Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.
A/N: So yeah… I went to the hospital, and I don't have strep, mono, or any problem they can find in my blood. But now I do have a blown vein in my left hand because it took three tries and two different punctures for them to draw blood. So yeah, that was a really productive hospital visit…
Jordan: Yeah, evil… but remember, y'all, reviews equal love – and Honey Bunches of Oats! -crunch-
Chapter Two – Of Random Exorcisms and Holy Water
"Oh, thank you, God!" Jordan pulled into a motel parking lot and looked over at Lyn, who was asleep.
She smirked and got out of the car. The blaring of a car horn was heard seconds later.
Lyn jumped and shot bolt upright, nearly hitting her head on the ceiling of the car. The next second, she had pulled a knife from the thigh pocket of her pants and was gazing around suspiciously. Then she finally realized what had happened, put away the knife, and glared daggers at Jordan. "I'm gonna freaking kill you, you know that, right?"
Jordan couldn't contain her laughter at Lyn's reaction, so to prevent her own murder, she choked out, "I'm gonna get a room! Be right back!"
She then ran up the front desk and used one of her many fake ID's and her skill at flirting to get a room.
"That dude was so easy!" Jordan giggle-snorted.
"Yeah, yeah, just be careful and don't be too easy yourself…"
"See anything on that side, Sammy?" Dean looked to the left, while Sam looked over on the right.
"It's Sam… and no. Are you sure Bobby's sources are reliable?"
"One hundred percent."
"Okay… Dean! Stop! Turn here! 1959 Impala, right?" Sam said.
"Yeah." Dean turned into a motel parking lot and there sat one of the most beautiful cars he had ever seen – next to his own, of course. "Wow… that car is sweet!"
He parked the car and got out, his eyes glued to the car. He wolf-whistled it and ran his hand down the side.
"Dean, seriously!? This is a demon's car. Focus!"
"Okay, hands off the vehicle, please," Lyn said with a rather annoyed sigh as she walked out into the parking lot with a maglite in one hand and the keys to Jordan's car in the other. "It's a pain to get those smudges off, y'know…"
Dean and Sam both looked up to the source of the noise and their eyes narrowed when they saw Lyn. Dean looked around and, when he saw nobody, advanced on Lyn, pinning her to a nearby car.
"What in the name of Axl Rose do you freaking think you're doing!?" Lyn demanded, slamming the flashlight hard into his ribs before having her arm crushed against the car. "Get your hands off me before I remove them the hard way, perv!"
"You think I'm gonna let you go!?" Dean shot back incredulously, pushing her arm and body against the car so tightly that she couldn't move a muscle. "What's your name!? You in cahoots with ol' yellow eyes!?"
"And you think I'm gonna tell you my freaking name?" Lyn retorted, glaring daggers at him since she presently couldn't reach any of the actual ones she had hidden on her person. "I don't think so, jerk face. Kill me if you're gonna, but you're not getting my family name until right before they do the same to you."
"Is this car yours!?" Dean demanded. When Lyn didn't answer, he pressed a gun against her neck. "Is it yours!?"
Lyn chuckled darkly, still giving Dean a cold sneer. "Don't insult my intelligence – I could tell you I drive a freaking Volkswagen and it wouldn't make any dadgum difference, we both know that. Jeez, you demons are some screwed up creatures. Just kill me already, you ugly imbecile."
Dean sneered, too, at that. "Me? A demon? Nice try. Cristo."
He watched Lyn's eyes. Nothing, unless you counted the continued death glaring. He started to recite an exorcism: "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio…"
"Wait, wait, wait, wait – hold on a second, here," Lyn interrupted, her right eyebrow raising suspiciously. "You're a hunter?" She blinked once, then suddenly exploded: "WHY THE CRAP ARE YOU FREAKING TACKLING ME INTO CARS, YOU DADBURNED MORON!? I'M NOT A DEMON!"
Dean looked back at Sam, who shrugged. But before Dean could release Lyn, Jordan suddenly appeared behind Sam with a knife at his throat.
"Let her go, you son of a bitch, or I swear you'll be saying sayonara to your buddy here."
Dean pulled the gun back and released his grip on Lyn.
"That's a good boy… Now move away…"
Dean walked backwards until he was about five feet away, and Jordan released Sam and shoved him toward Dean.
"What the hell do you sons of bitches think you're doing!? You don't just come attacking people! Not only did she do nothing to warrant it… but you draw attention to yourselves! Idiots…" Jordan huffed.
"Seriously, how long have you been hunters, two days!?" Lyn demanded, gripping her flashlight so hard that her knuckles turned white and giving Dean a look that wished him a slow and painful death. "Or is going back to the car to find the wallet which you lost in it somehow now a demonic omen and we just completely missed that memo!?"
"Wait, what now? You think she's a demon…? Idiots…" Jordan rolled her eyes.
"Oh, wait, I got it," Lyn said suddenly in a sarcastic imitation of her this-is-obvious tone. "It's the blue maglite, right? Tch, yeah, I knew I should've gotten the red one…"
Dean looked over at Sam and cautiously said, "We got information that said someone knew a demon was going to be here, and driving this car. I mean, it's pretty unique… and gorgeous. Where'd you get her fixed up?"
Jordan looked from her car to Dean. "I fixed it myself. What, I'm a girl and so you automatically assume that I went to an auto repair shop and paid an arm and a leg for something that can easily be done with a little elbow grease?"
"Right, 'cause you did that all by yourself and I didn't help at all, huh, JJ? … Anyway, consider yourself lucky they didn't think you were a freaking demon," Lyn growled. "Flipping jerkoffs… And I thought Jay was the king of jumping to conclusions…"
Dean looked over to Sam, and Sam looked at Jordan.
"Oh, hell, no," Jordan said exasperatedly.
"Gotta make sure," Sam muttered, then pulled out a flask of holy water, which he flicked at Lyn and then at Jordan.
Jordan's skin stung a little bit where the holy water hit, and she side-glanced at Lyn, who seemed unaffected.
"Cristo?" Dean said – well, really more like asked.
There was a slight pain in Jordan's stomach, and she bit her lip, confused.
"Well, thanks for the free holy water shower, morons, but I believe I've already said, oh, a half dozen times that we're not demons," Lyn said impatiently as she brushed a spot off her face, apparently without having noticed Jordan's uneasiness. "We're hunters. Not demons, not witches, not spirits or vampires or idgets who throw random people into cars and douse them in holy water, all right?"
Jordan composed herself and asked, "Okay, you two fools satisfied yet!?"
"Yeah… But we're a little confused as to why neither one of you is a demon. We got a tip from a friend that one of you is supposed to be a demon," Sam said.
"Sorry to burst your bubble," Jordan muttered, walking over to the car and opening the passenger door. After searching under both front seats, she finally yelled, "Aha! This what you were looking for?"
She held up Lyn's wallet with a smug smile.
"Yeah, thanks," Lyn said with a sigh. "Would've found it twenty minutes ago, but I was a little busy getting pinned to a car and having those yankee carpetbaggers over there attempt to exorcise a non-existent demon… I still say we should knock 'em upside the head so maybe they learn not to jump random people…"
"That would be satisfying," Jordan muttered, trailing off.
"How old are you? You both look so young! Where're your parents? Aren't they worried about you?" Sam spouted off questions like a hose.
Jordan winced and looked away, and Lyn turned to glare at Sam with the same fierce look she had given Dean earlier.
"I'm Lyn, I'm nineteen, I've been in college for three years and my family have been hunters for three generations, so I'm perfectly capable of going on a hunt by myself, thank you kindly," she said coldly. "My mother's a drunk and my father's an epileptic since he got the top of his head cut off and then sewed back on when I was a kid. So, no, they're not particularly worried.
"My grandparents might have been – seeing as they're the ones who raised my cousins and me, and because obviously I wouldn't have been there to wash the dishes or feed the critters for a couple of days – but they're dead, as are Jordan's parents. My cousins are the most decent people left in my family, and they don't worry because they know I can freaking take care of myself. Oh, and Jordan's sixteen, by the way. Any other burning questions, or would you like to accuse me of being a demon again?" she finished with a highly sarcastic smile.
"Uh… no…" Sam looked over at Dean.
"Well, about freaking time you admitted it," Lyn grumbled, casting around dark looks.
Jordan cleared her throat. "This is, uh… awkward… So… You've heard all about us. Mostly. What about you two?"
Dean spoke up, "I'm Dean, and I'm twenty-three, and he's Sam, and he's nineteen."
"That's… descriptive," Jordan said slowly.
Lyn shrugged. "Who the crap cares, as long as they quit freaking trying to exorcise random people? Or else just go do it somewhere else. Get yourselves shipped off to the loony bin for all I care, but leave Jordan and me out of it."
"I'm gonna go get us a room, Sammy," Dean said, walking off toward the front desk.
"It's Sam," Sam murmured under his breath.
Jordan smirked and leaned against her car. Lyn rolled her eyes. "Ah, yes, the curse of being younger," she muttered darkly. "But trust me, it's better than 'Lyndi,' my cousins still call me that. And definitely better than Lyndotia. What the crap my mother was smoking when I was born, I'll never know…"
She shook her head. "Anyway, JJ, let's make tracks. I gotta call Alex and make sure I didn't miss anything in those last ten minutes of Dr. Varisan's ranting on how pathetic everyone else in the world but him – and especially in my class – is at differential equations…"
Jordan opened and closed her mouth a few times before saying, "Yeah… uh, sure." She had spaced out, thinking about her recent encounter with the holy water.
Sam noticed her uneasiness and wrinkled his eyebrows.
Lyn frowned. "Jordan? Don't go spazzing on me, now. You get strep, too, while we're all the way out here, and I'll kick you. Well, after you get better, anyway… I'm not as evil as you, throwing shoes at people when they have a hundred and three and a half temperature…"
"Lyn… can we just go back to the room? I'm not feeling well at all…" Jordan glanced at Sam and then at Dean, who was just coming back from the front desk.
Sam had an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Something's not right about her…
"All right," Lyn said slowly, right eyebrow raising slightly. Then she added quickly, "But I swear, if you get sick after you dragged me out here while I'm still half sick, I'll kill you…"
Jordan grabbed the room key from Lyn's hand and hurried off to their room.
"She okay?" Dean asked, wrinkling his brow and looking at Sam and Lyn questioningly.
"If she isn't, she sure ain't gonna be when I kill her for getting sick," Lyn muttered, though she was also pretty sure that wasn't what was wrong. Jordan wasn't acting sick, she was acting shifty.
Shrugging, Lyn walked off after Jordan, still frowning. As an afterthought, she waved a hand toward the guys without turning around. She wasn't very concerned with them at the moment, she just wanted to know why Jordan was acting weird…
"That was… odd? Come on… Let's go to our room."
Dean started off for their room, shortly followed by a very confused – and slightly suspicious – Sam.