Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.

A/N: Lyn: Yet another unposted until now…

Chapter Seventeen – Awkwardness Levels

"Well, that was a really long night," Sam said with a sigh as he pulled the Impala into the parking lot of the motel and went to help Jordan out of it.

Jordan opened her door and swung her legs around. She looked up at Sam and smirked. "You can say that again. Hopefully Lyn and Dean haven't killed each other in the time we've been gone." She pulled her crutches from the back seat and leaned them against the Impala.

"I'll come back for those," Sam said, shaking his head. "You shouldn't try to go up the stairs with them until you're used to them. I'll carry you."

Jordan blushed slightly but rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine…"

Sam smirked as he picked her up and headed for the door. "Are you complaining?"

"Absolutely not." She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

Sam laughed softly as he somehow managed to fit the key in the door while carrying her because he has Sam skills that way. "Then don't argue."

As soon as Sam opened the door and Jordan tore her eyes away from his face, she looked over to the beds, expecting to see the two as far away from each other as they could be. "Hey guys, it's been a long night but—OH MY GOD?!"

Dean and Lyn, instead of being as far away from each other as they could be, were tangled together in the bed, naked, covered by a thin strip of the sheets.

Sam promptly yelled something wordless but which distinctly resembled a curse and backed out of the room very quickly. Lyn jerked awake, turned a shade of red reminiscent of a ripe strawberry, and yanked the sheet off Dean to better cover herself. "What the heck are you two doing back already?!"

"We wanted to get back to make sure that you two weren't killing each other… But, it seems like you got along fine while we were gone," Jordan said loud enough to be heard from outside the room.

"Yeah, you could say that," Dean said and you could clearly hear the smirk in his voice.

Lyn couldn't really blush any darker but she did hit Dean upside the head hard. "Would you quit smirking like a donkey eating saw briars?! How is this funny?!

Sam groaned. "What the hell, Dean?! Can't you keep your pants on for one night so our eyes aren't scarred?"

"Ow! Sorry," Dean mumbled and let himself fall back onto the bed.

"Jeez… I so didn't need to see that," Jordan whimpered and buried her face in Sam's chest.

And somehow, despite having just seen something that made him want to stab out his own eyes, Sam had to smile down at Jordan.

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The silence in the room was deafening as Jordan, Sam, Dean, and Lyn all sat on different sides of the room, no one speaking.

Jordan looked u pat Sam and watched him as he read a book, then smiled, holding back her laughter, and looked down.

Sam got that someone's-looking-at-me feeling and looked up just as Jordan smiled which naturally made him smile too before quickly switching his gaze back to the book.

Lyn, meanwhile, was sitting in the floor in a corner with her iPod earphones in, staring at the wall as if purposefully determined to avoid looking at anyone. In fact, this is exactly what she was doing; her iPod wasn't even turned on. Strangely enough, this was the first time in longer than she could remember that she hadn't felt like listening to music.

Dean looked up from the laptop in front of him and at Lyn. She was staring straight at the wall and listening to her iPod. She had a blank look on her face, but there was something in her eyes that made him nervous. Was she regretting what had happened between them? Was she angry at him?

Jordan snuck a peek at Sam again through her eyelashes. It was amazing how Sam doing a simple thing like reading a book could make her stomach flutter and her mind go fuzzy. She continued watching Sam, the way his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, the way his brow would wrinkle every now and then.

Of course, Sam was trying to ignore the fact that he knew she was looking. Mostly, anyway. He definitely enjoyed it, that she apparently couldn't keep her eyes off him, but the slight smirk tweaking his mouth was the only indication he gave.

Lyn sighed heavily and rested her forehead against the wall. Why had she done that, anyway? What had gotten into her? She knew by now how Dean was with women… knew that was all she would ever be to him… And why the heck did that thought make her feel so sick to her stomach?

Dean watched Lyn's face carefully, trying like hell to read her expression. However, reading her face was like trying to understand ancient Greek.

Jordan saw the small smirk on Sam's face and bit her lip to contain her laughter but a small cough of a laugh escaped her mouth.

Sam only smirked more broadly at that and shot her a sideways look out of the corner of her eye. Not enough that anyone else would catch it but enough to let her know that he knew.

Finally Lyn couldn't take it anymore. She stood up quickly for someone who hadn't moved in so long, keeping her eyes averted from everyone else as she grabbed the keys to Jordan's car off the bedside table. "I need some air," she muttered as she headed for the door. "And maybe some Jack Daniel's."

Dean watched her walk out the door, his jaw clenched. Once the door shut he stood up, grabbed his jacket, and ran after her, muttering, "Me too," over his shoulder.

Jordan watched Lyn and Dean leave and then sighed. "What's up with them…? They seemed so, well you know, earlier," she said to Sam.

Sam winced. "Don't remind me." He shook his head then frowned at the door. "I don't know. Second thoughts maybe? Or is Lyn the easily embarrassed type? We did kind of come in at a bad time."

Lyn looked over her shoulder as she heard someone coming out of the motel room while she was unlocking the car and instantly averted her gaze. Dean; of course. Trying to keep the edge out of her voice, she asked without looking at him again, "Did you want something?"

Dean sighed and walked up to Lyn. He laid his hand on her shoulder and asked quietly, "Lyn… what's the matter?"

Jordan laughed and rolled her eyes. She got up, hobbled over to him, took his book, placed it on the table, and sat in his lap, smirking as she did so.

Sam raised his eyebrows at her for a moment then smirked and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Now, I was researching with that," he said in a mock scolding voice.

Lyn didn't shrug Dean's hand away but that was about the most reassuring aspect of her reaction. Her smile was very forced as she closed her eyes instead of looking at him. "Look, Dean… Nobody's forcing you to act like you care beyond last night. You didn't have to follow me."

"Wait, what?" Dean's hand fell from her arm and his expression became pained.

Jordan pouted at Sam, trying not to laugh. "Well, I COULD get up if you want me to."

Sam smirked more broadly and pulled her closer, placing a soft kiss on her lips then speaking against them: "Now, did I say that?"

Lyn sighed and shook her head, opening the car door. "I'm just saying I know you're only here to try to make it less awkward. I get that. But you don't have to bother. A few weeks and Jordan'll be back on her feet, we can go our merry way, and you can forget about it." Like you already want to, she added mentally.

"Forget about it? Why would I want to –" Dean paused. "Wait, what's why you're acting so weird. You want to just pretend that what happened between us… didn't happen?"

Jordan blushed a light pink and her eyes fluttered shut. She smiled and opened her eyes, looking into his and sighing almost dreamily. "Well then in that case…" She pressed her lips against his and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Sam's grip on her waist instantly tightened, pulling her to him as he returned the kiss. This was so much better than standing over her hospital bed to kiss her though he would gladly do whatever it took to feel her lips against his.

Lyn smiled softly, the sadness in the expression obvious. "You want to blame me, go ahead. I don't really care; I'm used to it. Just… don't lie to me and say you give a damn, alright, Winchester?"

Dean's face suddenly went from pained to furious in two seconds. "Listen, Lyn. I know you haven't always been keen on me, and I know you don't think much of me, but if you think that I would ever want to forget about what happened, then you don't know anything about me." Dean shook his head, turned, and began to walk away.

A pang of excitement shot through Jordan's entire body. She ran her hands across his back, scraping her nails lightly down the expanse of his muscled chest. She kissed a path down his neck and lightly nipped at the sensitive skin where his neck and shoulder met.

Sam groaned softly, his eyes livening with desire. He ran his hands lightly up the back of her shirt and across her lower back, meeting her eyes questioningly before going any further.

Lyn stood silently for a long moment, her eyes fixed on Dean's retreating back, before she said slowly, "You barely even know me, Dean Winchester. Why the heck should I be any different to you than any other woman you've ever gotten into bed?"

"I don't know why you are, okay?!" Dean answered, turning around to look at her again. "You just are! I mean, you drive me crazy! You're always calling me stuff and you never stop questioning everything I do and you obviously hate me, but you ARE different. Whether you want to be or not, you're different. You're not just another girl I pick up at a bar and I don't want you to be."

Jordan had lost any chance at forming a single coherent, thought let along speaking at all, so she nodded silently and reconnected their lips, her hands slipping below the hem of his shirt and moving up, tracing the lines of muscle beneath his skin with the tips of her fingers.

Sam's fingers caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one motion, his eyes meeting hers then trailing down and back up again. As soon as they locked on hers the second time, one hand caught in her hair to pull her deeper into the kiss as the other undid the clasp of her bra.

There was a crease between Lyn's eyebrows and her eyes looked troubled as they finally met his. "I don't hate you, Dean. You infuriate the heck out of me sometimes but maybe that's just me avoiding what I really feel, as usual. Avoiding the way you make me feel. Like nobody's made me feel in a long time. Maybe I'm just afraid to admit that and lose it again."

Dean took a step closer to Lyn and reached out to cup the side of her face in his hand. "You don't have to be afraid of me, Lyn."

Jordan pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily. "Sam, bed," she said, cursing the stupid cast on her leg that was limiting her movement and could possibly pose a problem in this situation.

Sam didn't argue, just stood up with her in his arms and walked blindly in the general direction of the nearest bed, too distracted by kissing down her neck to bother watching where he was walking.

"Not of you," Lyn said softly, not moving but not breaking eye contact with Dean, either. "For you. Keith's gone off the deep end in a lot of ways, but he is right about one thing… People have a tendency to die around me. If you were smart… whatever it is you think you see in me… you'd keep looking until you find it somewhere else."

"I don't want anybody else," Dean said quietly. "I want you."

Jordan's head fell back slightly, her brain going fuzzy and her mouth falling slack. "Sam," she gasped and gripped his hair in one hand while grabbing a fistful of his shirt with the other.

Somehow or other Sam managed to find the bed without the use of his eyes and chuckled against her skin. "You know you have to let go of my shirt before I can put you down and take it off, right?"

"Why?" Lyn whispered hoarsely, gripping Dean's jacket and pulling herself closer to his chest without even realizing it. "Why would you want someone like me?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Dean pressed his lips against hers and cupped her face in his hands.

Jordan groaned quietly. "Fine… If I have to," she murmured into his ear quietly, her lips somehow finding their way there. She nipped his earlobe gently and let go of his shirt.

Sam smirked. "That was nice," he said softly as he put her down on the bed and then quickly pulled his shirt over his head, finally actually revealing the chiseled upper body she had been gawking at through his clothes for a week.

Lyn laughed bitterly. "Gee, I dunno. I just insult you, hit you, throw things at you, threatened your life more times than I can count, almost shot you repeatedly…"

Dean rolled his eyes. "When I said I wanted you, I meant I want you as you are. That means the insulting, the hitting, the threatening, too. I want it all."

Jordan couldn't stop her mouth from falling open and practically drooling at his half nakedness. She sat up and ran her hands up his abs and chest, tracing every line and hunting scar in her wake. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him and tugged him towards her gently, planting gentle open-mouthed kisses on his stomach.

Sam's hands trailed from her hair down her back and to her hips, pulling her closer to him and unbuttoning her jeans. His breath tickled her neck as he chuckled softly. "The really fun part is gonna be getting these off over that cast, you know that right?"

Lyn smiled softly, the faintest hint of a joke back in her eyes. "You're some kind of masochist, aren't you?"

"Yep, guess I am." Dean smirked and kissed Lyn's temple. "So, back to the room?"

Jordan huffed out a laugh. "Damn cast… this would be so much easier if I didn't have it on."

Sam chuckled. "We'll manage," he said as he kissed Jordan's stomach gently and unzipped her jeans.

Lyn nodded with a soft laugh and kissed his chin just as her way of making them even. "I guess this counts as getting air."

Dean grabbed Lyn's hand and they began to walk back to the room.

Jordan pushed her hips up to allow him to slide her jeans off her hips.

Sam slid her jeans down off her hips with relative ease then was faced with the dilemma of figuring out how to get them off over the cast.

Of course, that was right about when Lyn opened the door, half yelped something incoherent, and spun on her heel to hide her face against Dean's chest. "Oh freaking heck!"

Jordan gasped and grabbed a pillow from the bed, putting it over her naked chest and then pulling her pants back up her hips. "Uh—it's not what it looks like?"

Dean laughed and turned both himself and Lyn back away from the door. "I guess we're even, then."

"This so does not constitute 'even,'" Lyn complained, still hiding her face against Dean's chest like he was some kind of protective shield. "This is just freaking messed up. I now miss the days when the most awkward thing I had ever walked in on was Joey kissing Nicole in the barn and that was just wrong."

"Um – uh – yeah – here," Sam said with an awkward cough, grabbing Jordan's shirt off the floor and handing it to her as he pulled his own back over his head and tried (and failed) not to look awkward.

Jordan pulled her own shirt back on and looked over at Sam, her expression pained, then over to Dean and Lyn, glaring at them and wishing them a million deaths for interrupting her and Sam.

Dean, on the other hand, was finding this situation extremely funny. "Way to go, Sammy!"

"My name isn't Sammy!" Sam snapped, trying not to turn red.

"And this isn't funny!" Lyn added, finally taking a step back from Dean to hit him upside the head. "Now quit smirking like a jackass eating saw briars!"

"Aww, come on, Lyn. It's kinda funny… I mean they walk in on us in bed and we walk in on them before they can even do the deed," Dean murmured in her ear, grinning.

Jordan realized suddenly that her bra had gone AWOL so she searched around frantically, hoping to whatever god would listen that she would find it without Dean noticing.

Sam glared at his brother. "You're a jerk, you know that, Dean?"

Lyn just shoved Dean in the unwounded shoulder and shook her head. "You have a highly sick sense of humor, y'know that?"

Dean just laughed, unable to stop, though apparently he was the only one who found the situation funny at all. Suddenly, something caught his eye and it made him laugh even harder. "Looking for something, Jordan?" He held up Jordan's discarded bra with one finger.

"Oh god, why me…" Jordan could feel her entire body heating up as she blushed beet red and took the bra that Dean threw to her.

Sam coughed awkwardly again and tried to pretend he didn't notice. Or that he was looking away. Or whatever would make this situation less awkward.

Lyn slammed her palm into her face and groaned. "Okay, look, here's what's gonna happen: Tonight, we're gonna lock Sam out until he finishes that freaking salt-and-burn considering he's the only uninjured person left in this motel room. Then, we're all gonna leave and in the next town, we are not all staying in the same room. And we're all gonna pretend today never happened. Everybody got that?" she added with a pointed glare at Dean.

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine…"

"Yes, please." Jordan sounded hopeful and looked over at Sam apologetically.