Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.
A/N: Jordan: My computer is fixed!!
Lyn: Yeah, apparently she was right when she said 'soon.' XD
Jordan: Hey, I stand by my word… including when I said we write better with reviews… :D
Chapter Eleven -- The Awkwardness Level
A short while later, after Lyn had finally had her coffee and regained what degree of sanity she usually had, the two made the long and harrowing trek to the next room and Jordan knocked on the door. After about ten seconds, it opened, and there stood Sam in all his glory. Wearing just a pair of sweatpants.
It wasn't as if Lyn had never seen a guy without a shirt before. Heck, it was practically uniform attire for every male from five to fifty in the Tennessee summer when there was work to be done in fields or outside in general. But something about the fact that it was Sam and that she had to admit he looked… really good… made a hint of color rise to her cheekbones. Yeah, this definitely was not helping the awkwardness level…
With a jolt as if she had just touched a livewire, Lyn's gaze suddenly switched to a spot to the extreme left side of her vision, where there were no shirtless hunters. "Er, hi," she said, seemingly addressing the doorframe, which she was currently staring at. "We were, uh -- or Jordan was -- was, uh -- going to say something -- about something -- I think -- and, er -- I've had coffee, and yeah…"
"Awkward…" Jordan said in a sort of sing-song voice. When Sam just stood there, she went on, "Uh… Sam? Can you, uh… put a shirt on? This is really awkward."
"Uh, yeah... Yeah -- just -- uh -- sorry -- I, uh, just got up, and I didn't know you -- uh, you two -- I'm gonna go put on a shirt now," Sam stuttered.
"You do that," Jordan said, smirking as a blush formed on Sam's face to match the one she had just noticed on Lyn's high cheekbones.
"Next time you freaking call first, Jordan," Lyn hissed out of the side of her mouth, still gazing persistently at the doorframe.
"Not my fault! How was I supposed to know that Sam would answer the door with no shirt on!?" Jordan replied in the same hiss Lyn had used. Jordan peered into the room and saw Dean lying on the bed with a pair of boxers and no shirt. "Jeez… these two have a thing against shirts or something?" Jordan murmured as a blush settled on her cheeks.
"The crap if I know. You'd think they were rednecks or something… And I still freaking blame you… And maybe him…" For being freaking hot… … Holy crap, did I just think that!? … Jeez, I'm turning into Jordan…
Sam came back out to the door with a black t-shirt on. "Sorry -- uh -- just -- woke up and -- uh -- yeah… Hey.. Lyn…"
Jordan smiled slightly at Sam's embarrassment then looked over at Lyn.
"Y-yeah.. hi… Sam…" Lyn actually met Sam's gaze for the first time in days… At least, for a second. Then she quickly shifted to nervously glancing from Jordan to the doorframe to the ceiling.
"So… Dean's still asleep, huh? Uh, I'll go wake him up. Why don't you two go for, uh -- a walk.. or something?" Jordan said looking over at Lyn then walking over to Dean's bed.
"Uh -- sure? Walk… Wanna.. wanna go for a -- uh, walk, Lyn?" Sam asked uncertainly.
Lyn was currently trying not to blush, but looked rather like she had a sunburn, anyway. "I -- uh -- I -- s-sure, I -- I guess…?"
