onlytobenormal | on the run. [siswinchester & <user site="livejournal.com" user=

Fuck hospitals man. She detested them. Loathed them. Straight up hated them. Especially when she was a patient in one.

So when Sam finally managed to spring her, she was grateful. Though not at all grateful she had to sit passenger side and in almost near constant pain, or if not that, just damn uncomfortable. Having your ribs broken was no damn walk in the park.

They didn't really talk much as they drove, far far away from all the damage they had left behind in Sam and Dana's apartment. The silence from Sam was becoming really worrisome, but Dana didn't really know how to...fix it. Had no way to broach any of the things they should probably talk about. So they didn't.

As for sleeping arrangements. Well. Seeing as she doubted Sam wanted to be sleeping with her anymore, a double room for starters would be a good idea. Maybe with a room attached, so it would be easier for them to stay close without Jo having a freak out.

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Jo's not been taking the trip very well; she supposes it's her own fault for refusing to leave her truck, but damnit if talking to Sockie wasn't boring. She starts wondering, out loud, to her damned toy if she wouldn't be better off heading south, and just say...'oops, I lose you guys'.

The pain pills, and anti-dizziness and nausea pills cost a small fortune, even with her insurance, and she's pretty sure at the rate she's been popping them she's going to have to black market this shit pretty soon.

As for sleeping, Jo's still not been doing too much of that lately anyway. The protein bars and mainlining caffeine have gotten her through so far. Why stop now?

Sam slipped out of the car to go see what they had available. Thankfully, they had connected rooms, so Jo wouldn't be pissed or have to catch them doing whatever she thought they were going to be doing... which wasn't much when Dana had broken ribs and needed to be careful with them. It was practical to sleep in double beds than risk rolling over on her and hurting her.

As for their relationship? They hadn't talked about it. There was a lot they should talk about, but Sam couldn't bring himself to bring up any of it. Not right now. On the plus side, Dana sleeping with someone else was really the least of his worries when you thought about everything else he'd learned and the fact they were attacked by demons.

He came back out, waving the keys idly. "Come on, Dana, you get inside and get comfortable, I'll bring in all the other stuff."

Man, she felt like an invalid. She could walk, but it was slow and with some difficulty.

The subject of their relationship was the least of their concerns, she knew that. But it certainly didn't help lessen any of the stress when it came to dealing with the bigger problems they needed to face. She'd like there to be as many problems resolved as there possibly could be to take the load off Sam, knowing how he had been worrying about every word that damned demon had said to him. She just...didn't like any of this, in general, everything.

Dana had even tried to call Dad once, back when they had still been in the hospital. But he hadn't answered and...she was worried now about him too. She remembered, what the demon had said. Dad had gone off the grid. That was not comforting at all.

Slipping out of the Impala after Sam got them rooms, Dana barely winced thanks to the pain pills she had popped not too long ago and took the keys from him to head for the room and a bed to lay in.

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Jo sits in the car for a moment, before slipping out. Again, this lying down thing isn't going to work. She moves to the open door. "Hey, now that we're...outta dodge, I'm...gonna see if somebody can cut my hair. Make it look like somethin' again. Should I bring you two food?"

Because sticking around to one place is certainly not what she wants to do. The pills make her restless, make her wanderlust worse, and makes the anxiety of being around them even worse as well.

"Food would be great, yeah." Sam shouldered the bags, looked over his shoulder. "Burgers or something, maybe?"

Anything quick and hey, he figured Dana would probably appreciate something like that anyway. "Want me to haul your stuff in while I'm at it?"

"Definitely burgers." Dana chimed in, making her way, slowly, towards the motel room still. "And pie..."

Jo nods a little. "I can do that. Any preference what's on 'em, or...what kinda pie?" She's trying. It's hard, but she's trying her best.

She looks over at Sam. "Nah, I'll get it later."

"Nah, I don't care. At this point, I'll eat anything." Hadn't had much of an appetite these past few days and it was definitely catching up now. Bags shouldered, he headed towards the room, waiting for Dana to get the door opened.

"Any kind'll do." When it came to pie, Dana wasn't picky. She turns though, to cast Jo a small smile. She knows it's been damn hard for her, she wishes she could do something to ease that pain she catches a glimpse of on her face from time to time.

Swinging the door open, she steps back to let Sam through with all their stuff, still feeling bad because she gets the feeling he may start feeling like a pack mule with how often he has to carry everything.

She tries to keep her face bare of it. It's difficult, but she certainly is trying to not let it show so plainly. She gives Dana a little smile as well, before nodding and walking slowly back to her car, climbing back in. "I'll be back with food and a hair cut."

She turns the Beast back onto rawring life and pulls back out of the parking lot, groaning as she has to turn her head to see behind her.

Sam didn't really mind carrying the bags when Dana had a good reason to not be able to. She'd done well make it to the motel room without doubling over, he figured.

As soon as the bags were down, he went to stretch out on the closest bed, letting out a soft groan. It was hard and kind of lumpy, but he didn't have any complaints as long as he could lay down awhile.

Yeah. That was...good. But bed would be better to settle in right now. Because they had been on the road for a damn long time and the aches had settled in, even with pain medication.

Watching Sam move to one of the two beds in the room, Dana suddenly felt very small. Because in the brief moment she looked at him, she felt a wave of every emotion that had been bothering her since that night back at their apartment. It was unpleasant, she felt like a child. She wanted comfort. She wanted to crawl up beside him and hold on to him like Jo had held on to Sockie. The thought that Sam was her Sockie almost made her want to smile, but a frown seemed to always be etched to her lips.

Blinking, she closed the door and made her way to the free bed, laying out across it to try to ease the pains in her body. Maybe her mind too.

Jo heads for town, hoping beyond hope that she can get a decent hair cut, maybe a lottery ticket, a six pack, and food. She knows they said not to drink right now, but damnit, she's been driving for too long, and booze is the only thing that really stops the pain right now.

The shopping center is small, with a Great Clips. Good enough, she supposes, as she parks the truck and heaves a sigh.

When things got tough, Sam was usually more likely to push himself to the point of exhaustion. Sleeping usually meant all the crap that he had lingering around in his head caught up with him in his dreams. Even if he could probably doze off right here, he pushed the drowsiness aside and looked over at Dana.

They hadn't really talked... and for once, Sam hadn't pushed it either. They'd all had too much occupying their minds these past few days, so it hadn't been top of his list. But now? The silence was a little more bothersome.

"... I tried to call Dad, you know," he started slowly. "He didn't answer."

He'd called three times, actually, to every number he could think of and even rung up some of dad's old contacts. No one had seen the man... "Do you think he's okay?"

Angry as he could get at the man, he didn't want the words they'd exchanged the night before he headed to Stanford to be their last.

When Sam broke the silence, Dana glanced over, brows furrowed the slightest.

"Yeah...I know. Tried callin' him too." Sighing, she reached up, shoving her hand back through her hair.

She'd done the same thing as Sam, though....she wasn't as worried. Or at least she was trying to convince herself she wasn't.

So she nodded, trying to smooth her look out. "I'm sure he's fine. It's Dad...he's probably just...laying low. Something big must be happening..." And the thought of that wasn't good either.

Of course, there's a line. She adds her name to the list, and sulks as she grabs one of the hair cut books and tries to decide what to do with her mangled hair. It's so damned depressing, that on top of being nearly killed, her fucking hair's a disaster.

Life sucks.

"Yeah..." He didn't think he liked the idea of 'big' either, especially since it seemed to involve him. He tipped his head back, eyes back on the ceiling.

"Why do you think they came after me, Dana? And don't say just bad luck... of all the people they could have gone after, they chose me. They said they wanted me to be angry, to fight."

Exhaling, Dana wished she had the faintest clue, but... "I don't know Sam. I really don't. It all...makes no sense to me." And Dana wished she could just, have some sort of idea. But she was in the dark here. They both were. It was never good to go into a fight blind.

"I suppose...if anyone could have some sort of clue or idea why, it would be you. But you don't, so..." So they had nothing. Just what they heard from Jo and the demons.

Jo has decided, while waiting, that being normal is vastly over-rated, and apparently you have to be really, really stupid and obnoxious, and have even more ridiculously stupid and obnoxious children. And if that kid tries to touch her with his snotty hands, she may scream.

Finally, gratefully, it's her turn to get her hair cut.

"What if there's something... off about me, Dana?" It was a possibility he was trying hard to ignore. That wasn't something he wanted to deal with, for it to be true.

"Some hunters apparently think so." He didn't want to be the monster they hunted down though. Sam let out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Guess all we can do is try to track down answers down..."

"Yeah, well some hunters are impressionable and gullible." She grumbles. "There's nothin' wrong with you Sammy." She knew there was nothing wrong with him. He was Sam. He was definitely no one to hunt down. Even raised as a hunter, raised like they were, he was always more compassionate, kind, better than the rest. It's what made him Sam.

He was better than her at least.

"Yeah..." She sighed. Tracking down answers meant more trouble though, she was sure.

It takes some arguing with the stylist, and a lot of whimpers as more hair comes off than she'd hoped. God...she's going to be half bald by the time this bitch finishes with her.

She needs a drink.

Or twenty.

He quieted down again. Dana was stubborn anyway, it wouldn't do any good to sit and argue with her over this... especially when he wanted to believe her.

There was so much crap between them right now and yeah, it was the least of their worries when they had demons on their asses, it was hard to not think about. What he wanted to do was go and get in Dana's bed because he always rested better with her close by and God, he'd give anything for some proper sleep right now...

But then there was the fact that she'd- gone and slept with someone else, hadn't told him. He'd just trusted her... Didn't know why she'd done it, if it was because he wasn't... enough in some way or she just really couldn't commit to these kinds of relationships.

And he couldn't even be pissed off at Jo over it, not when she was hurt. The jealousy he'd noted here and there was enough to make him feel like an ass for doing too much with Dana when she was close enough to see it anyway, even if none of this was his fault.

And none of this stopped him from looking over at Dana, a little longingly. Without the relationship stuff making this complicated, Dana was his big sister... the one who'd stuck by him and hell, practically raised him more often than not. Dana was the closest thing to home and comfort he had right now and he couldn't even say it. "You should get some rest. Bet you're tired... I'll wake you up when Jo gets back with the food."

Winchesters. They never were any good at talking things out, ever. Any issues always resulted in angry yelling or ignoring each other. Maybe if they weren't so stubborn or hard headed, they could actually stop being dumb asses and talk out their problems and try to fix things like that.

But that seemed unlikely to happen. Sam didn't want to talk about it, so Dana wouldn't talk about it. Wouldn't have the chance to try to explain what happened, though not really defend herself...she knew what she did. But there was the guilt and the fear and maybe if he knew...if he knew how she really fucking felt, things could-- She was just fooling herself though. What she did was horrible and probably unforgivable so she couldn't really blame him.

It was sad, that she missed him and he was in the room with her.

Missing his look because her eyes had slipped closed, Dana sighed quietly and nodded very slightly. There were a lot of things neither of them ever said aloud. "Right..." She'd try to rest at least, it was hard though. Sam and her had been sharing a bed for a good few months now, the sudden separation was jolting for her.

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