Disclaimer: Neither Jordan nor I own Supernatural.
A/N: Lyn: This is the last finished chap I forgot to post, I swear! DON'T KEEL ME!
Chapter Eighteen – Hitting the Road
Sam deposited the last of Jordan's bags into the trunk of her car then helped her down the stairs. Lyn sighed heavily as she dropped her duffel bag into the trunk of Dean's Impala. "So where are we headed?"
"Florida," Dean said simply, putting his bags in the back of the Impala.
Jordan sat in the back of her car, lying as comfortably as she could in the small back seat without hurting her leg.
Lyn blinked. "What's in Florida?"
"Nothing," Sam answered. "Or hopefully not, anyway. If you hadn't noticed, we're down three hunters out of four."
"Hey, I am not 'down,'" Lyn grumbled. "You jerks just won't let me drive or go on hunts."
"Of course not, Lyn; you're hurt," Dean said as if it was completely obvious which, to him, it was.
"At least we'll just get to relax, which is something I haven't done in a long time," Jordan said to Sam, who smiled and kissed her forehead.
"You deserve a chance to relax."
Lyn rolled her eyes at Dean as she got into the Impala. "Please – like I've never been on a hunt with a few stitches before."
"Well, I wasn't there to stop you then but I am now." Dean smirked at her and winked, getting into the car and starting it.
Jordan pulled herself carefully into the passenger's seat and buckled her seatbelt. Sam smiled and started the car. "You know, it's gonna be a long ride."
Lyn shot Dean a sideways glare out of the corner of her eye. "You're just hoping I have a bikini in one of my bags, aren't you?"
Dean smirked and leered at her. "You read my mind."
"Yeah, I know. But as long as you're here it won't be boring." Jordan grinned and winked.
Sam chuckled and shot her a look out of the corner of his eye. "Does the same go for when we get there?"
Lyn shook her head. "You know, were you anyone else on the face of the planet, I would have broken your nose by now."
"Yeah, exactly. You like me too much to do that," Dean said cockily.
"Count on it," Jordan said, grinning from ear to ear.
Sam just smirked. "I will."
Lyn's eyes narrowed. "Do you really wanna test that theory?"
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When they finally needed food, they stopped at the first truck stop they saw. "Time to get some grub, yeah?" Dean said, turning the key in the ignition and getting out.
Jordan reached behind her to pull the crutches out of the backseat and then pushed her door open. "God, I'm starving…"
"You sure I can't help you?" Sam asked for about the ten thousandth time as he watched Jordan hobbling on her crutches.
"I motion we make Dean pick up the check!" Lyn said with a crooked grin. "All in favor?"
Dean huffed. "Not me," he mumbled.
"Aye!" Jordan yelled and leaned against the side of the car. "Sam, I gotta walk eventually. You can't carry me everywhere." She smiled at him. "Thanks though."
Sam smirked. "Aye! And I now I can't… I'd like to though."
"And the ayes have it," Lyn said with a smirk, patting Dean on the uninjured shoulder. "Sorry but you gotta fork up for lunch."
Dean glared at the three of them. "Gee, thanks guys…"
"'Kay guys, seriously need food now," Jordan mumbled and began hobbling towards the entrance.
"You heard the lady," Sam said with a smirk at his brother. "Hope you got enough money on you."
Lyn snickered at Dean's expression and rolled her eyes before starting toward the door too. "Don't be such a sourpuss, Dean. I'll get the check next time if you're gonna cry about it."
Dean rolled his eyes and followed after the three of them, muttering stuff under his breath. When they finally got in and seated, the four of them were more than starving and couldn't wait to get some food.
"Hi there, I'm Brittany. What can I get you?" a bleached blonde with cleavage overflowing from her shirt and the shortest shorts that even Dean had ever seen.
Jordan's eyebrows shot up and her eyes automatically went to Lyn as she mouthed, "Seriously?"
Brittany gave both guys a once over and smiled at them, cocking her hip to the side.
Lyn met Jordan's gaze with her patented 'you-have-to-be-freaking-kidding-me' look before suspiciously switching her gaze to Dean to check where his eyes were turned.
Sam coughed a little awkwardly and tried to find some way to look at the waitress but there didn't seem to be anywhere he could look that wasn't… yeah. So instead he settled for holding the menu in front of his face and ordering the special even though he was too distracted to have any idea what the special was.
Dean shot a glance at Lyn and then caught her 'you-better-not-be-looking-at-that-slut' look, so he looked back at the menu and ordered the same thing Sam did.
Jordan watched Sam actively not looking at her and smirked, looking up at the busty waitress. She prepared to tell her order but the girl just said, "Coming right up, boys," and walked away, swinging her hips as she did so.
"Um, hey? Forgetting something, miss?" Jordan asked, trying her best to keep her temper in check.
"Yes?" the girl practically spat at her. "Can I get you something?"
Jordan gave her a sickly sweet smile. "Yes, in fact you can get us something. Thank you." She then proceeded to give her order and then looked over at Lyn expectantly.
Lyn, meanwhile, was quite obviously trying to restrain herself from ripping the cheap blond hair off the woman's head and strangling her with it. And people said she had no self-restraint! She spoke through a wide and very sadistic-looking smile to give her order, probably picturing the various ways she could kill this woman as she did so.
Dean tried to hold back his laughter as he saw the look in Lyn's eye and was surprised she hadn't maimed the girl already.
"Coming right up," Brittany said with a forced smile on her face and a glare that was obviously supposed to be malicious but was just pathetic.
Sam smiled awkwardly. "Well, uh… That was interesting?"
"And this, kiddos, is why people infuriate the living heck out of me," Lyn growled as she flicked a strand of hair out of her face. "And also why, if I wasn't a hunter, I would be in prison for genocide of all stupid and/or rude people."
Dean laughed and put his arm along the back of the seat behind Lyn. "She isn't worth it; she's just pathetic."
Jordan rolled her eyes and sighed. "Stupid bimbo…" She leaned over and snuggled into Sam's side.
Sam smiled and kissed the top of her head. "You're worth ten times what she is."
"It would be fun to string her up by that weave, though," Lyn said half musingly and half lamentingly that she wouldn't get to do it.
Dean laughed again. "It'd be fun to watch you do it, too."
Jordan looked up at Sam and smiled. She kissed him gently and cupped the side of his face in her hand.
Brittany walked up to the table and set down their orders, glaring at Jordan and Sam. "Can I get you anything else?"
Sam just smirked and tightened his grip around Jordan's waist. "Nah… I think I'm good."
Lyn totally ignored the others and snickered at Dean, grinning crookedly. "Watch me? You never told me you were a voyeurist, Dean."
"Oh, sweetheart, there are a lot of things you don't know about me." He grinned and leered at her then looked up at Brittany. "Yeah, I've got all I need… right here."
Jordan smiled up at Sam and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Yeah, I think we're all good."
Lyn smirked and translated in a hissing whisper, "I think the general consensus is 'Get lost.'"
Brittany raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, whatever. Your loss." She turned on her heel, hair swishing and hips rocking back and forth as she walked away.
"Heh… stupid bitch," Jordan mumbled and smiled against Sam's neck, kissing him lightly.
"So feisty, Lyn." Dean grinned and nudged her shoulder with his before picking up a fork and digging into the food in front of him.
Lyn snickered and grabbed her own fork. "I never heard you complaining."
Sam chuckled and kissed Jordan back before pushing her food toward her. "Better eat that before Dean finishes his and decides you don't need it."
Lyn was just finishing her mashed potatoes when a strand of conversation from the bar caught her ear: "… and then he started keying up over me with his dog howling just to piss me off."
She looked over to see a pair of truckers with old farmer's co-op hats talking over a couple of plates of eggs. The one on the left raised bushy eyebrows and asked, "It wasn't that fool, Ramblin' Man, was it?"
"That's the one!" the other trucker exclaimed. "Yeah, I'd done and forgot until you said it, but that's him!"
"He's always keyin' up justa piss you off – would you believe he accused me of havin' AIDS the other night for no blame reason!"
Lyn choked on her sweet tea and nearly collapsed on the table laughing, trying and failing to muffle it behind her hand.
Jordan choked on the bite of food she had just put in her mouth. "… The crap is wrong with you, woman?!"
Dean looked from Lyn to Jordan, putting his fork down and his hand on Lyn's back. "Uh, Lyn…? You okay?"
Everyone within a four-table radius promptly turned to stare, including the two truckers who had been speaking. Lyn managed to stop laughing enough to meet Jordan's eyes and choke out, "You didn't hear that just now? About Ramblin' Man keying up over 'em with Gordita howling into the mic?"
Dean looked to Jordan questioningly to see that she had already begun laughing as hard as Lyn was, leaning into Sam's side and dropping her fork on her plate. "Uh… care to explain?"
"It's—Lyn's—dad!" Jordan managed to get out between bouts of laughter.
Sam stared. "Wh – not seriously?" he asked, looking at Lyn instead as for some bizarre reason he felt like laughing too. "Why the hell would your dad do that?"
"Because he's a crazy and immature old man," Lyn declared, still laughing.
"Wait, you're Ramblin' Man's little girl?" one of the truckers demanded. "Are you the one who tricked me into calling myself an old geezer in some other language about ten years ago?!"
Lyn snickered. "I'm my dad's only daughter, yeah. And hey, I was a crazy and immature fourteen-year-old, what can I say?"
Jordan gripped her stomach as she continued to laugh. "I remember that!" She began to lean precariously close to falling off the seat so she let herself fall back onto Sam.
"Okay, so your… dad is the guy that these truckers are talking about?" Dean asked Lyn.
"Yeah," Lyn admitted, still having to get her words out past laughing. "His handle is Ramblin' Man, y'know, from the Hank Williams song. And his pastime –"
"Is insulting honest, hard-working men," one of the truckers growled.
"Hey, my dad's as honest and hard-working as any of you!" Lyn shot back before a glint of mischief entered her eye and she started to laugh again. "Without him, who would make sure none of you fall asleep while you're driving, after all?"
Sam looked around edgily. "Uh, Lyn? You know we're in a truck stop… and the truckers really don't seem to be finding this as amusing as you and Jordan do… right?"
"They just need to listen up, that's all!" Jordan said, still unable to keep herself from laughing.
Dean noticed the glares that a lot of the truckers were starting to give the four of them. "Uh, guys, maybe Sam's right for once…"
"Oh, don't be such a bad sport," Lyn chortled but she very wisely decided to get up and be ready to leave anyway. "What, you can't take a disabled forty-four-year-old man annoying you every now and then?"
"Um, yeah, we should go now," Sam muttered, putting an arm around Jordan's waist to pull her up from the table.
"Aww… But things were just starting to get good," Jordan whined but allowed Sam to pull her up. She looked around at the many glaring truckers and looked up at Sam. "Okay, now you can carry me."
Dean, too, got up from the table, throwing two twenties down next to their plates as he did so.
"Well, at least we know Dad's still kicking," Lyn said, shaking her head and finally managing to stop laughing. "And stepping on people's last nerves." She snickered. "Guess everything's normal back home then."
"Yeah, what say we keep everything normal with us and get out of here?" Sam muttered as he tossed Jordan's crutches to Dean and picked her up to carry her back to the car.