the crap they are, what they want, why in the name of all that's good and holy they were driving in the middle of the freaking road…"
"Oi… Lyn come on! We really need to work on your people skills! Just trust people!" Jordan tried to tackle Lyn and instead fell out of the car, finally managing to un-wedge herself from the car and cried out in pain then cursed when she landed on her arm. "Son of a bitch mother effa!"
"See, this is what you get when you try to tackle me," Lyn said with a faint smile as she tried to shift Jordan's weight off of that shoulder and arm so that she could examine it. "Not to mention for not wearing a seat belt. You trying to get my license revoked or something? Then who'd drive you around while you complain about countryfied music?"
Jordan rolled her eyes, "Yeah... you do realize we're eventually gonna have to talk to those two guys, right?"
Lyn thought about that for a second and then joked with a crooked grin, "Not if we kill 'em first."
Jordan laughed and finally got to her feet. "OH… MY… GOSH! LYN!" Jordan ducked behind the car.
Lyn turned on her heel, expecting to see something extraordinary or possibly dangerous... but found herself staring at the same two rather clueless-looking guys who had almost hit her car earlier. Then she blinked and shot Jordan a weird look. "What?"
"They're so hot! Especially the one on the right with the blondish hair! Eep! And I look so crappy!"
First Lyn had a random desire to laugh. Then a random desire to roll her eyes. Then a random desire to whack herself in the forehead. Fortunately, she had enough self-control to avoid any of these. "Okay," she said slowly, putting a hand on her hip and looking at Jordan like she rather thought she was crazy -- which, in fact, was true. "Let me get this straight. You're freaking out over two random dudes who almost killed you? Have you lost your cotton-picking city slicker mind?"
Jordan grinned and said, "Oh I love it when you use that southern speak with me!"
She then got up and walked past Lyn to the two guys. "Hi! Are you the guys who almost killed me?"
Dean grinned and said, "Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't even get a chance to say anything before your crazy friend attacked me." Jordan glared at him and said, "You think that my," she used her fingers to quote, "'friend' is crazy!? Well just an FYI, she's my SISTER, and nobody can call her crazy but me! Got it!?"
"Crazy, sane, what's the difference?" Lyn interjected, shrugging. "It's a very fine line between genius and madness; sometimes you have to straddle the fence. However, there is a huge difference between confrontation and attacking," she added with a raised right eyebrow and a dark look at Dean. "You see, my attacking you would likely have ended with you bleeding."
She flashed a fake, quite sarcastic smile and Jordan said, "You know what, Lyn? It don't matter at all. Let's go… we gotta get this hunt started -- whoopsies!"
"Er, yeah," Lyn agreed quickly, switching her fake smile for another false, but more convincing one and glancing at Jordan. "Them deer, y'know? They won't be waiting around for us. Quick.. and tricky… those deer…"
Dean and Sam exchanged a look and Dean said, "Riiiight… well we gotta go… bye!"
They both turned on their heels and then got in their cars and left without another word.
"Nice job playing it cool, there," Lyn said with a sigh as the engine turned over. She didn't wait for an answer, just switched the radio off and thoughtfully watched the other vehicle pull out of the field on the opposite side of the road. "We should probably try to find the farmer who owns this field tomorrow and apologize…"Her voice trailed off as she backed out of the field, too, and whacked at a corn stalk that tried to come in the window. But as she pulled out onto the road again, she gave Jordan a sideways look and asked, "Didn't they seem… strange, to you? Especially after you let it slip that we were going hunting. I don't think they bought our horrible, impromptu cover story -- not surprising, since it isn't even deer season -- but…"
Jordan thought for a second and then shrugged it off. "Oh, well; they're gone now." "Yeah… Now, let's get you to a hospital and get that arm looked at."