Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.
A/N: Lyn: Holy crap, more writing?!
Jordan: Hot dang, get some butter – we're on a roll!
Chapter Fourteen – A Simple Salt-and-Burn
Sam sighed heavily as he got behind the wheel of the Impala and prepared for the hunt he and Dean had been planning to go on before the girls showed up. Now Jordan was also along or the ride – it was all they had been able to do to convince Lyn not to come too but finally they had persuaded her (AKA Jordan had used a guilt trip about how bad she would feel if Lyn got hurt trying to come along when she wasn't healed) to stay.
"Lyn, I'll be fine… I've been on hunts before and the guys have my back. I'll call you when it's over to let you know I'm not dead, okay?" Jordan said, picking up her bag and moving toward the door.
"Alright, fine," Lyn said begrudgingly. "But just for thought's sake… I wouldn't mind if the perv didn't come back."
Jordan rolled her eyes and waved in Lyn's general direction before opening the door and walking out. She closed and locked the door behind her and looked down to see Sam and Dean both already in the car waiting, so she ran down the steps and hopped in the back seat of the Impala.
"'Bout time you got down here," Dean muttered.
"Just be glad Lyn didn't tie her to a chair and refuse to let her go without coming," Sam mumbled as he backed out of the parking space.
Jordan settled herself in the back seat of the Impala, buckling her seatbelt and stretching her rams and neck.
"Hey, are you sure it's alright to leave Lyn here? I mean, what if that Keith guy comes back and we aren't here?" Dean said, trying to hide the worry in his voice but not really succeeding.
"She has an arsenal in the room with her," Sam pointed out. He might have made a comment about Dean sounding like he cared about her or something but at the moment he was distracted slightly by glancing at Jordan in the rearview mirror. "I mean, between the nine mil, the rifle, and the shotgun, she should be in less danger than we are."
"Yeah, I guess," Dean muttered and sighed, leaning his head back against the headrest.
"Besides, we shouldn't be gone long. It's just a simple salt-and-burn," Jordan said reassuringly.
"Exactly, so no worrying," Sam said, more trying to reassure Jordan than Dean. "Everything'll be fine."
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"Finally," Jordan muttered as they pulled into the graveyard and parked beneath a huge tree.
"Okay, you and Sam stand guard while I torch the son of a bitch," Dean said, pulling his duffel out of the back seat and walking around to the trunk.
Jordan opened the door of the Impala and pulled her bag out. "Yeah, alright," she agreed.
"Don't you want a little help digging first, genius?" Sam asked with a roll of his eyes. "I mean, I'll be happy to let you do all of it if you just really want…"
Dean sighed. "Yeah, alright. Jordan, keep your eyes peeled while we're digging, alright?"
"Yeah." She nodded and grabbed salt-filled shotgun shells out of the Impala's trunk. "Let's go." And with that, she walked away toward the grave.
Sam got a shovel from the trunk and chuckled as he stopped in front of the grave. "Isn't it funny how many lives end up being saved by hunters breaking the laws that are supposed to be there to save them?"
Jordan pulled the shotgun out of her duffel and, while loading it, grinned up at Sam and said, "Laws and rules were meant to be broken."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Okay, you two. Sam, get over here; let's get digging."
"Always the slave driver," Sam said, sparing one last grin at Jordan before breaking ground with his shovel and starting work.
Jordan watched Sam's muscles move under his t-shirt for a second before shaking herself out of it and turning around, looking around for any threat.
Dean, too, began digging, and with the combination of both brothers working, they were almost done in no time. Of course, a simple salt-and-burn was never just a simple salt-and-burn and of course it was when Dean and Sam were both standing six feet below the surface that trouble struck. Or spoke, actually.
"You're all really predictable, y'know that?"
In typical hunter shoot-first-ask-questions-later style, Jordan spun toward the sound and fired. Then she blinked to find herself facing nothing but darkness and weeds.
Then the next second pain erupted in her hand as something struck it hard and the shotgun went flying. She cried out and then was pulled back against something – no, someone, because a familiar voice whispered in her ear, "And you always fell for that."
"Jordan?!" Sam's voice called as he dropped the shovel and his hands gripped the edge of the grave, ready to pull himself up.
"Not so fast!" Keith said, louder this time, as he kept Jordan's arms pinned with one arm and held a revolver to her head with the other. "Anybody moves too fast and I'll test that theory about her being a full demon or not by putting a bullet in her skull."
Jordan's entire body tensed and she angled her head away from the revolver, cursing herself for falling for the oldest trick in the book.
Dean looked around frantically, searching for any way to get the upper hand and get Jordan away from Keith but found none.
"Oh, just be still, would you?" Keith asked with an air of impatience as he held Jordan still.
"Let her go!" Sam obligatorily demanded. Of course, it was very unlikely, but it was all he could think of to do at the moment.
Keith rolled his eyes. "You should just be glad I decided to follow you instead of taking out Lyn first. But I decided that wouldn't be very sporting since she doesn't even present a challenge right now."
"I swear to god, if you touch her I'll come back from the dead and kill you myself you piece of crap," Jordan snarled at Keith.
I've got to do something to get out of this mess, Jordan thought to herself. She looked over to Sam and tried to convey her best 'go with me' face.
"You're not dying, Jordan!" Sam objected before meeting her gaze and raising an eyebrow. He didn't know what she wanted him to go along with but for now he just kept talking. "If he wanted you dead he could have shot you from a distance before any of us knew he was here."
"Or I could just be planning to kill you, as well," Keith corrected.
Jordan looked from the corner of her eye at the revolver in his hand and breathed in shakily. "Keith, don't involve them in this. They didn't do anything. Killing them won't prove anything."
She looked at Sam and then to a tiny but sharp rock next to the grave. She mouthed, "Throw it."
Sam's eyes widened slightly as he took in what she meant. What, was she insane?! Did she want to die?! With just his eyes he tried to communicate just how incredibly badly this plan could turn out as Keith said quietly, "What do I need to prove? They're hunters who are in league with a demon. Traitors to their own cause. Just like Lyndi, isn't that right, Jordan?"
Jordan's body started to shake with anger. "Shut up, Keith. You're the traitor. You don't know anything about what I am but you are still so ready to kill me and Lyn at any chance you can get. It's pathetic!"
She practically spat the words at him and mouthed, "Do it!" at Sam.
Swallowing hard and praying to whatever god was listening, Sam carefully caught the rock between his fingers, took a deep breath, and threw it.
Dean watched, horrified, as Sam grabbed the rock and, before he could stop him, threw it at Keith and Jordan.
Keith flinched as the rock came towards him and Jordan acted. She stomped on Keith's foot and threw her head backwards, trying to hit anything she could. She felt the back of her head come in contact with something hard, Keith's skull presumably, and the hold on her was loosened a few seconds later. She took the opportunity to pull her arms free and turn around to face Keith, knocking the gun from his hands and kicking it away.
"Stubborn as ever, huh?" Keith growled out through a busted lip and possibly a cracked tooth or two. The blood made his smirk look even more twisted as he pulled a blade from nowhere, or from somewhere in his coat probably. "But just as stupid, too."
Catching the gleam of the knife in the moonlight, Sam yelled Jordan's name and again caught hold of the edge of the grave to pull himself out of it, each heartbeat feeling like a millennia as he hoped he wouldn't be too late.
Dean, too, pulled himself from the grave and ran as fast as he could towards Jordan. He reached her just as Keith was pulling his arm back to stab her with the knife. Dean pushed her out of the way and a split second later felt a searing pain in his shoulder.
Jordan fell toward the ground, hearing a bone in her ankle crack as she hit the ground haphazardly and felt the pain a second later. She cried out in pain, curling into herself slightly.
Sam was there a second later, slamming the shovel into Keith's head before he could draw another random weapon from wherever he kept getting them. Keith fell to the ground and Sam dropped the shovel, running to the other two hunters.
"Jordan! Dean! Are you okay?!"
Jordan, breathing hard, turned onto her back. "Not so good." She cried out in pain when her leg bumped the ground, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Got me in the shoulder. I'll be alright, take care of her. I'm calling Lyn." Dean grunted and walked back toward the car, hand pressed to the stab wound on his shoulder.
"Did he stab you?" Sam asked in concern as he knelt beside Jordan, looking her up and down before his eye caught on her ankle and he tried to keep his expression change from looking sickened. "… Oh… That…"
Jordan's chest heaved as she struggled to keep her breathing under control. "Yeah, that… Is it bad?"
"Uh… well… I think you could probably use a hospital and a stretcher and some morphine and maybe surgery to put the bone back inside your leg so they can cast it."
Jordan whimpered quietly and a tear fell down the side of her face. "Is Dean okay?"
"He just got a shoulder wound, he'll be fine," Sam assured her. "Okay… I'm gonna have to carry you to the car… This is probably gonna hurt but it'll be a lot less painful than trying to stand up, okay?"
Jordan nodded slightly and braced herself for pain, biting her bottom lip and clenching her teeth.
Trying to be as gentle as possible, Sam carefully tried to pick her up while moving her leg as little as he could.
Jordan squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw to keep from crying out in pain but two tears leaked out of her eyes.
"Okay," Sam said in the softest, most soothing voice he could manage as he turned toward the car. "We'll get you to the hospital and…" Then his eyes fell on the place where Keith had fallen. There was the shovel but there was no sign of Keith. "Damn… Dean?!"
"We'll be back soon, keep the doors locked and don't go outside," Dean said and hung up the phone. At the sound of his name being called, he turned his head and walked quickly but carefully back to where he had left Sam and Jordan. "Whatsa matter?"
"Jordan's leg is broken – bad," Sam said as he tried to walk as quickly as he could toward the car without jarring her too much. "And the psycho's gone."
Jordan curled into Sam's body and wrapped her arms around his neck, taking comfort in the head of his body. "He's gone?" She looked up at him, fear in her eyes.
"He's – shit… We gotta get going, now. There's no telling what he's gonna do next, and we gotta get back to Lyn and make sure she's okay," Dean said as he turned to walk back to the car.
"Hey, it's okay – it'll be okay," Sam tried to assure her while attempting to figure out what to do next. "Dean, we have to get her to a hospital – she'll bleed out from that bone, it's a wonder she hasn't gone into shock already."
Dean nodded and got in the driver's seat of the car. "Ride in the back with her – keep her awake."
Jordan felt her head begin to spin and opened her eyes. Suddenly there were two of Sam and everything was spinning. She swallowed thickly and shut her eyes again. The pain in her leg began to fade away as she felt herself slipping into blackness.
"Jordan?!" Sam said frantically as he tried to wake her without jarring her leg too much. "Jordan! Dean, she's unconscious! What do we do?!"
Dean put the Impala in gear and stepped on the gas, his jaw set tightly. "Drive fast."