Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.

A/N: Lyn: And another chapter?! Sheesh, did we have our Wheaties for breakfast or what?!

Jordan: Actually, HBO. –crunch-

Chapter Twelve – Three to One

Lyn yawned softly and stretched her stitched arm and leg. They were both still incredibly sore but seemed to be in no danger of becoming infected or busting open anytime soon. Her busted lip, on the other hand, hurt like heck because she was currently eating a dry pop tart for breakfast and it seriously hurt to chew.

"So what time did you figure we'd head out?" she asked Jordan in a normal conversational voice, obviously not foreseeing the affect this simple question would have on the three other people in the motel room.

"Huh?" Jordan's head practically shot up from where she was reading a paperback book and sitting, one knee up, on a chair in the room.

Lyn crumpled up the pop tart wrapper and tossed it into the garbage can like she was making a shot in basketball before answering. "You know, head out, hit the road, be on our merry way. It's been a day and two nights and my leg's obviously not infected, wasn't that the deal?"

"Yeah, right…" Jordan chanced a glance over at Sam, just the quickest of eye movements. "Well, your leg still hurts, doesn't it? I mean, you should stay off your feet until you feel 100% better. You being injured isn't gonna help either of us on a hunt. Besides, how will you drive? I mean, you don't want me driving your car, do you?" Jordan said, pulling every excuse out of her brain.

It's NOT because I have a thing for Sam. Of course it's not. I'm just looking out for the well-being of Lyn, that's all… Jordan assured herself, though not really believing it herself.

"My car?" Lyn asked, staring at her friend. "Jordan, my car's in Joey's back yard three states from here. What the heck are you smoking?"

Sam tried to hide his alarm at the topic but his voice was still a little sketchier than usual as he said slowly, "Well, she has a point about you getting better though. I mean, what if that Keith guy showed up again? He already sliced your arm and your leg so he knows they'll be weak points and he'll try to use that if he gets you alone!"

"Yeah, right! So it'd be stupid not to stay, because we both need to be in the best condition that we can be right now," Jordan quickly added and let her eyes widen sincerely.

Dean looked up from his diner take-out breakfast and his brow wrinkled. "Wait, you're leaving already? You're not better yet! That'd be stupid!"

Lyn stared around at them all. "Okay, when did I become some pity case? I'm perfectly fine! I mean, I humored you with the one day thing, but you seriously expect me to stay in one place for two weeks when I can take these stitches out? Are you serious?"

"Well, yeah!" Sam said, putting down his laptop and staring right back at her. "You could get yourself and Jordan killed if you let somebody find you alone like that!"

"Right! I don't want to die! I like life!" Jordan said, frantically nodding her head.

"Yeah, what she said! She doesn't want to die, and contrary to what you may think, I don't want her to die, either," Dean said.

Why am I trying so hard to get Lyn and Jordan to stay? They tied us up, almost got us killed, verbally and physically assaulted us… Dean tried to figure it out in his head.

"I didn't say you want her to die," Lyn argued, "but if we stay in one place, we're vulnerable, too! And I'm perfectly capable of defending myself no matter how many stitches I happen to have in me."

"Well, maybe you can, but not as well as if you healed first," Sam pressed. "And maybe that would be the difference between life and death!"

Jordan put on her best sad, pouty face. "Are you saying that you're willing to risk my life and yours because you don't get along with someone?"

"Well, granted, I've had an easier time getting along with cottonmouths than with these two considering there have still been loaded firearms involved in more than half of our conversations, but that's not the point. I'm perfectly fine and there's no reason we shouldn't keep going. Keith's got a heck of a lot more to worry about from that wound I gave him than I do from this puny little scratch."

Jordan huffed and resorted to drastic measures. "But Lyn, please can you just do this or me? I'll feel better knowing that you're 100% okay."

Dean watched Jordan whip out the puppy dog eyes and the 'please can you do this for me' with mild amusement. She's working really hard at this… Then he looked over at Sam, who was looking hopeful and desperate. He smirked. Wow, Sammy, you've got a thing for her, don't you?

Lyn crossed her arms and glared first at Jordan then at Sam then at Dean and finally at Jordan again. "When the heck did I become the odd man out? Actually, when the heck did you three get on the same side at all?"

Jordan feigned confusion. "I don't know about them, but I just want what's best for you and me."

"I'm not on her side, I just don't think it's a good idea for you to leave before you're better, that's all." Dean thought for a moment and added, "I mean, it's just common sense."

"Yeah, you'll stand a better chance with us until you're healed again, right?" Sam added.

Lyn sighed impatiently and switched her glare to the ceiling. "Fine! It's obvious I'm way outvoted on this, anyway. But I swear, if this comes back to bite us, I'm gonna kill you all myself."

Jordan succeeded in not squealing at the thought of being able to stay with Sam for more time and her heart fluttered at the very thought of it. "Thanks, Lyn!" She smiled sweetly and looked over at Sam who met her gaze for a split second before quickly looking away. Of course, he was concerned that Jordan and Lyn not get hurt… nothing else… nothing else at all… Right?

Dean smirked in victory but there was something nagging at him, something that he definitely wasn't accustomed to feeling. Something that he would ignore just as long as he could.