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Jordan: Indeed. Because reviews are like Honey Bunches of Oats – you can't get enough. -crunch-

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Chapter Five – The Simplest Solution

Jordan lay curled up to Dean's side, one paw resting on his stomach and the other on his chest. They were both asleep. Lyn and Sam were in a similar position, except that there was a book across them and, of course, neither of them was a tiger.

A low growl came from Jordan's stomach, and she opened her eyes. "Stupid meat craving…"

She padded over to the table that held Lyn's laptop and all their duffels. "How…?"

Upon realizing that she was too short to reach the table and that, if she jumped on it, she would likely crush it, she growled louder this time.

"Mm?" Lyn murmured, lifting her head off of Sam's chest and blinking groggily. "Oh, hey, JJ…" She sat up, yawning, and rubbed her face with her hands in order to wake up more effectively. "What's the matter, you hungry again?"

Jordan nodded. "I can't reach… Yet another thing that sucks… I hate being a tiger…"

She flopped down on the ground and Lyn breathed a half yawn, half sigh before getting up quietly so as not to wake Sam and crossing the room to stand next to Jordan. "We'll figure it out soon," she said reassuringly, stifling another yawn as she retrieved a package of raw meat and put it on a plate for Jordan. After setting it down on the floor, she looked around the room at the sleeping Dean and Sam and murmured, "I guess we all fell asleep. Sorry about that."

Jordan was too busy chomping down on the plate of meat to answer. Just then, there was another yawn from the other side of the room.

"Huh? What happened? Jordan?" Dean sat up in bed and looked around, then smirked when he finally saw her. "You know… you could have just woken me up, Jordan."

Jordan didn't respond.

"Ugh… Why is everyone talking?" Sam asked, sitting up in bed, as well.

"Nah," Lyn said, sighing and leaning against the wall. "Why would she just wake you up when she can wake me up, have me get her the meat, and then wake everybody else up? And, Sam, we're talking for the same reason you are – because we got woken up. On that note, anybody know what time it is?"

Jordan burped and sighed, content. "Well, that was good…"

Upon noticing everyone sitting up and staring at her, she raised her eyebrows and coughed. "What're you all doing up? I only remember waking up Lyn…"

Dean chuckled. "Well… See, you were both talking, and then you growled. And I'm pretty sure that my body is trained to wake up whenever someone or something growls."

Sam smirked and added, "I woke up after Dean. By then nobody was bothering to be quiet, so…"

"Hey, I didn't wake you up when I got up and I didn't say anything actually out loud until after you started talking," Lyn said defensively. "So maybe that's mostly because I was still half asleep and therefore was too groggy to actually speak normally… But it's the point of the thing, dadburn it."

"This always happens," Jordan chuckled to herself before jumping back onto the bed. "Okay! Hunger crisis over! Everyone can go back to sleep now!"

Then, after making sure her claws weren't out, she tackled Dean to the bed.

Dean smirked and rolled his eyes. Sam looked at the two disbelievingly and then switched his gaze to Lyn.

"No," Lyn said with a sigh. "I never meant to go to sleep in the first place. I'm supposed to be figuring stuff out, remember?"

She then chuckled darkly and sat down next to Sam again, picking up the book she had been searching through earlier. After making a face at it and turning a couple of pages, she grumbled, "How come it was so easy to figure out random crap in school that didn't amount to a hill of beans, but now I can't even find a freaking answer to something that's actually important?"

Jordan didn't say anything, just closed her eyes and attempted to sleep. Then she shot up in surprise when a sudden blaring noise resounded throughout the room. More specifically, the tune of Smoke on the Water.

"Dean, answer your phone before I shoot it," Lyn growled, grimacing and hitting herself in the head with the book. "That is the most freaking evil song in the history of freaking evil songs…"

After displacing a sleeping Jordan, Dean got up and started to walk toward the noise. "You kidding me? This is one of the greatest songs ever!"

Meanwhile, Sam took the book away from Lyn. "Don't smack yourself in the head with books! You might damage it. This one's from the library."

"Not if all three of your cousins for some bizarre reason believe that they can play guitar and that is the only song they know," Lyn said, shuddering at the thought. "Every year, since I was twelve years old, any time I would go to their house one of them would be playing that freaking song. It's enough to make you want to bash your skull in after four or five years."

Then she switched her gaze to Sam, shoved him in the shoulder, and grumbled, "Yeah, well, nice to know you care. About the freaking book."

Sam smirked. "You know I care about you, too. But, see… the worst that can happen to you if you keep banging your head on that book is that you'll get a headache. On the other hand… if you damage the book, we have to pay for it."

Before Lyn had time to answer or even come up with a retort, Sam pressed his lips firmly to hers. He let the kiss linger for a few seconds, then pulled away and lay back on the bed with his hands folded behind his head.

"Wow… That was slightly disturbing…" Dean shuddered and answered his phone.

"Hey, Bobby… Yeah. You did? … You've got to be kidding me! That's all? We were trying to get her out of there, we didn't even think of that! … Okay… Yeah."

He grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and started scribbling things down on it. Every few seconds he would say 'Mmhmm' or 'Okay' and nod his head.

"Thanks, Bobby," he said finally. "Bye."

"Tell me he figured something out," Lyn said hopefully. "Otherwise I'm gonna have to mug Sam to get back the book he freaking stole so I can keep looking. You know, because apparently he isn't gonna do anything more strenuous than lie there and look nice…"

"Son of a bitch… Son of a – We have to kill the witch… to reverse the spell."

Sam's face betrayed no emotion as his eyes bored a hole in Dean's head.

Lyn blinked. Then she stared. Then she demanded, "Are you freaking serious!?"

"'Fraid so," Dean answered with a groan as he slipped his phone into his pocket. "That was Bobby, he gave us a list of things that we should have to kill her."

Sam glared at the ceiling. "So we've been dealing with a Jordan-tiger for weeks now and the only thing we had to do… was kill the witch? Which we could've done while we were there…"

"We are such freaking morons," Lyn groaned, falling backwards off the bed and onto the floor with a crash. "Stupid, retarded, freaking morons…"

Jordan shot up in bed. "Wha? What happened?" She turned around and saw just a pair of feet sticking up from behind the bed. "Lyn…? What the hell are you doing…?"

Sam cocked an eyebrow. "She fell… Oh, and uh… wefoundawaytoturnyouback."

Dean rolled his eyes and just sat down on the edge of his and Jordan's bed.

"Wait… What, now?" Jordan asked with wide eyes.

"And we are complete and utter, bona fide, grade A imbeciles," Lyn grumbled, sitting up cross-legged on the floor. "I mean, we spent ages researching and reading and checking out books and doing internet searches and forging fake papers --"

She cut herself off, and her expression shifted as she gave a disgruntled sort of glare to both Dean and Sam. "You know I hate you for making me forge those stupid papers when the answer was so freaking simple, right?"

"How were we supposed to know!?" Dean and Sam yelled at the same time.

Jordan grinned a fang-ridden grin and started to jump up and down on the bed. "I'm gonna be able to jump on people without killing them! And kiss Dean without biting him! YES!"

"I don't know," Lyn admitted, heaving a sigh. "But it's four o'clock in the morning, I haven't slept more than two hours a day in weeks, I just got woken up by a tiger who is or was or at least is supposed to be my sister, not to mention informed just how pathetically stupid I am, and on top of it all we now have to go kill a witch that so far we haven't even managed to actually see yet. You're right, I should be perfectly chipper and not blame anybody for anything."

She then stood up, fell facefirst onto the bed, and muttered into the blankets, "I wonder if it's possible to smother oneself with bedcovers…?"

Jordan jumped off the bed and landed with a crash. "I'm sure it is…"

Sam, however, looked over at Lyn with shifty eyes. "Yeah… no." He then grabbed her by the waist and pulled her over to him, and Dean smirked.

"Hey!" Lyn objected, fighting a desire to laugh and attempting to glare at the same time. "Sam, what the heck do you think you're doing!?"

"Attempting to stop you from being killed by things in our motel room. I mean, you already did the death-defying fall off the bed. I don't think it's safe for you." Sam pulled her close to his side and wrapped his arms around her.

Jordan and Dean both grinned.

"Not safe, right," Lyn muttered, but laid her head back on his shoulder, anyway. "Like before, when it was too cold and I might get sick, or when I shouldn't be reading the book by myself because it's too important for me to miss something by accident or sleep deprivation? … You're just gonna lay here and not let me go until I fall asleep again, aren't you?"

Sam grinned devilishly in response. Jordan jumped up on the bed next to Dean, watching Sam and Lyn's exchange.

Lyn stifled a yawn and halfheartedly tried to sit up. Upon failing miserably in said attempt, she sighed and grumbled, "You're a very mean and conniving individual, Sam Winchester, y'know that?"

"Yeah, I'm okay with it," Sam said with a smirk as he lowered his head onto the pillow, yawned, and tightened his grip on Lyn.

"As thrilling as this is… We should really kill this witch so Jordan can get her human body back… amongst other things," Dean said, then looked over to Jordan and smirked.

"Amen to that," Jordan said, grinning.

"But he won't let me go," Lyn complained. "Sam… So help me, Sam, you ignore me and pretend to be asleep and I'll hit you! I know you're awake, you wouldn't still be trying to snap me in half if you weren't!"

Sam lay motionless on the bed, his face void of emotion. Jordan rolled her eyes and jumped over to Sam and Lyn's bed. After cocking her head to the side, she smacked Sam in the head with her paw.

Nothing.

Jordan looked to Dean, her eyes narrowed. "Sam, get your ass up! We all know you're not asleep!"

Nothing.

Dean smirked, but did nothing.

"Sam – come on, quit it!" Lyn protested, attempting to wriggle free. "Sam, seriously! This isn't funny!"

Upon getting nowhere, she growled in annoyance and crossed her arms, glaring. "You know, when you break my ribs because I'm trying to get up and you won't let go, I'm gonna break your arm…"

Jordan glared at Dean and waved her paw in a 'come here' motion. Dean sighed and got up. "You beckoned?"

Jordan rolled her eyes. "Well, obviously, Einstein. We need you to pry Sam off of Lyn."

Dean did just that. After rather a lot of pulling on Dean's part and continued bids for freedom from Lyn, Sam finally gave in, smirking.

"Jackass," Jordan mumbled under her breath. "Do you like me not being able to do regular boy and girl things with Dean? I DON'T! So get your ass up before I stab you with one of my claws!"

Dean laughed and grabbed his duffel, and Jordan jumped off the bed and looked expectantly at Sam.

"Fine… fine… And for your information, your supposed 'regular boy and girl things' scar me. Let's just get this over with."

Sam got up and held his hand out for Lyn, who was sprawled out on the bed. She took it and let him help her to her feet. She then straightened up, shook back her hair, and whacked him hard in the back of the head. "Told you," she said, making a face at him before grabbing her own duffel, throwing it over her shoulder, and marching a safe distance away.

Sam grinned and grabbed his own bag before going to the door and opening it. Jordan shot out as soon as the door opened, dashing between the Impala and the Grand Am.

"Oh, that's just great… If she gets seen –" Dean ran after her.

Sam looked over at Lyn, still grinning. "After you, milady."

Lyn rolled her eyes and walked past him, muttering under her breath, "I guess I didn't hit you hard enough. Still mean and conniving…"