Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.
A/N: Lyn: Holy crap, we're writing again?!
Jordan: Ohmygosh, for real?!
Lyn: Yeah! And here's the chap to prove it!
Chapter Eleven – A Quiet Day
Lyn glared at everyone else as she sat on one of the two queen beds surrounded by newspapers and various occult books. "I am perfectly capable of walking, you know," she said in annoyance. "And if you think you can saddle me with research for your hunt, you have another think coming."
"Lyn, you have 20 stitches in your leg. You can't walk. And since you CAN'T walk, doing research is the most helpful thing you can do," Jordan said as she grabbed her bag.
"19 stitches," Lyn grumbled. "And I recall I could walk well enough to keep you from getting stabbed. And what the heck is so funny?!" she growled at Dean who was currently smirking at her like she was an endless source of amusement.
"Nothing," Dean said and let the smirk fall from his face.
Jordan rolled her eyes, pulled out her hairbrush, began brushing her hair, then looked over to see Sam's nose in a book thicker than her arm.
"Nothing, sure," Lyn muttered, grudgingly picking up one of the old newspapers. "Wonder if these things have comics in them…?"
Sam sensed Jordan staring at him and looked up to meet her gaze, blinking once in confusion. "Something wrong?"
Jordan blushed a light shade of pink. "No, sorry." She looked away and continued to brush her hair, mentally berating herself for staring at Sam.
After looking up, Sam was distracted from his research as Jordan blushed and turned away. He smiled softly; it was kind of cute. And she had pretty hair… Shaking his head, he forced his eyes back to the page he had been reading before. What's wrong with you, Sam?
Having scanned every page of the newspaper by this point, Lyn sighed exasperatedly. "Of course, you would manage to find newspapers with not only no supernatural omens but also no comics." She tossed it toward the foot of the bed where it accidentally hit Dean in the back of the head. She managed to contain her laugh to a faint snicker and picked up another paper quickly to hide her grin behind it.
"What the –" Dean touched the back of his head as if checking for any wounds inflicted by said newspaper and then turned toward Lyn. "What the hell?!"
He's cute and I just made a complete idiot of myself. Wow, way to be… Jordan sighed internally and picked up a newspaper from the table in front of her. She pulled her knees up to rest under her chin and opened the paper.
"It was an accident, I swear!" Lyn proclaimed, but she was laughing into her words so that it made them somewhat less believable even if they were true.
Sam looked up again at the commotion and half smiled, turning it into an excuse to make conversation with Jordan as he commented, "I think World War Three may be starting."
Jordan looked up at Sam and grinned. "Just wait until she actually DOES mean to throw stuff at him." She rolled her eyes and laughed.
"Oh so you're telling me that you just accidentally threw a newspaper at my head?!" Dean said incredulously.
"No, I threw it on purpose but it hit you in the head by accident," Lyn clarified, trying hard to stifle her laughter. "What, are you calling me a liar?"
"Hm… Ten bucks on Lyn," Sam said loudly enough for Dean to hear but while smiling at Jordan. She had a nice laugh, he noted mentally.
Jordan laughed again and then bit her lip to stifle it, never able to tear her eyes away from Sam's smile and the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed.
"Whatever," Dean mumbled and glared at Sam.
"Hey!" Lyn objected and this time tossed the paper with expert precision and hit Dean neatly in the back of the head again. "You're not answering my question! And yes, this time that was on purpose."
Sam's smile just grew when he succeeded in making Jordan laugh again. Somehow he thought he liked the sound even more when he was the cause of it. "Any bets? How long you think it'll be before we're all buried in newspaper?"
Jordan smirked. "I'm surprised we aren't already." Okay, Jordan, don't blow it, don't blow it… "Twenty bucks says that someone's getting hit really soon."
Dean turned around and glared at Lyn. "It doesn't matter if I think you're lying because in the little time I've been around you I have realized that there's no talking to you or disagreeing with you."
Lyn's right eyebrow shot up and her expression went from joking to that carefully controlled mask she wore when plotting death and destruction. Her voice was just as cautiously toneless as she responded coolly, "Oh, really?"
"Uh-oh," Sam stage-whispered, looking sideways at Jordan. "Think we should take cover behind the furniture? Something tells me this is about to explode…"
Jordan bit her lip to mask the hysterical laughter that threatened to bubble out of her throat. "Heads are gonna fly…" She got up, calmly walked behind Sam, and knelt down behind him, laying her hands on his shoulders and lifted her head up to peer over.
"Yes, really." Dean stared Lyn down, his gaze not faltering though he knew Lyn was wanting to rip his head off.
"Uh-huh," Lyn said, nodding slowly but her eyes never leaving his. "Well, why don't you try something else then, smart aleck? Or are you afraid of a girl with 31 stitches?"
Sam completely lost track of what was going on as Jordan hid behind him. Where her hands rested on his shoulders felt very warm and he could feel her breath on the back of his neck. It was a moment before he asked softly, "Using me for a human shield?"
"Yep." Jordan grinned and her stomach went fluttery as she realized what she was doing. She thanked the gods that she was behind him or else he could have seen that she turned thirteen shades of bright red. She took a deep breath and then, mustering every ounce of sarcasm she had, said, "Got a problem with that?"
"Sweetheart, I don't hit girls. And even if I did, I still wouldn't hit you. I'd feel bad hitting someone with so many stitches." Dean mock smirked.
"Hm… Too bad for you, then." Newspapers went flying as Lyn lunged forward and clipped him lightly in the side of the head with a hook kick – just hard enough to box his ear and let him know that she could have done a lot more damage if she had wanted to.
Sam blushed a little too but his grin only broadened. He had completely forgotten about Lyn and Dean by this point. "Maybe you should hold on a little tighter and make sure?"
Jordan bit her lip and her smile widened. "I think that's a good idea. You can never be too careful, after all." She gripped Sam's shoulders tighter, surprised that he wasn't yelling at her to get off him.
"Uh, ow! You kicked me!" Dean rubbed his ear with one hand and held his other hand out in front of him to ward off any future attacks that might come his way.
"That would be the idea, yes," Lyn said in a this-is-obvious tone with a roll of her eyes. "What, I'm supposed to let that comment slide just because you won't hit me back? I don't think so."
"No… and we wouldn't want you getting hurt, now would we?" Sam asked with a genuinely soft smile as he looked over his shoulder at Jordan.
Jordan just looked back at Sam staring into his big puppy dog brown eyes. She smiled back at him and her grip loosened on his shoulders to a gentle caress.
Dean clenched his teeth and glared at her, hoping that he could imagine hitting her and it would happen without actually having to himself.
Lyn snickered when Dean continued to do nothing but glare, picked up another newspaper, and whacked him upside the head with it. "Good call. I would've wiped the floor with that spiky mess on top of your head anyway."
Sam relaxed a little and his eyes softened too as they met hers. "So you're gonna trust me to be your human shield without holding me in front of you?"
"I'll take my chances…" Jordan bit the inside of her cheek and struggled to keep from blushing once again.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with my hair. And you know, hitting me with newspapers and kicking me isn't going to make me do anything. I'm the bigger person. I don't need to use violence." Dean smirked smugly.
Lyn actually laughed out loud. "I should've known the hair would be where I'd hit a nerve. You spend more time in the bathroom than Jordan and that's just scary."
Sam smiled softly again. "So you think you can trust me?"
"Definitely." Jordan smiled softly and bit her bottom lip nervously.
Dean death glared. "It didn't strike a nerve, I'm just saying…"
Lyn smirked. "Oh? So you would be totally unaffected if I said that I've dug up, salted, and burned guys with better hair?"
Sam paused and then let his gaze fall, leaning away from her a little as a thought struck him that made him feel uncomfortable. "… So… You forgive me…?"
Jordan pulled her hands back slowly, stood up, and looked down. "I completely forgot about it, actually." She paused and ran her hand through her hair nervously. "Honestly, I would have done the same thing if I were you. I mean, sure, I wish you hadn't done it but I understand why you did. And you don't seem like a bad person. Not at all." Jordan sighed and turned away from him slightly.
I've definitely blown it, what little chance I had with him is now gone. Way to go, Jordan. She thought angrily to herself.
"Hey, now. No need to go there." Dean tried to keep the offended look off his face and covered it up with a scowl.
Lyn snickered and shook her head but her eyes still glinted. "Aw, don't act all hurt. I didn't say there aren't some dead guys with worse hair than you."
Sam was silent for a long moment before standing up too and turning her around to face him. His smile was soft and tentative as he said quietly, "Well, you don't seem like a bad person, either."
"I don't even know what kind of person I am anymore. Keith says I'm a demon. If that's true, I wish you guys had finished the job," Jordan said, looking down and biting her lip almost hard enough to break the skin.
"Gee, thanks. That really means a lot," Dean muttered.
Lyn laughed softly and mussed Dean's hair with a smirk. "You know, you look a lot like my cousin's seven-year-old when you pout."
Sam frowned. "Look, we're not sure what you are either yet, but if you were a demon, you would have been exorcised. Maybe some kind of hybrid, I don't know, but that doesn't make you evil, okay?"
Jordan looked up at Sam's face and studied it for any hint of anything suspicious and then sighed and shook her head. "Yeah, I guess…" Well, that moment's definitely over and it's not coming back.
Dean's eyebrow cocked. "Is that a good thing? Is this seven year old adorable and irresistible? Because if not I can't say that there's any resemblance between the two of us."
Lyn scoffed and whacked him in the head with the newspaper again. "No, sorry; I guess it must have been the not fully developed brain that reminded me of him." Then she blinked and looked at the paper she held in her hand. "Hey… There are comics in this newspaper!"
Sam smiled down at Jordan softly. "You said you trusted me, right? Then trust me now. You're not evil."
Jordan's entire body relaxed and her heart fluttered at the sincerity in Sam's voice. "Yeah, okay." She smiled softly up at him.
Dean squinted his eyes at Lyn as if she was a difficult puzzle that needed solving which in fact, to him, she was. "Oh really? Comics?" he said mockingly.
"Hey, everybody needs something to laugh at and not everyone can just look in the mirror for a good joke like you can," Lyn shot back.
"All right then," Sam said with a smile. "So until further notice, you are Jordan the not-evil not-demon, alright?"
Jordan grinned and rolled her eyes, laughing. "Alright, but remember… I'm trusting you here," she said, half jokingly half seriously.
Dean rolled his eyes and huffed. "Just read your comics," he mumbled, dejected, as he went and sat down on the bed adjacent to Lyn's.
Lyn watched him for a second, frowned softly, and ripped the page she was holding in half. Then she tossed one half at his head and fall back onto her back on the bed, holding the other half above her head to read it. "There you go," she said pleasantly as if it were some strange type of apology. "I don't like those comics so much anyway and you look like you could use a laugh."
Sam chuckled softly and nodded. "I won't let you down."
Dean grabbed the newspaper as it bounced off his head and slid down his chest. He looked over to Lyn who was already reading half of the comics and half smiled. "Thanks," he mumbled, soft enough that he thought only he could hear.
Lyn chuckled softly and pretended she was laughing at the comic strip she was reading but her eyes twinkled in Dean's direction as she thought, You're welcome, you silly dork.