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A/N: Jordan: Hey people! It's Jordan! Okay, so, to answer your question, hinata-37, Sam and Lyn are sort of undefined… for now… Reviews rock our socks and stuff! So yeah! Me and Lyn are so happy with all the positive reviews, and just so you know, there will be more fanfics in the future! Also… do you think that the sort of snubby stuff with D/J is too much for a T rating? Should we add more description? Review!!
Chapter Fourteen -- Not the Good Kind of Random
"At least it's not another freaking spirit this time," Lyn grumbled under her breath as she picked the lemon out of her glass of water and checked it for seeds. "I am so dadburned sick of digging up dead guys. As if it isn't hard enough to get rid of the smell of death, you have to get rid of the smell of charred death."
The four were currently sitting in a mostly deserted diner and preparing for their next hunt. Well, for the most part, anyway; Lyn was currently busy wrinkling her nose and digging a seed out of the lemon wedge from her drink and Jordan was laughing at Lyn's attempts to get all the seeds out of said lemon wedge.
Finally their food came. Dean had gotten a cheeseburger and fries even though it was still breakfast time, Jordan got a chicken sandwich with lettuce, tomato, bacon, and cheese on it with fries on the side, Lyn had biscuits and sausage gravy, and Sam got a small stack of pancakes.
"Jeez, Sam… pancakes? So boring! I mean, seriously… when life gives you burgers you eat them! You don't get pancakes, you girl! No offense, Lyn… Jordan…"
Dean looked over at Jordan to see her taking a humongous bite of her sandwich. He smirked and said, "Well, then… That's the greatest thing I've ever seen… ever… so far…"
"I take offense, anyway," Lyn said, making a face at the plate in front of her and stabbing at her food with her fork. The fork stuck and she looked at it disgustedly. "Jeez, the yankee idgets call these biscuits? More like slabs of painted concrete…"
Jordan finished chewing her bite of sandwich… finally… and said, "Well, we may not make very good biscuits.. But… this sandwich is amazing! For a cheap diner anyway… But come on, Lyn… just eat it… unless you wanna be a rebel!" Jordan snorted and laughed at her own joke.
Dean smirked and looked over at Jordan. He then nudged her shoulder and, when she looked over, he pecked her on the lips, which made her grin and Lyn pull another strange face.
"Such an original joke, Jordan. And knock it off, the both of you! Some of us are attempting to keep down whatever we manage to stomach of breakfast, here…"
She then shifted rather uncomfortably and resumed stabbing at her plate. Well, she really didn't particularly care about eating it, but it gave her a pretty viable excuse to avoid Sam's gaze.
"It's a perfectly beautiful natural act, Lyndotia," Jordan said with a stern-smirk crossed look on her face.
God, I wish I could read minds… I mean, it's not like she told me she doesn't like me… or the kiss… Sam sighed and stared at his plate.
"So is death," Lyn shot back, dropping the fork onto her plate, folding her hands, and resting her chin on them. "Try that one and I bring you back from the dead just so I can kill you myself. And Enisi was Cherokee, so I'm a quarter, so I'll freaking find a way."
"I'm aware Enisi was Cherokee… uh… sisters, remember? And besides… we were just kissing. Just because you saw us making out doesn't mean that a little peck will kill you. Right, Dean?"
Dean however, was just staring at Jordan's lips. "Yeah… right…"
Lyn shrugged and ignored Dean. "Not the point. It's a threat line, you don't mess with a threat line. And I thought we agreed that was a vengeful spirit, remember? Or would you prefer I started ignoring you, aside from shoving you out of the way when you try to talk to me, for two weeks like we did to Joey that time we caught him in the barn with Nicole sophomore year?"
"Oh, yeah! That was scarring… but the looks on their faces were priceless!"
Jordan leaned her head against the back of the booth. They didn't even notice two guys approaching the booth.
"Hey, ladies. We couldn't help but notice you, and we were wondering if you might be interested in a little fun later on…?" inquired a tall blond who stood next to a shorter guy with dark hair.
Lyn's right eyebrow twitched upward, and her suspicious green gaze switched from the taller to the shorter almost skeptically. Finally she gave a strange sort of half scoff, half humorless laugh. "You're freaking kidding me, right? One of them put you up to that?" she asked, jerking her head toward Jordan, Dean, and Sam.
"Lyn… seriously?" Jordan gestured toward a very angry looking Dean. "Sorry, guys, but, uh -- one: I don't do anything with more than one other person; two: she's my sister; three: the person sitting next to me and killing you with his eyes is my boyfriend; and four: you are creeps. Buh-bye now!" Jordan went back to her food.
"Okaaaay," Lyn said, blinking and shaking her head before giving Jordan a rather freaked-out look. "That… was random… and not the good kind of random, either… Yeah, I just wasted seven bucks, too… Any semblance of an appetite I might have had earlier is now officially down the drain…"