Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.

A/N: Lyn: So I finally got off my butt and decided to post these!

Jordan: Yeah, we kinda wrote them a while ago.

Lyn: Sorry. –sweatdrop-

Chapter Fifteen – A Series of Interesting Developments

Dean pulled up the motel, being careful not to hit any major bumps, and parked the car. He got out and grabbed the keys to the motel room. He quickly walked up the stairs and unlocked the motel door, coming face to face with a pissed Lyn.

"Where's Jordan?!" she demanded the second the door was open and she had lowered the nine millimeter she had had trained on the door upon realizing he was not Keith. "You said you were all coming back!"

"We are all back. Jordan's unconscious in the car with Sam. She has to go to the hospital," Dean said, hand pressed to his shoulder.

"Uncon – what the heck did you do?! What part of I'll freaking kill you if she doesn't come back in one piece did you not understand?!"

"Lyn, I tried, okay?!" Dean said, his voice taking on an angry tone. "Believe me, it could have been worse."

"Yeah? How did you try exactly, Dean?!" Lyn started to rant before noticing the blood seeping through his fingers and her eyebrows rose. "… You mean that…?"

Dean nodded slightly. "Got me in the shoulder with a knife," he said simply.

"Oh," Lyn said softly, looking a little taken aback. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize…"

Dean shook his head. "It's okay. I'm fine. I'll live; Jordan might not if she loses any more blood. She has to go to the hospital."

Lyn seemed to debate something for a second before taking on her normal firm tone again. "Tell Sam to go and sit down and let me look at you. You'll either drive into a pole or pass out if you don't get that fixed before you try to drive anymore."

Dean caught the determined look in Lyn's eye and sighed. "Okay, I'll be right back." He walked downstairs to the Impala. "Sam, go to the hospital without me, okay? Lyn wants to fix me up and you'll take good care of her, right?"

"Yeah, of course," Sam said as he got into the driver's seat, though he looked a little confused. "I guess she has a point, it would look suspicious if we brought her in like that and you with a bleeding knife wound…"

Dean nodded. "Drive fast. Take care of her," he said quickly then began to walk back to the motel room.

Lyn had the huge first aid kit Jordan had brought in the last time Keith had attacked already open on one of the beds when Dean came back. Her expression was at the same time concerned and stern. "When I said tell Sam to go, I meant sit down and call him."

Dean smiled wryly. "Sorry. But they're on their way now, and she'll be fine." He paused a second before adding, "You know, I CAN clean myself up. You don't have to do it."

Lyn was silent for a moment as she made him sit down before she said in a softer voice than usual, "I owe you. Anyway, I was in school to be a paramedic before we found out about Jordan. I can almost guarantee I'll do a better job than you could by yourself."

Dean nodded slightly and took his hand away from his shoulder, the blood still slowly seeping out of the wound and soaking into his shirt.

"Your shirt's already ruined; it'll hurt less if I just cut it off so you won't have to move your arm." Lyn was more talking to herself than him about this because she didn't wait for permission before taking a pair of scissors to it. A crease appeared between her eyebrows when she got a better look at the wound. "It's pretty deep… What did you do, tackle him while he was trying to stab you?"

Dean sighed slightly. "No, he was going to stab Jordan. He had gotten her from behind, but Sam distracted him and Jordan got the gun away from him. We were both in the grave still and he pulled a knife. Went to stab her, so I pushed her out of the way. That's why she hurt her ankle, I guess…"

"Hm, so you broke my best friend's ankle now?" Lyn asked in a somewhat strained attempt at a mock accusatory voice. Her lip twitched a little into what was obviously supposed to be a joking smile but her eyes showed plainly that the attempt at humor was solely an effort to cheer Dean up and she didn't really feel like smiling at all.

Dean smiled slightly but it didn't reach his eyes. "She'll be okay," he said, more reassuring himself than Lyn.

"She's tough… But really… thanks," Lyn said softly as she tore open a swab to clean the wound with. "I probably don't have to tell you this is gonna sting."

Dean acknowledged the thanks with a small smile. "I'm sure I'll live." He grinned at her.

Lyn smiled softly. "That would be the plan." As she gently but thoroughly cleaned the knife wound, she sighed softly and added, "I guess I overreacted before, too. And I'm sorry I hit you."

Dean laughed quietly. "I guess walking in on you in the bathroom and staring at you was a pretty pervy thing to do, huh?" He smirked and rolled his eyes. "I guess I deserved it."

"Dang straight, you deserved it," Lyn said with a soft laugh and a glance up at his eyes to let him know she wasn't angry. "But I still shouldn't have done it." She chuckled softly again and added, "Anyway, now we're about half even considering you're the one who's not wearing a shirt this time."

Dean grinned and winked at her. "How do you get completely even? Want me to take off the rest?" he asked joking with a smirk.

Lyn shook her head and shot him an exasperated look. "You never give up on the perverted humor, do you?"

"Never." Dean grinned wolfishly and chuckled.

"Yeah well, keep the rest of your clothes on if you don't mind," Lyn said with a roll of her eyes. "And if you do mind, get your own room because the rest of us definitely mind too."

Not that he'd be bad to look at, she mused as her gaze momentarily strayed from his shoulder wound to the rest of his chest and abs before she quickly snapped her eyes back to where they were supposed to be. Jeez, what, is his perviness contagious or something? Get a hold of yourself…

Dean caught the path her eyes took and smirked inwardly but didn't say anything to her for fear of pissing her off. Again. And they had just gotten over that.

"So, doc, how's it look?"

"Nice." Lyn reflexively said the first word that came into her mind and then instantly regretted it. "That is, it's a clean cut that missed all the major veins and tendons and the knife was clean so there's not much risk of infection once I get some antibacterial and a bandage on it," she corrected quickly. Yeah, that makes sense… right?

Dean actually smirked this time. "Good; now all we gotta worry about is Jordan."

Lyn froze dead in the middle of cutting a square of sterile padding. It was only for about half a second, but still noticeable as she was reminded of why she was currently patching Dean's shoulder and there was no one else around to break the awkward tension. "Yeah," she agreed, her voice going soft again as her hands continued moving. "Just Jordan."

Yeah, your best friend's in a hospital somewhere and you're getting distracted by some shirtless hunter. That's real loyalty there.

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Sam had to keep himself from twitching at the man sitting next to him in the ER who kept calling the nurses to ask when his son was going to be taken back. Because apparently he had a 103-degree fever.

Not that Sam was mad at the guy for caring about his son, but did he not realize that there were far more important things on the nurses' mind just then? Like maybe the fact that Jordan was in surgery?

Try as he might, Sam couldn't make himself stop going over it in his head. What he should have done, what he didn't do, and how he could have prevented this all if he hadn't been so stupid. And what the hell was taking so long?!

Finally a doctor came walking down the hallway and into the waiting room. "Family of Jordan Yazebel?" he asked, looking around.

"Yes?" Sam asked quickly, standing up so fast that the guy with the sick kid next to him stared. "Is she okay?"

The doctor walked closer to Sam. "She's okay. The surgery went well. We were able to fix the bone and get a cast on her leg. She also needed a transfusion since she lost a lot of blood but she's going to be fine. She's awake but she's groggy – you can go back and see her if you'd like. Room 304, on the left."

"Thanks – thank you," Sam barely managed to stammer out before heading down the hallway. Good, this was good. She would be okay and everything would be fine.

"Jordan?" he asked quietly as he poked his head into the room, not wanting to wake her if she had fallen asleep.

Jordan opened her eyes and blinked a few times and looked to the door. Her confused expression melted away and it was replaced with pure joy. "Sam! You stayed!" She beamed and pulled herself up into a sitting position.

Sam smiled softly and came in to sit beside her bed. "Of course I stayed. You thought I would leave?"

Jordan shrugged slightly. "I don't know, maybe." She let out a breath. "But I'm glad you stayed." She looked up into Sam's eyes and for a moment, just wanted to pull him to her and hug him. Instead she settled for resting her hand on top of his and smiling softly.

Sam tried not to jump to any conclusions when she put her hand on his. After all, she might just be woozy from the drugs and not know what she was doing. At the same time, though… it was nice. So he couldn't help but smile as he asked quietly, "So I take it you're feeling better?"

"Much, but then again I could get shot and not feel anything due to the amount of drugs I have in my system right now." She rolled her eyes and laughed. She squeezed his hand slightly. "Thank you… for not leaving and for bringing me here and for making sure I am okay." She could feel a warmness in her chest while looking into his eyes, at his smile. She knew her eyes were welling up with tears and she didn't bother to brush them away as they slowly slid out of her eyes and down her cheeks.

"You don't have to thank me, of course I wouldn't leave," Sam said gently. He knew the drugs were making her emotional but he still didn't like to see her cry. "Everything's gonna be fine. Lyn's patching up Dean and you're okay and everything's good, okay?"

Jordan nodded slowly and, unable to deny herself any longer, she reached out and snaked her hand around the back of Sam's neck. She tugged him closer until their lips met, just a gentle brush of lips against lips. After a moment or two, she pulled away, her hand still around his neck and their faces only inches apart. She looked down, scared that he would push her away.

Sam realized only after Jordan pulled back again that he hadn't been breathing this whole time and took a long, slow breath. Funny how breathing felt so unimportant sometimes. His eyes met hers cautiously, a little afraid to reveal too much of what he was thinking, but he couldn't exactly act like he hadn't enjoyed it either. But what if it was just the drugs making her loopy and that was why she kissed him? What if that wasn't what she really felt at all? Searching her eyes for the answers, he asked slowly, "Jordan…?"

"Sam… I know I should be worried about other things right now but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," Jordan said, her voice slightly breathy as she continued, "I'll worry about the rest of the world later, but right now I don't want to think of anything else but you." She stopped, her stomach clenching uncomfortably as she watched his face, waiting for his reaction.

"Are… are you sure…?" Sam asked slowly, his eyes widening a little despite his best efforts to keep from looking too hopeful. "I mean, you're not just feeling this now… now that you're on all these medications…?"

"I may be doped up, but I know that what I feel now is the real deal," Jordan said softly, her other hand coming up to cup his face in her hand.

"So… That's why you went on the coffee run with me even though you don't like coffee?" Sam asked with a slight smile.

"Yeah, Sam. That's why I went. I went so that I could be with you," she said, her smile mirroring his.

Sam's smile broadened to a real one then. "Well, in that case…" He leaned forward slowly so she could still change her mind if she wanted and kissed her gently.

Jordan's stomach fluttered uncontrollably as she pulled Sam as close to her as she could and deepened their kiss, her eyes fluttering shut.

Sam could hardly believe it now that it was happening. Not only did Jordan feel the same way but they were kissing, even if it was in a hospital after a hunt – still more than enough to make Sam's world spin.

And then, of course, Sam's phone rang. He groaned audibly as he pulled back apologetically, glaring at the evil contraption.

Jordan smiled wryly and looked down at the phone. "Gonna answer it?" She smirked playfully at him.

Sam made a face that clearly showed how displeased he was with the interruption. "If this were any other situation and Lyn and Dean weren't worried, I'd kill them."

Jordan laughed and pulled him close to her, placing a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away and settling back into the uncomfortable hospital bed, looking expectantly at him.

Sighing reluctantly, Sam answered his phone and hoped it wouldn't take too long to convince Lyn that Jordan would be fine.