Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.
A/N: So Jordan and I were writing this when brainiac here fell asleep.
Jordan: It's not my fault!
Me: Evs. Anyway, her computer has died, and so any further writing until she gets it fixed will be done via cell phone... and therefore will probably be slower.
Jordan: It'll be fixed soon!
Me: And we shall continue to write.. hopefully... even if it will be slow.
Jordan: So don't forget to review, pretty please!
Chapter Ten -- Jordan's Plot
Jordan and Lyn were lying in opposite beds. Both couldn't sleep but they didn't want to admit it to the other. Jordan finally couldn't take it anymore and broke the silence: "You awake, too?"
Lyn sighed. "Yeah… Really can't sleep… Recently…"
"Me either… Ugh… I think I'm just gonna tell Dean how I feel… I can't take not sleeping anymore and I suspect this is my brain's way of saying 'You are such an idiot, just tell him or I'll never let you sleep again'…"
Lyn was silent. Really, Jordan was right… Things definitely couldn't go on like this. Sam and Lyn barely spoke any more -- to each other or otherwise -- and Dean and Jordan had just been increasingly awkward lately. I'm a coward, she growled mentally, crossing her arms. A freaking pig-headed coward…
"Ugh… I'm gonna tell him tomorrow… er… today. God, I hope I don't make a complete fool out of myself… You gonna talk to Sam?"
There was another fairly lengthy silence before Lyn finally answered faintly, "I guess.. I have to try…"
"We'll both tell them today… I'll take Dean out to the diner so you two can be alone. But for now… I'm gonna try and go to sleep again." Jordan yawned.
Again, Lyn said nothing; she just shifted her weight slightly and thought wryly, Good luck with that...
Jordan sat thinking. She had just woken up and could not for the live of her think of a way to get Sam and Lyn in one place. Suddenly an amazing and foolproof idea came to her and she started shaking Lyn. "Lyn! Get up!"
"Huh? What?" Lyn asked in a half-asleep voice, sitting straight up and blinking blearily while simultaneously pulling a knife out from under her pillow almost reflexively. "What's the matter?"
"I have an amazing idea! Get up!" Jordan pulled the covers off her sister and sat on her bed.
"… Oh," Lyn said slowly, grasping the concept that there was no actual immediate danger and lowering the blade. Her back cracked in three places as she got up and shook her hair back out of her face. "So what is it, then?" she asked wearily, nonetheless sounding a little more awake.
"Okay. We can go in there and say we found another case, which I did. While we're in there I can say I'm hungry and then I can be like, Lyn's car stalled this morning and that I need to borrow the Impala. Dean, of course, won't let me borrow or drive the car ever since I almost crashed it and Dean will offer to drive the car. I can talk to Dean in the Impala and you can talk to Sam in the hotel room!" She took a long breath afterwards.
Lyn blinked and said slowly, "Uh... that's nice...?" Apparently she was still somewhat groggier than she had sounded a second ago.
"Ugh… That took forever to think of! Come on. Let's go over." Jordan got up, grabbed a pair of jeans and a tank top then went into the bathroom.
"Yeahsurewhatever," Lyn murmured. She glanced down at the gray sweat-style capris and black camisole she was presently wearing, shrugged, and just sat back down again, staring at the wall with half-closed eyes.
Five minutes later, Jordan came out of the bathroom, her hair hanging over her shoulders loosely. "Come on, sleepy head, up and at 'em!"
"I need caffeine to be up and at 'em when I haven't slept more than a couple of hours in days," Lyn grumbled, attempting to pull her fingers through her wavy hair but only succeeding in getting them caught. "This is why I hate Dad for the unruly hair gene…"
"Fine! Caffeine junkie…" Jordan walked over to the the coffeemaker and put water in the top and turned it on.
"Get away from the blame coffee pot," Lyn said darkly, throwing the nearest available object -- a hairbrush -- at Jordan. "I don't need city slicker coffee. I need coffee strong enough to walk on its own, dadburn it…"
"Ugh… Whatever! You do it, then! If you ever get out of bed…"
"I'm out of bed, I'm just lethargic and annoyed and you should freaking know better than to snap at me while I'm in caffeine withdrawal." She then proceeded to the coffeemaker, muttering something dark but mostly unintelligible under her breath that had something to do with "Feed you to the crows... blame city slicker…"
Jordan rolled her eyes at Lyn and said, "Sorry… I'm just nervous. I mean, what if Dean never wants to talk to me again!?" She then looked wide-eyed at Lyn. "Oh my gosh, are you hearing this!? I haven't been this nervous or insane over a boy since freshman year! Remember Brad Liptkin?" She shuddered and muttered, "Never again…"
"He will," Lyn mumbled as she sat and watched the coffee drip, occasionally flicking the coffeemaker as if to make it go faster. "He's Dean, for pity's sake… Worst case scenario, he makes stupid jokes… Acts a little weird… Maybe drops the stupid smirk for ten effing seconds…… And Brad Liptkin was a freaking moron… Dean's only somewhat of a moron…"
"Yeah… Okay, freak-out over!" Jordan grinned. "Brad Liptkin was an idiot… I mean, just… ugh. The coffee almost done? I really wanna get this over with."
"Back off my coffee," Lyn said with a bizarrely suspicious glare. "Touch it and I keep your fingers as penance."
Jordan shook her head. "You're weird when you're sleep-and-coffee-deprived, you know that?"
"Yeah, yeah... You're weird when you're not, so whatever…"