Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.

A/N: Lyn: So yeah, this got lost somewhere during the move between my old computer and this computer. But I have it now so now I post it!

Chapter Ten – The Ambush

"Bull Creek Lodge," Jordan read aloud, her eyes fixed on the sign of the motel they were just pulling into. "Sounds more like a place for game hunters than supernatural hunters. You sure this is the place?"

"Positive," Lyn said grimly. "My contact in town mentioned the place specifically. Black '67 Impala, two gorilla men who needed shaves and carried around duffel bags. Sounds pretty concise to me."

"Alright," Jordan agreed with a nod. "I'll park around back so they won't see the car when they get back… You have the room number?"

"A18."

"We're set then. Got everything?"

"Don't I always?" Lyn asked with a smirk as they parked and she got out of the car and threw her black-and-purple duffel over her shoulder.

"You're sure you can pick these locks?" Jordan asked skeptically as she eyed the door of room A18.

"O ye of little faith," Lyn said, rolling her eyes. "Did I not once break into a maximum security cell to spring Jesse after he got collared for being in a cemetery after dark?"

"Point taken."

The door swung open and Lyn cleared it before motioning to Jordan to come inside. Jordan set her jaw grimly and took up a position behind the door. "And now we play the waiting game…"

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"Well, if it's not a witch, what the hell is it?" Dean growled in annoyance as he and his brother walked back to their room.

"I don't know, Dean," Sam said impatiently. "That's why we need more research."

"You and your research," Dean grumbled. "I swear, Sammy, one of these days –"

But he didn't get to finish his sentence because just as they had walked into the room, Lyn caught him with a blow to the back of his head that left him dazed. Sam barely had time to widen his eyes before Jordan put a gun to his temple and ordered, "Sit down in the chair."

She gestured toward two simple wooden chairs in the middle of the room, one of which Lyn was currently tying Dean to, a blade held threateningly at his throat as she did so.

Sam did as he was told and it was around the same time that Jordan was standing up straight after tying him down that Dean's head started to clear enough for him to realize what was going on – and recognize who was doing it.

"What the hell do you two want?!"

"The truth," Lyn snapped, her newly recovered nine millimeter in her hand and pointing, again, right between Dean's eyes.

"I told you the truth!" he shot back, growling angrily.

"Let us go!" Sam added, trying to pull his wrists free but being very conscious of the weapons trained on him and his brother. "Dean, what the hell did you say to them?! I told you not to go to that hospital!"

"Hey, don't try to blame this on me!" Dean argued. "They've got it in their heads that we've been telling people to come after them!"

"Look," Sam said, trying his best ambassador-like voice, his eyes trained carefully on Jordan's. "The only person we talked to was our friend Bobby because he was the one who told us you were a demon. But he swore he wouldn't tell anyone."

"Yeah, well somebody lied," Lyn snarled. "A guy we used to hunt with showed up twice in one week and tried to kill us because he knew. Either of you wanna tell me how that happened?"

"We don't know!" Dean almost yelled. "Look, I'm telling you – I said we would leave you alone and we have! Probably someone you told –"

"Don't you even try to blame anyone else!" Jordan interrupted. "Nobody else knows but Lyn, Wendy, Jo, and you two."

"And who has the biggest mouth on that list?" Lyn added, her finger twitching toward the trigger as she glared at Dean.

"Whoa, come on!" Dean tried to reason, his eyes going wide. "We didn't tell anybody, okay? I swear!"

"They're not gonna talk, Lyn," Jordan said. "Let's just get this over with."

"Last chance," Lyn warned, her green eyes going darker. "Why did you send Keith after us?"

"I don't even know a Keith!" Dean yelled in frustration. "So what, you're just gonna kill us in cold blood while we're tied to chairs?!"

"What, you mean like you nearly did to me?" Jordan yelled back.

"I apologized for that, I said I wouldn't jump to conclusions like that again, and –"

This time Dean was interrupted by a crash as the motel door was knocked off its hinges. Splinters of wood flew in every direction and Jordan and Lyn turned just in time to see Keith standing framed in the doorway.

"Should have figured you'd show up," Jordan snarled. "Come to help your buds here?"

"Them?" Keith asked before snickering and adjusting the aim of the rifle he currently had pointed at Jordan's chest. "Why would I care about them? I'm here for you two, same as always."

"Not the same as always," Lyn corrected him. "If it was the same as always, you'd be on our side."

"I don't side with demons and murderers," Keith snarled. "Now put down the weapons or I put a hole in her you won't be able to fix."

Lyn and Jordan both carefully placed the handguns on the floor and kicked them away. Dean blinked and switched his gaze to Lyn. "Murderers? Who'd you kill?"

"No one," Lyn said, her voice going softer than usual.

"Liar!" Keith thundered, a manic look in his eyes as he switched the rifle to point at Lyn. "My brother's dead because of you! Mom died after I left to find you because she couldn't take being alone! You killed my entire family, how dare you play innocent!"

"I didn't kill anyone!" Lyn yelled back, her voice about an octave higher than usual. "Kyle knew it was dangerous –"

"Of course it was dangerous. People have a tendency to die around you, don't they, Lyndi?" Keith asked scathingly. "Even when we were kids – did you ever tell Nicole's parents what really happened?"

No one could miss the change that came over Lyn's face then, not even Dean. It was like this Keith guy's words had sapped the fighting spirit right out of her. Even the green of her eyes seemed dimmed.

"Shut up, Keith!" Jordan yelled, her fists clenched at her sides. "You think you can call her a murderer because she's a hunter and supernatural nut jobs are always after her and her family?! You wanna talk about a murderer?! How many innocent people have you killed?! How much blood's on your hands?! Huh?!"

"I won't be called a murderer by a demon," Keith growled, switching to pointing the rifle back at Jordan. "Just for that, you get the honor of dying first."

If Keith had been looking at Lyn, he would have seen the sudden surge of fury that swelled up in her eyes, blotting out all reason and self-concern. As it was, the only one who saw it was Dean who had no choice but to look at Lyn because he was tied to the chair right in front of her. And, well, he could have shouted a warning but frankly this Keith guy seemed like he could use a good ass-whooping.

One second, Lyn had been staring straight forward, glassy-eyed and almost listless; the next, she had lunged forward and wrenched the rifle from his grasp. It fired once, lodging a bullet in the ceiling before it slid under the couch.

Keith took a blow to the jaw before he got over the shock of Lyn's attack and barely kept her from breaking his nose. She blocked his first punch but then caught one that busted her lip. Jordan started to move forward but then Keith pulled a knife longer than his hand from somewhere within his trenchcoat and held the blade to Lyn's throat.

"One more step and you'll be taking a bath in her blood," he growled.

"Hey, Keith?" Lyn interjected as a thin line of blood trailed down from where the edge of the blade pressed lightly against her skin. "You really should've dropped by the dojo more instead of chasing girls."

Both her hands closed on his arm and she dropped her weight, pulling the blade down and away from her neck before throwing him over her shoulder. He landed on the floor with a crash that shook the building and Dean's and Sam's eyebrows both shot up. You could almost read the thoughts in both their eyes: Damn, this chick had skills.

However, it seemed that Keith also had skills because as he fell, he pulled a shorter knife from his pocket and sliced a long line down the side of Lyn's leg. She fell with a hiss of pain and then the next thing she knew, he was on his feet again with the revolver that had been pulled from under the bed pointed at Jordan's head to prevent her from moving to her friend's aid.

"Enough," he snarled, blood dripping down the side of his face from where he had hit it on the foot of the bed. "You're all going to stand still and die in an orderly manner, all right?!"

"Since when did I ever listen to you?" Jordan asked, her eyes narrowing to slits.

"Hey, why are we dying?!" Dean objected. "What did we do?!"

"You're here with them," Keith said coldly. "That's enough reason."

"You always were a fool, Keith," Lyn said from where she was trying to put pressure on her leg to stop the bleeding, "but I never knew just how much of one until right now."

Keith smirked and turned back to her, raising her off the ground by her hair. "Was that a volunteer to be the first to die?"

"No," Lyn hissed through gritted teeth. "It was a volunteer to do this."

With surprising speed for someone who a moment ago had been lying motionless on the floor, Lyn struck the nerve at Keith's wrist that caused his finger to jerk back from the trigger before knocking the gun from his hand. He drew back to hit her but then her other hand, the one that had seemed to be putting pressure on her leg, pulled a knife from the thigh pocket of her jeans and drove it into his calf.

With a cry of pain, Keith dropped her and wrenched the knife from his leg. Then he stood facing her, she on the ground and he leaning all his weight on his one good leg, both holding a knife ready to throw.

"You know I've got better aim, kid," Lyn said hoarsely, her green eyes fixed unblinkingly on his hazel ones.

Keith smirked. "Who says I'm aiming at you?"

The knife left his hand a split second before he turned on his heel and put on a surprising burst of speed to make the cover of the door. Lyn didn't see this; she shouted her warning of, "Jordan, get down!" and threw herself at her friend, knocking her to the floor just as the knife whizzed over their heads and buried itself in the wall.

Jordan hit her head on the wall, stunning her for a moment, and when she came back to her senses Keith's truck was pealing out of the parking lot. "Damn it!" she yelled, getting up and running toward the door, but he was already long gone.

"While you're up, get me the first aid kit out of the trunk, would you?" Lyn muttered from where she was leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. "The good one with the suture needle, I'm gonna need it…"

Jordan nodded and went out to the car. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean were staring as if they had never seen anything quite like this before. Finally Sam spoke up: "So do you believe us now?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't get whiny," Lyn grumbled, wrenching the knife Keith had thrown out of the wall and picking herself up off the floor. She cut the ropes binding both men's hands and added, "You can get your own ankles loose, neither of you are bleeding profusely." Then she proceeded to half sit and half fall onto the nearest bed, dragging her wounded leg up after her to examine the wound.

"You let them loose?" Jordan asked as she came back in, still a little edgy after the whole almost getting killed by them thing. "You're sure we can trust them?"

"As much as we can trust anybody," Lyn said with a shrug, taking the first aid kit and opening it on the bed beside her. "Sorry about that, I guess," she added without looking at the Winchesters. "But I think you two already know the whole only-logical-option-not-being-the-right-one thing by now."

"I told you I wouldn't tell anyone," Dean said slowly as he got himself free and walked over to her, then frowned down at the wound on her leg. "You sure you shouldn't go to a hospital for that?"

Lyn actually laughed at that as she sterilized the needle. "Like I've never stitched myself up before!" Then she proceeded to pull back her sleeve and show off a thin line of twelve stitches on her forearm. "That's what he did the last time. I swear, he has some kind of knife fetish or something."

Jordan snickered. "Now, we both know Keith wasn't the one you were getting kinky with."

Lyn glared at her friend. "Remind me why I keep saving your life again?"

Jordan laughed and shook her head. "Because you'd go crazy and destroy half of the continental United States without me. Anyway!" She helped Sam to his feet and looked around at the room. Bullet hole in the ceiling, knife hole in the wall, blood, discarded firearms. Typical aftermath of hunters, in general.

"All right, whatever," Lyn said through gritted teeth as she began to stitch the wound together. "Just give me twenty minutes and we can get the heck out of Dodge."

Sam stared at her. "What? With probably fifty stitches by the time you're through? Are you crazy?!"

"Sammy's got a point," Dean agreed. "You two really should stick around for a while. You wouldn't be much use on your own with a bum leg and arm and we can help keep an eye out for the trenchcoat crusader."

When Lyn looked up at them the distrust in her eyes was apparent. Then again, she was a hunter and hunters were bred to suspect everyone.

"Thanks but no thanks," she said, shaking her head as she went back to stitching her leg. "Jordan and I can take care of ourselves. And you've kind of already tried to kill us yourselves before, so…"

"Well, you tried to kill us too so we're even," Dean shot back.

Jordan bit her lip. "They are right, Lyn," she said slowly. "You just get more banged up every time he shows up and I still have that knife wound…"

"So you want to trust the guys who tried to kill us?!"

"And who you tried to kill," Dean added.

Lyn glared. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to succeed."

"You sure are aggressive for a chick, you know that?"

"I'm a hunter," Lyn corrected him as she tied off the stitch. "If you expect me to back down because you're a guy and four inches taller than me, you're full of it."

"Look, I'm just trying to keep you from killing yourself."

"And you're succeeding!" Jordan interrupted. "Why? Because I have the keys and I say we're staying here!"

Lyn's gaze snapped from Dean to Jordan in a tenth of a second flat as if she couldn't believe who had just been speaking. "What?!"

"Come on, Lyn," Jordan said, taking on a pleading tone. "At least for a day or two until we can make sure your leg doesn't get infected."

"You want to stay here? With them?"

"Hey, you were the one who let them loose!" Jordan said shrugging. "And well it is pretty obvious they didn't tell Keith anything now considering he threatened to kill them." She sighed and sat down next to her friend. "Come on, Lyn. You have to trust people sometimes. We could use the help."

Lyn growled softly in frustration but her eyes showed that she was thinking. She knew she couldn't change Jordan's mind and in truth she really wasn't in any fit state to take on Keith again right now. And she definitely wasn't about to take on Jordan over this.

"Fine," she said with a sigh, slamming the first aid kit shut to show her disapproval of this plan. "One day."