Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.

A/N: Lyn: Three chaps in one day?! Has this happened since days of yore?!

Jordan: … No… probably not even then. XD

Chapter Thirteen – Unexpected Danger

Sam felt really awkward. Of course, it was all well and good to make conversation with Jordan while they were all in the motel room and Dean and Lyn were arguing and providing that nice distracting background noise, but now he was in the Impala with Jordan. Alone. Going on a coffee run.

So, naturally, he said the first thing that popped into his head: "So… you like… coffee…?"

Then he mentally kicked himself. Do you like coffee – no, she's going on a coffee run for no reason. Brilliant, Sam.

Jordan looked over at Sam and smiled. "Actually, no. Not really. I prefer a caffeinated tea. I never liked the bitterness of coffee." She smiled wryly.

Sam was a little taken aback. She didn't really like coffee? So… she really had gone with him… just to go with him?

"Oh," he said, trying not to sound like he was fishing. "Sorry, I didn't know. Should I not have asked you to come then…?"

Jordan laughed lightly. "No, I wanted to come, really. I mean, Lyn without her coffee is unpleasant for everyone. And the coffee shop will probably have tea anyway." She smiled and stretched out slightly in the seat.

"Yeah, Dean's the same way," Sam said with a smile. "Think it was a good idea to leave them alone? I mean, obviously we both wanted to get out of there until they get their caffeine but they might kill each other." … Was that the only reason you came…?

Jordan laughed and rolled her eyes. "They should be fine for now." She looked over at Sam for a few long moments then realized she was staring, blushed, and looked away.

Sam's smile just grew; he really did love her laugh. "How long do you think 'for now' is, though?" He paused then chanced a sideways glance at her. "Just long enough to run for coffee? Or maybe you wanna grab breakfast…?"

Jordan inwardly squealed and then answered in as confident a voice as she could, "I think we can leave them alone long enough to get some breakfast." She looked over at Sam, met his eyes and smiled.

And so naturally, Sam couldn't help but smile back. Maybe this would turn out to be a good day after all.

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Dean awoke from another dreamless sleep and stretched languorously on the cheap motel bed. He opened his eyes and looked around for Sam, Lyn, or Jordan. No sign of anybody. He heard the water running in the bathroom and rolled his eyes. Sam was primping. Again.

"Sam, get out of the bathroom, I gotta take a shower!" Dean yelled as he pulled himself up, massaging his swollen back with one hand and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with the other.

No answer. He got up and walked over to the door. "Sam! Get out of there, already!"

Still no answer. Dean huffed and turned the knob, expecting Sam to be standing there, meticulously brushing his emo-boy hair, but instead he found Lyn. Brushing her teeth and listening to her iPod. Clad in just black underwear.

Lyn meanwhile had been humming along to It's My Life by Bon Jovi for about a minute and a half and so hadn't heard Dean yelling. However, she did catch the movement out of the corner of her eye when the bathroom door opened and at first just glanced over, expecting to see Jordan interrupting to borrow a hairbrush or something. Then she promptly dropped her toothbrush in the sink and yelled through a mouthful of toothpaste, "DEAN WINCHESTER!"

Dean stared at Lyn for a few long moments then backed away slightly. "Oh, er, I'm sorry. I thought Sam was primping and, uh, I didn't know you were in there… uh, yeah… sorry," he mumbled, looking away and feeling, for the first time in a long time, embarrassed at seeing a girl half naked.

"What the freaking heck is wrong with you?!" Lyn demanded, shoving him back and slamming the door then coming back out again a second later wearing a black camisole and denim shorts and a very indescribably angry expression. "Just what kind of voyeuristic pervert are you?!"

Dean held his hands up in front of him. "Hey, look, it was an accident, honestly! I thought you and Jordan went out to get breakfast or coffee or something!"

Lyn was not warded off by his defensive stance but continued to stalk toward him like a very angry lioness. "Oh really?! An accident! So was it also an accident that you stood there staring at me?!"

"Okay, I admit, I stared at you for a second, but it was purely for appreciation's sake!" Dean knew that what he had said was stupid as soon as it left his mouth and inwardly smacked himself.

If it was possible, Lyn's green eyes looked even more deadly and dangerous than usual. If the anger in her voice before had been frightening, the cool, silky-smooth tone it took on now would make the blood run cold. "Excuse me?"

Dean winced at the calm tone in her voice and started to back away slowly. "What I mean is that, uh, I was just shocked that you were standing there instead of Sam. I mean, you're all thin and Sam's all Sasquatch-y and I was expecting to see Sam, not you." Dean struggled not to trip over his words as he tried to backtrack what he said before.

Lyn carefully matched Dean's every step backward with a step forward of precisely the same length, keeping the distance between them exactly the same as she prowled after him like a wolf stalking its prey. "I see," she said coolly, a twisted smile curling her lip. "So you were only staring because you were so very surprised I'm not six-foot-four with a squirrel on top of my head."

Dean coughed out a laugh. "Right! Because, you know Sam, his hair never stays flat, it sticks up everywhere! And he's always trying to keep it flat, but I always make fun of him for being in the bathroom so much and primping all the time, and that's why I came in, to mock him. But he wasn't there, you were. And you don't have emo-boy hair… or emo-girl hair. You just have hair. And you aren't Sasquatch-y like he is," Dean rambled on, feeling very scared for his well-being.

"I just have hair," Lyn repeated, her eyes narrowing. "It wasn't my hair you were staring at, now was it, Dean?"

"Well, no, but see, you're a girl. And you have parts that Sam doesn't, being a guy. And I was surprised to see THOSE parts instead of HIS parts." Dean struggled to put a table's length between himself and Lyn.

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Jordan had to admit, she was falling for Sam… fast. The way his eyes sparkled when he laughed, the way his dimples showed when he smiled, his sincerity, it was all making her turn to jello as they drove back from what was possibly the worst diner with the worst food but the best company.

Sam was presently trying to keep himself from getting his hopes up too high but he couldn't really help it after today. He had never met anyone like Jordan, and not just in the demon hybrid type way, either. She was amazing, beautiful, smart, and that laugh that made him want to spend every second thinking of ways to make her laugh more… He found himself wondering if it got any better than this. Well, obviously it could… but he still wasn't sure if she thought of him that way…

As he parked the Impala next to Jordan's car and pulled the key from the ignition, he stole a glance at her again. God, she was so beautiful when she smiled. Why was she smiling anyway? Maybe, just maybe, she was thinking the same thing he was…?

From inside the room they were parked in front of there was a sudden crashing sound and Sam snapped out of his thoughts, hunter's instincts kicking in. His eyes locked on Jordan's full of alarm that only intensified when Lyn's voice was heard quite audibly shouting, "YOU!"

"Oh shit, I know that tone of voice. She's set to kill." Jordan scrambled to undo the seatbelt and pushed the Impala's door open. She jumped out and closed the door. "We have to hurry, she'll start throwing punches soon."

Sam quickly made his own escape from the seatbelt and the car, forgetting the coffee they had brought back in his haste. As he headed for the door he was actually debating killing his brother himself. Damn it, Dean, why did you have to piss her off now?!

Jordan ran up the motel steps and to the door, thankful that they had forgotten to lock it on their way out earlier. She pushed the door open to find Dean struggling to find some way to hide behind one of the beds and Lyn grabbing for him, her face flushed with anger.

"Lyn, stop!" Jordan yelled, running over and grabbing Lyn's arm as she pulled it back, prepared to throw a punch.

Ordinarily, it would have taken much more than one person Jordan's size to keep Lyn from ripping Dean's head off. But ordinarily Lyn didn't have twelve stitches in her forearm that sent lances of pain up her side when Jordan grabbed it. As it was, she couldn't exactly wrench her arm away without causing herself further pain so she resorted to growling and intimidation instead.

"Let me go so I can freaking kill him!" she more ordered than requested, still trying to reach Dean with her free arm.

"Whoa – I know he can be a jerk, but him dying won't fix that," Sam tried to reason as he followed Jordan in and held back Lyn's other arm so she wouldn't kill his brother. "Dean, what the hell did you do?"

"It was an accident! I thought you were in the bathroom doing up that emo hair of yours and I went in and Lyn was there and well…" Dean paused and rolled his eyes. "I might have stared for like a SECOND."

Jordan rolled her eyes. "Really, Dean? You perv… Frankly, I'm surprised she hasn't killed you already!" Of course, they had to do this NOW… Figures! She thought angrily to herself.

"If you were really my friend, you'd let me go now," Lyn growled, glaring at Jordan. "I'd let you go if you were trying to kill him!"

"Okay, Dean's a pervert, but we all know that," Sam said in an attempt to soothe matters. "If it will make you feel better, we can lock him out of the motel room and make him sleep in the Impala?"

"Lyn, you can't kill him… you don't have anyplace to dump the body. And there are too many witnesses," Jordan reasoned.

"What?! Whose side are you guys on, anyway?!" Dean yelled incredulously.

Lyn let out a low growl reminiscent of an angry Doberman and stopped trying to pull free from Sam's grip. "Fine," she hissed, still glaring daggers at Dean. "But if you wake up and he's disappeared you can honestly say that you saw nothing."

Sam wasn't really sure if that was reassuring or not so he looked at Jordan with a 'should we let her go?' question in his eyes.

Jordan nodded back to him and let Lyn's arm go cautiously.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed himself out from behind the bed and walked slowly closer a few steps. "I'm sorry, Lyn."

"Yeah, I'm sure," she growled, jerking her arm away from Sam and turning on her heel to walk back toward the bathroom. She paused at the door and turned to glare daggers at Dean again and say warningly, "The next time I throw something at you, it won't be a newspaper."

Then she slammed the door so hard the walls shook and Sam stared at it for a second before looking back at Dean. "You might want to consider that sleeping in the car suggestion. And making real sure the doors are locked."