Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.
A/N: Yeah, we've been a tad slow on the updating...
Jordan: But again, not our faults. Just Lyn's.
Me: Oh, shut up! I can't help it that I was sick and nobody could tell me what was wrong…
Jordan: Riiight… Anyway, review!
Chapter Five – Taken
Jordan pulled the Impala up to a crappy roadhouse on the side of a long, dusty highway. "Well… looks like the crap shack's our only option, huh? Harvelle's… Roadhouse. Sounds promising… enough…" Jordan got out of the car and slammed the car door, pulling her duffel out as she went.
"Good a place as any, I reckon," Lyn said with a sigh, brushing back her hair and grabbing her own duffel bag. "But if there are mutant cockroaches this time, I swear I'm shooting the owner…"
Jordan chuckled and started walking toward the building. "You comin' or what?" she asked, turning around and walking backwards.
"When you trip and bust your lip in the dirt, I'm gonna laugh so hard," Lyn said with a smirk as she followed her friend.
"Ha ha," Jordan mumbled before turning around again and walking in properly. Once inside, she considered one of the smokiest bars she'd ever been in. She coughed a few times and walked up to the bar.
"Afternoon, hon," said a rather short woman with wavy, golden-brown hair and a very freckled face as she seemed to size up Jordan suspiciously. Her eyes were very distinctive, a very pale blue that was little more than half a shade away from white. "If you're wanting something to drink, though, you know I'm gonna have to have some ID."
"Aww… Come on, I'm about to turn twenty-one, I swear! My birthday's in a month! Lyn… tell her!" Jordan said, looking desperately to your friend.
"True as true, though I have no clue why you'd want to pollute your blood with that stuff," Lyn said distastefully. "But maybe I just have an instinctive aversion, because of Mom…"
She shrugged and approached only to stop dead in her tracks a she caught sight of the woman behind the counter. "Wendy? Wendy Martin, aren't you?"
The woman blinked and then recognized Lyn the same way Lyn had recognized her – by the eyes. Wendy's were so pale they were almost ghostly, and Lyn's were an equally distinctive deep green with black flecks and a black ring around the iris. Wendy's eyes widened and she suddenly grinned. "Well, I never – if you aren't Lyndotia Elumo, I'll eat Dr. Varisan's horrible toupee!"
Jordan coughed. "Well, isn't that nice? Reunions are always fun, aren't they?"
Two men sat at the back of the bar. One was slightly older, his face rugged with the stubble of not having shaved for a few days. The other was clean-shaven and had a laptop sitting in front of him. At the mention of Lyn's name, they both looked up.
Lyn didn't notice – at least, not yet. "Dr. Varisan gave up on the toupee the year you left," she informed Wendy. "I guess now poor fools in Jordan's year won't understand the toupee jokes. Anyway, this is Vicksburg? This is the big-deal yank town you left us all for?"
"Hey, I was barely nineteen!" Wendy objected. "Anyway, it wasn't like I had a whole lot of choices. Either this or wind up waiting tables at Cameron's with you and Carla – no offense or anything."
"None taken, pygmy."
Wendy crossed her arms. "You realize annoying me with old nicknames isn't gonna make me give Jordan a drink, right?"
"Hey, wait! Come on… just one beer! It's just one month off!" Jordan smacked her head on the counter.
Dean looked over at Sam and they both got their things and quickly left the bar. They then proceeded out to the Impala and got holy water.
"Oh, live with it," Lyn said, rolling her eyes and pulling Jordan up off the counter. "I mean, really… You turn into my mother and I'll kick you…"
"A month?" Wendy asked suddenly. "It isn't the twenty-third today, is it?"
"About a month… maybe a few days less… It's the twenty-sixth. Wait… how do you know my birthday?"
Sam and Dean sat in the car waiting for Lyn, and presumably Jordan was the girl with her. The fact that Jordan was a demon had been confirmed. She had developed her powers and grown into herself. They had to take her out before she had the chance to hurt anyone.
Wendy actually laughed. "Because it's exactly a month after Lyn's, duh. And how many hours did you and Carla and I spend plotting her surprise sweet sixteen party? … Wow, it's hard to believe that was eight years ago…"
"It's the twenty-sixth?" Lyn asked, furrowing her brow. "That means it's Nicky's birthday, I completely forgot. There a pay phone around here anywhere? I have zero cell reception here…"
Jordan rolled her eyes. "Okay… Can I just have a drink? I've had a beer before…"
"Wendy, who you talkin' to? We've got tables that need cleanin' and people need drinks!" A blonde with wavy hair walked behind the counter.
"Oh, right," Wendy said, grinning guiltily. "Jo, this is Lyn and that's Jordan – I grew up with 'em. I'll be back – oh, and Jordan is not twenty-one for twenty-seven more days, don't let her fool you."
Lyn chuckled as Wendy meandered off toward a table and then switched her gaze back to the blond, Jo. "Well, apparently she hasn't changed much. Anyway, I'm Lyn Elumo – nice to meet you."
Jordan glared after Wendy. "I despise her… I'm almost twenty-one! Can't I just have one beer!?"
"No," Jo answered, smirking.
"Argh! I'm going out to explore. We're probably gonna be staying here." Jordan paused before adding under her breath, "Plus we got beers in the car."
She grinned and walked out to the car.
"Sam… there she is. Come on, we gotta sneak up on her. There's no telling what kind of powers she has."
They both got out of the car and walked slowly and cautiously up behind Jordan, who was pulling the back seat up and digging around in the cooler for a beer.
Dean pulled her out of the back seat and knocked her unconscious, and she promptly fell into Sam's arms.
Sam put her in the back seat of Dean's Impala and put handcuffs on her hands and ankles, not wanting to take any chances.
"Let's go," Sam said grimly as he climbed into the passenger seat.
They sped off, leaving a cloud of dust behind them.
"Yeah, I know how old you are," Lyn said with a grin as she leaned against the wall, talking on the pay phone. "I was there the day you were born, that was when your momma recruited me to babysit you."
There was the sudden sound of a revving engine speeding away from outside, and Lyn froze. "Nick, hon, I gotta go --"
She might have continued speaking, but she dropped the receiver then and was out of the door in time to see the dust still flying. Someone with less keen eyesight might have missed the shadow of Dean's Impala in the background.
"JORDAN!?" Lyn yelled as the car disappeared into the flying dust. "Jordan, get your butt out here, this isn't freaking funny!"
She's here somewhere, she's here somewhere, it's not them, it can't be…
But there was no other explanation. It was the same car, from five years ago – the same hunters. And Jordan was nowhere to be found.
Jo and Wendy ran out a few seconds later. "Lyn! What happened!? What's wrong!?" they asked at almost exactly the same time.
Lyn didn't answer, just closed her eyes as she stood before the half-open cooler and spilled ice and murmured, "Unelanvhi, alisdelvdi aya…"
Her fists clenched and then she threw a handful of ice to the ground with unnecessary force and slammed the door. "Has to be the Winchesters… that car… but after five freaking years!?"
Growling low in her throat, she pulled the spare keys to Jordan's car from her pocket before remembering that she had left her duffel bag inside.
"Lyn?" Wendy asked slowly.
"Excuse me," Lyn said, attempting to push past Wendy and Jo. "I have to get my bag and then go find Jordan."
Jo looked to Wendy, her face full of anger. "Dammit… What are they up to now!?"
"Who?" Wendy questioned.
"Dean and Sam Winchester – they kidnapped Jordan! … Idgets… What the hell are they thinking!? Lyn! We're coming with you!" Jo yelled toward the door as she got in the back seat.
"Wait, we are?" Wendy asked, standing at the open car door.
"Yeah," Jo said firmly as she pulled Wendy in and shut the door.
Lyn threw her and Jordan's duffel bags into the front seat and looked back at Wendy and Jo tensely. She didn't know if they should go or not, or even if she should trust this Jo; but she didn't have time to argue. She would just have to trust Wendy.
"Fine," Lyn said in a low voice as she started the car. "But if I tell you to go, you freaking go and screw the rest of it. I've lost enough people I care about to this crap; they're taking Jordan over my dead body."
"'Kay," they both said in unison.
They were prepared to fight. Jo trusted Wendy, and she knew that Jordan meant a lot to her. She would fight anybody it took to get her back.