Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.
A/N: -- Sorry it's taking so long again.
Jordan: Yeah, I'm at my grandmom's, and she's like old fashioned and thinks you actually need to go to bed at a normal hour… heh… Anyway, reviews equal love!
Chapter Six – Emergency
Jeez, my head hurts… Wait, why does my head hurt? Do I have a hangover? I didn't drink that much… Wait… I didn't drink at all!
Jordan opened her eyes and blinked in an attempt to focus them, which for some reason just made her head hurt more. "Ow…" Her brown eyes darted around from left to right and she asked slowly, "Uh… Lyn…? Where am I…?"
"Sorry to disappoint, but Lyn's not here. Just the three of us."
Dean and Sam stepped into Jordan's view. Or what would have been her view were she not blindfolded.
And there was that cold feeling in the pit of her stomach again, just like when she had looked at Sam and known that he knew. Only now there was no locked door between them and apparently no Lyn on her side.
For the moment, anyway. But Lyn would come, Jordan knew that. The only question was, how soon?
"Just the three of us?" Jordan repeated, attempting a smirk. "Sorry, I don't do threesomes. But if you wait 'til Lyn shows up, I'm sure she'd be more than happy to kick both your sorry butts."
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I don't see any kind of threesome in your future. And I doubt Lyn'll get here in time to stop us from killing you," Dean said, leaning against a wall.
From the other side of the room, Sam went on, "Demons deserve to die. You slipped past us once, you're not gonna get away again."
Jordan raised her eyebrows at them. "Well, I might as well answer those absurd comments in order. First, you really don't know anything about Lyn at all if you honestly believe that; and second, you wanna tell me something I actually did to deserve death, fool?"
Dean walked slowly towards Jordan, pulling out a long bowie knife as he went. "You can believe whatever you want," he said as he lifted the knife to her throat. "What did you do? It's not what you did. It's what you are. A demon…"
He ran the tip of the knife down the side of Jordan's neck, leaving a gash and a trail of blood along the way.
She cried out in pain. "Ow! Son of a bitch! Did you do that to prove a point!? Point proven! Now get away from me before I bite your hand off!" She snapped her teeth together and moved her head around, trying to free herself from the blindfold.
Dean smirked at her and pulled out a flask of holy water. He flicked his wrist at her and a spray of the liquid came pouring out on Jordan. Her skin stung and a small amount of steam rose off her. She flinched and clenched her teeth.
"Aww, now… See there? Can you still hear the poor girl's cries in your head? Has she faded yet, you worthless scum!?" Sam yelled at Jordan as he walked over to her.
She gritted her teeth and growled, "The only thing worthless is that hollow rock on your neck most people keep their brains in…"
"Feisty, isn't she, Sam?" Dean asked, sneering at Jordan as he threw more holy water at her.
She gritted her teeth and yelled at him, steam rising from her skin. "Jesus… if you're gonna kill me or attempt to exorcise me, do it!"
"Fine. This was getting old, anyway. Sam, you wanna have the honor?"
"Oh, hell, yeah," Sam said, eyes glinting dangerously at Jordan. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…"
Jordan's stomach felt like it was going to implode. The pain was becoming unbearable when suddenly Sam stopped.
"Dean, what the hell? She's being affected, but isn't this the part where the demon comes out of her body?"
"Don't look at me! I have no idea what the hell's happening," Dean said, brow furrowed.
Jordan let her head fall back. "God… that hurt. Sons. Of. Bitches," she muttered to herself.
Dean looked over at Sam, raised the knife from earlier, and said something in a voice that only Sam could hear. Sam nodded, and Dean walked over to Jordan, bringing the knife toward her stomach.
"You gonna stab me? So you're admitting that you can't exorcise me, but you're gonna kill a potentially innocent person?"
Dean looked conflicted for a second, and doubt washed over his face.
Jordan smirked.
Dean clenched his teeth. He knew that they had to kill this thing by any means necessary. This could just be some demon with a few tricks up its sleeve. But, he also knew that she could be innocent.
"Dean, we have to," Sam said, his voice cold. "Do it."
Dean shoved the knife forward and it slid into Jordan's stomach. He stood up, ready to let her bleed to death.
Jordan screamed, tears leaking from her eyes.
There was a tremendous crashing sound as the door of the room shot open, flew off its hinges, and skidded a few feet before finally coming to a stop. Through the doorway proceeded three women, the first of which was a wild-eyed Lyn and last of which was a shocked-looking Jo.
"Jordan!" Wendy gasped, pressing a hand over her mouth.
Lyn's green gaze shifted out of focus for a moment. Images flashed through her mind of Nicole and Kyle, and as her focus shot back to the present, her jaw clenched and a low growl escaped her throat.
"You freaking godforsaken moronic lunatics," she hissed with a half crazy, half murderous look in her eyes as she pulled a Browning nine millimeter from the back of her waistband and aimed it between Dean's eyes. "You better have your last wishes all planned out, because you have about five seconds left to make 'em known."
Dean backed away from Lyn. "She's a demon. We did what we had to do."
Jordan's eyes rolled back and her body started to go limp as Jo and Wendy ran over to her.
"Oh, God… She's losing a lot of blood. Wendy, we gotta get her out of these handcuffs."
Jo then suddenly pulled a gun of her own and pointed it at Sam. "Give me the keys, Sam."
Sam gave her the keys reluctantly, and Jo ran over to Jordan again. She unlocked the handcuffs and Wendy and Jo lowered Jordan to the ground. Wendy carefully pulled the knife from Jordan's stomach, which elicited a scream from the wounded girl. Jo applied pressure to the wound and looked to Lyn, tears starting to bead in her eyes as well as Wendy's.
Lyn was still glaring at Dean with an expression of pure hatred, aim unwavering as she took a step forward for his every step back. "You're wrong," she growled coldly. "The only thing you had to do was freaking walk away. But it's not that simple any more. So right now, you'd better be praying to whatever god would condone an imbecile like you that Jordan's all right – because if she dies, I swear she won't be the only one."
She was interrupted by Jordan taking in rapid, shallow breaths, and Lyn froze for a split second before suddenly turning away from Dean and kneeling beside Jordan. She felt for a pulse and grimaced; Jordan's heartbeat was rapid but weak, her skin clammy.
"She's in shock," Lyn said quickly, eyes darting from Wendy to Jo. "Unless one of you has sodium chloride and materials necessary for a blood transfusion on hand, we've gotta get her to an ER. You," she said, looking at Jo, "help me get her in the car, and be careful; if her blood pressure's too low, too much jolting can kill her. Wendy, call an ambulance and see if they can meet us halfway to the nearest hospital, she's gotta get some fluid back in her before she gets to stage four. And you two –" Lyn shot a death glare at Dean and Sam and warned, "keep the crap out of the way."
Dean walked over to Sam and whispered something in his ear. Sam nodded and, after grabbing their duffels, they hurried out without another word. Nobody even noticed.
Wendy got up and pulled out her cell phone, dialing 911 with quivering hands and waiting with bated breath for a dispatcher.
Jo looked to Lyn. "Ready?"
Lyn nodded grimly, face pale and drawn as she switched her gaze to Jordan and prepared to lift her. Come on, JJ… You're not going out like this. Not you, too.
They lifted her carefully, but still Jordan cried out in pain. The sound of an engine revving drowned her out as Lyn and Jo carried her to the car.
"They're gonna meet us at the entrance ramp onto Highway 97 – they said, from what I told them, she doesn't have much time." Wendy ran ahead and pulled the back door open. "Lyn, you wanna sit in the back with her?" she asked, glancing at Lyn's pale face and pained expression.
"I know she doesn't," Lyn said distractedly. "She's at least in stage two, and stage four's irreversible." She paused for a moment, chewing on her lower lip, before nodding at Wendy. "All right, you drive, maybe that lead foot of yours'll come in handy…"
Jo got into the passenger seat and Wendy got behind the wheel. Jordan was lying across the back seat with sweat, blood, and tears coating her skin. Lyn just knelt on the floorboard so that Jordan could have the seat to herself, still keeping pressure on the stab wound, and shot a look over her shoulder at Wendy and Jo.
"Any thoughts on how the crap we explain this?"
"No idea," Wendy said, while chewing on her lip and driving 60 mph. "Tell them… Uh… Yeah, I got nothing."
"Tell them the truth, maybe?" Jo asked, looking back at Lyn.
Jordan cried out in pain and took a few quick breaths before suddenly her breathing stopped altogether.
Any color that Lyn might have had left in her face drained then; even her eyes seemed to turn a paler shade of green. "Jordan," she said sharply, testing for a pulse. If she wasn't breathing, Lyn knew that cardiac arrest would be next. "Come on, JJ, you can't stop breathing now, we're almost there and I can't freaking intubate in a speeding car with no supplies…"
Jordan made no reply, but her eyes shot open and her breathing resumed, albeit more erratic. "Lyn – it – hurts!"
Wendy drove faster, and even though it was still ten minutes or more until Highway 97, Jo began looking for any signs of the ambulance.
"Yeah, I know it does, JJ," Lyn said with a faint twitch in the side of her face that might have been a suppressed grimace but which she attempted (and failed miserably) to turn into a smirk as she joked, "You forget, in my family, you're not a real hunter until you've been stabbed, shot, burned, or electrocuted a couple of times. But hey, now you can tell Jay to shove it next time he goes on about that shoulder wound, huh?"
Tears pooled in the corners of Jordan's eyes. "I'm sorry, Lyn. I should've tried harder…"
The distant sound of sirens could be heard, and Wendy sped up considerably.
"Hey, you shut it, you hear me?" Lyn shot back, though her voice was considerably softer than usual. "I ain't hearing this crap from you when you think you're dying if you wouldn't let me say it when I thought I was, 'cause you're gonna be wrong, too. And you're not the one who has something to apologize for, anyway."
The car came to a stop and Wendy got out, followed by Jo. The back doors opened and a voice said, "Miss, we need to get her out."
"Finally," Lyn breathed, not taking the time to climb out of one of the side doors but instead going over the front seat to stay out of the way. "She stopped breathing for a second on the way over, but I didn't have any way to stabilize her blood pressure or respiratory system…"
"We'll take good care of her," promised a woman as they got Jordan out of the car and onto a stretcher. "Do you want to ride in the ambulance with her?" she asked as they wheeled Jordan toward the vehicle.
Wendy and Jo were standing out of the way, talking to one of the EMTs. Lyn glanced at them and then nodded at the woman who had been speaking. "I'm going with JJ," she said upon catching Wendy's eye. "You two take the car – and keep your eyes open."
Jordan still wasn't in the clear, and somehow, Lyn had a feeling that they hadn't seen the last of the Winchester brothers.