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It took a few days to convince the hospital to release Dana... and Sam was half-convinced they just did it because she was being a pain in the ass. He couldn't blame them since she never took to being sick or injured well. They hit the road almost immediately after getting the prescriptions filled for some pain meds. He hated that Dana would basically have to suffer through the car drive until they were far enough away and safe to stop for awhile.

They pushed on and made it to some small little town though, far away from Palo Alto, Stanford, and hopefully any demons trailing them. Man, he did not miss the nasty, likely roach infested motels they used to stay in and like the one he was pulling into park at now.

Now they had to decide just... what they'd do for sleeping arrangements, he supposed. Jo had been pretty adament about not sharing a room, but it was safer if they did.

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"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.

Finally her hair is done, and has been cut in a cute way, even if it is really short. She runs her fingers through her short locks as she pays the stylist and walks out, wishing that there was something to look forward to. A movie. She has her laptop...she can watch a movie. That's good...yeah, she'll start there.

She ducks into the grocery store, being two doors down from Great Clips. Time to stock up on supplies. Maybe some ice cream. Yeah. Lots of ice cream.

Sam watched Dana for a few moments before he shifted to his side, back facing her. He let his eyes drift shut and just tried for a bit of sleep. He wasn't really expecting any, but at least it gave him something else to focus on.

Sleep did come for her, she couldn't really help it with all the medication she was on, but it wasn't a pleasant or comfortable rest. It was the opposite rather. She couldn't tell if it was because of the pain in her chest or because Sam wasn't by her side or because her mind just simply couldn't rest with everything happening. But she shifted in bed restlessly and made quiet little noises.

Jo's shopping cart ends up a lot more full of snacks and stuff that will just add more weight to her ass than anything else. She's almost done, in the bakery picking up a dozen donuts, as she spots pie. She shifts her weight, and bites her lip. In the end she puts a pie in her cart, and moves to check out, picking up The Notebook out of a five dollar bin, and rests her head on her hand.

Those little noises make it even harderto drift off. The more she shifts around, the more noises she makes, the more restless he gets. Maybe he shouldn't do it, but whatever... He gets up anyway and gingerly settles on the other side of the bed, laying beside her. Making sure she doesn't startle awake or anything, he reached out to take her hand. Maybe that'd relax her.

Dana can't exactly sleep on her side, considering, so she doesn't curl into him like her body wants to when she feels the familiar dip of the bed at his weight. The restless shifting ceases though when his hand slips into her own and her fingers link with his own easily as she lets out a sigh of breath. Something as simple as him holding her hand calms her down.

Jo loads the groceries into the pickup, and climbs in, still moving slowly, before heading to Steak 'N Shake to pick up food for Dana and Sam. She mulls over getting food for herself...and then orders more food than she'd be able to eat for herself. Fuck it. Fuck her figure, and the shape she's maintained for years. Fuck it all.

Likewise, being close does calm his nerves as well and while he can't curl into her like he's used to, he does scoot closer. He rests his forehead against the side of her shoulder lightly and lets his eyes drift shut.

He'd be able to hear Jo pulling up, he figured.

Sleeping now more peacefully than before, the almost whimpering noises stop and she scoots into his side some more as well, head lolling down to lay atop of his.

Awake they may not talk anymore or be near, but like this...this was what she needed.

Jo pulls up and parks the truck a little ways down the way from the room, grabbing up the bags in her arms and gets out of the truck, walking to her room. God, how depressing. She's stuck by herself, like she's been since they started driving. It's lonely.

Since the two rooms were joined, it was pretty easy to hear Jo going into her own room, enough that it jolted Sam awake from the nap he'd drifted off into. "Huh..."

He blinked blearily. "Dana, hey... think Jo's here."

Dana grumbled slightly at the sound of Sam's voice, fingers tightening a moment where their hands were still linked, but she didn't wake, her sleep far too deep at this point. She had never slept so heavily in her life, but she was going to assume it was the meds.

Jo settles everything in her room; it takes her a couple very slow trips, and she does manage to vomit on the sidewalk at least once as she carries everything in.

Maybe not allowing the doctors to see what's wrong with her head was a bad idea...

Finally, mostly because she doesn't want to return with their food cold, she hesitantly moves to open the unlocked door between the rooms, and takes a step through, looking over at them, on the bed.

"I got Steak 'N Shake. And pie," she says, voice flat, as she sets the food and plastic silverware down, and turns to leave again.

Sam sat up then, slowly starting to get to his feet. "Hey, wait a minute. You're not going to eat?"

He moved to grab out Dana's food and put it over in the little microwave they included in the room. "Don't think she's in the mood to wake up yet."

Nope. Dana really wasn't.

Though...the smell of food would get to her eventually.

Their talking had her shifting over in bed, curling the covers up around her tighter as the pain from moving showed on her face and she settled once more.

Jo glances to the bed, before gesturing that he should come to her room if he wants to talk, so they won't disturb Dana. Because the last thing they need is Dana bitching about something.

She moves back to her room, and sits on her bed, cross legged, and watches him. "I just gotta little sick, so, I don't really wanna...push my luck right now," she answers softly.

He follows her when she motions, giving a brief, concerned look. "Still?"

It's been a few days since... he thought the nausea would have passed by now. "Anything else?"

Bitching? Her? Please.

She was just grateful for the small amount of time she had actually been somewhat comfortable sleeping. Though, with Sam out of the bed now, the uncomfortableness was settling back in once more.

Right. Yes, she never does that.

Jo sighs softly, and rests her cheek against her knee. "Yeah, still," she says, not mentioning she's more than half done with the medicine that should be lasting a lot longer. "The headaches haven't quit yet."

And she doesn't dare mention the nose bleed she got while driving last night.

Of course Dana never bitches. Absolutely never.

"Hey..." He moved to sit next to her on the bed, slowly, one hand reaching out to place on her shoulder, hoping it was a little bit comforting. "It's been a hard trip... but we're somewhere safe for now to recuperate a little. So just try to focus on resting, alright?"

She probably really should still be in the hospital though, from the sounds of it.

The narration is cute guys, Dana greatly appreciates it. Truly.

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