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A/N: So yeah, we actually wrote most of this yesterday, only it needed like a couple paragraphs… and so yeah…

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Chapter Three – Enlightenment

Jordan lay face-down on the floor between the two queen beds in the motel room.

"JJ?" Lyn asked quietly after making sure that she had closed and locked the door. "Jordan? … Something's up, and it's not strep. What's the matter?"

Jordan mumbled something into the carpet and groaned.

Lyn frowned and sat down cross-legged beside her friend. "Look, Jordan… You're worrying me. You're never this quiet, and you missed a great chance to annoy the hound out of me a minute ago. That's not you. What's wrong?"

Jordan sat up, and there were tears visible on her flushed cheeks. "There's something wrong with me… something very wrong…"

The crease between Lyn's eyebrows deepened and was joined by several more creases on her forehead. Slowly, almost cautiously, she asked, "What do you mean… 'wrong'…?"

"When Sam threw that little bit of holy water on us… and when Dean said… it… My skin stung, and I got a pain in my stomach." Jordan's voice shook. "I'm a demon… I didn't even know! They've come to kill me! They didn't get their information wrong!"

Lyn turned slightly pale, but it was definitely a show of good faith that she didn't reach for a knife. For a long moment, she was silent, and then she said in a faint voice, "Maybe – maybe it was a coincidence. You don't know… You don't know that, it doesn't prove anything. Maybe it just stung because it was cold. Maybe you just had a stomach cramp. You don't know, Jordan, you can't just say something like that!" she concluded, speaking faster the longer she went on.

"Lyn… cristo…" Jordan's stomach pain was worse than last time, which made her wince and hold her abdomen. She reached for her duffel bag, where she always kept a flask of holy water, and sprinkled a bit on her skin. It made a hissing sound, and it felt to Jordan as if someone was taking a knife to her.

"Stop it," Lyn hissed, grabbing Jordan's wrist and pulling it away. Her eyes were frightened but determined as they met her friend's. "Listen to me, Jordan. We've been friends for a long time. We've been hunters for a long time. You can't just… Jordan, you can't be a demon."

Lyn wasn't trying to rationalize any more; no, she now was definitely in denial.

Jordan looked up at Lyn. "I'm scared… I mean, Lyn, what if I am!? They should kill me if I am. I don't want to hurt anybody. I mean, you know me. I know me. But, I could become something else altogether. I could hurt you. I can't let myself become what we hurt every day… I won't let it happen." There was matched determination and fear in her eyes as she looked back at Lyn.

"You're not," Lyn said, shaking her head. "You're not gonna. I don't care, Jordan. I don't give a freaking crap, all right?" she demanded a little more loudly, abruptly standing up and turning to face a wall. "I've lost enough family, enough friends. I'm not just backing down and accepting it this time." She shook her head and said through gritted teeth, "I'm not letting it happen again."

Jordan bit back tears, too, as she stood up and moved to stand next to Lyn. "I'm not seeing a whole lot of options here! There are two hunters outside, and they're hell-bent on killing a demon – me! And they're ready to kill me, regardless of anything you or I may say! Believe me, Lyn, I don't wanna die… I really don't. But what if I turn into something…"

Exasperatedly, she cried out. "Do you want me to become a hazard to everything and anything around me!?"

Lyn's voice was hoarse and bordering on cracking as she asked, "Do you want me to?"

Her expression was fierce and her jaw set when she suddenly turned on her heel to face Jordan, but her normally sharp green eyes had an almost broken look in them that was only reflected by welling tears. "Maybe you are a demon. Maybe the muscle-for-brain twins out there were looking for you. You expect me to just stand aside? Again? Granny, Nicole, Enisi… Kyle?" Her voice broke, then, and it didn't recover its usual strength as she went on. "Jordan, Nicole didn't even know what she was dying for, and Kyle… Kyle was just a blasted fool for thinking I'd be fine without him. And now you think exactly the same thing, like you weren't even there. I'm not standing by this time, Jordan, and you're out of your freaking mind if you think I'm just gonna let you walk over there and, for all intents and purposes, commit suicide."

Jordan sighed and put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Okay. I'm sorry. I'm just freaking out here… I mean… What am I gonna do…?"

Finally, Jordan let the tears slide down her cheeks before walking over to one of the beds and collapsing on it, face buried in a pillow.

"You're gonna sleep," Lyn said quietly, sitting down on the other bed and facing the door so that Jordan couldn't see the tears streaking her own face. "Or you're gonna at least pretend to, and so am I. It's dark now, and your friends out there are still hanging around. They don't know how long we've been here, we'll just pull out in the morning and if they come after us… Well, I still have a few strings left to pull among hunters these days…"

Yet, however sure she tried to sound, something told her it wouldn't be quite that simple.

"Okay… 'Night, Lyn…" Jordan felt under her pillow for the knife that she always kept there… thinking that, one day, she could be something like a werewolf or a vengeful spirit… something hunted.