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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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Dana looks up as both Jo and Sam walk in moments after her little tv/pillow battle. Trying to look innocent, she shrugs, gesturing with the remote. "Nothin' good is on." Pausing, she arches a brow. "What happened to your guys movie date?"

Jo moves into the room, and grabs the pillow off the floor with a groan, tossing it back in the direction of the bed, as she puts the DVD in the DVD player. "Decided we'd make it a big party and invite the surly, pillow-throwin' guest too."

"It'll be a lot more fun if you keep your pillow actually on the bed this time though, even if you don't like the movie." He settled in, giving her a brief, slight smile.

"You got your pie too, you know."

"I ain't surly." She grumbled, catching the pillow as it was tossed back at her.

Dana bit the inside of her cheek, eyes still watching the two of them as they moved about the room. She had been fully prepared for a night by herself on this bed. Now she was just thrown off.

When Sam smiled at her it made that old familiar feeling ripple through her and she blinked it away, instead focusing on his words. "There's pie?"

Jo lets the pillow hit her, and ignores it. If she wants to be like that, that's fine.

She just doesn't know where she should sit. She shifts her weight. "I'll cut some pie," she says, moving to it, and starting to cut it.

"You're totally not proving your case, Dana." He gave her a curious look. "Hey, did you even eat your food?"

Dana and not eating... now that was usually a sign of trouble. She always had a healthy appetite, especially when it came to food she enjoyed.

Her gaze flickered to the crumpled up, still full, fast food bag on the nightstand beside her. "Didn't get to it." She shrugged again at the look he gave her. What? She didn't need to eat all the time.

Jo looks between them, and sighs. "Next time I'll bring ya less, then."

She didn't need to, but an appetite wasn't something she was ever lacking. He gave her another passing look before he started to pick at his own burger. Well, they really did all need to eat and keep their strength up, regardless of how they felt.

Yeah, okay, Dana had a damn healthy appetite. But...even the pie sounded unappealing and that made her frown the slightest. She fuckin' loved pie. The thought that she didn't want to eat even that even made her worry about herself.

Looking at Jo where she was slicing a piece for her, Dana managed a small smile. "Nah, that's fine. But thanks for all this really." She did appreciate the gesture.

They were all just big angsty balls of emotions weren't they? Lovely that they were all in a room together, really.

"You know, we needta get over this shit right now. We're openin' ourselves up as prime real estate for the Hell bitches that are after us with all this," she comments as she jams the knife blade first into the pie, letting it stand there, before moving to a chair and sitting down.

The chair itself may be the most uncomfortable chair ever put together, but goddamnit, the other options are beds. And she's not in the mood for that. Hell, now she's out of the mood to even watch the movie. And she's pissed at Dana, now, and the more she thinks about the day in Sam's apartment the more pissed she even gets at him. He could have gotten them both killed, choking as hard as he did. Hell, Dana'd be dead if it weren't for her.

She crosses her arms. As soon as they air out there Jerry Fucking Springer-worthy bullshit, she's getting out.

Edited 2012-04-04 19:23 (UTC)

Okay, that really got him concerned. Dana didn't turn down pie... he'd been half-convinced that she could be bleeding out, but she'd still attack a pie if it was in front of her.

He was getting a little tired of the pent up feelings in the air as well, honestly. It wasn't going to help them and they had bigger things to focus on if they really had demons after their asses. Or his ass, whatever.

"Jo's right," he finally murmured, looking over. "This isn't going to work, not like this."

Growling, Dana pushes herself to sit up better, ignoring the protest in her body at the motion. "Alright. Fine. What the hell do you want us to do then? Have a little therapy circle, talk about our feelings? Will that accomplish somethin'?" She highly doubted it. So why the hell talk about it in the first place? She was fine with ignoring it actually.

"I think it will," she says, crossing her arms. "And it may, at least, give ya back what you want." She leaves off the 'stupid brat', that she wants to call her. Her behavior is bratty. It's the easiest way to explain it.

Her knee draws up as she sighs, wrapping her arms around her leg. "And airin' this out...gettin' over it...will help keep us safe."

"Well, shutting up about it isn't helping, is it, Dana?" Sam leaned forward a little, eyes narrowing a little. Though it wasn't exactly the only thing he was irritated at here.

It was easy to figure out what Dana might 'want back' and he let out a huff. Not that he didn't want it back... maybe he did. Maybe he did a lot, but there was so much more important crap to worry about than that.

"Gimme back what I want?" Dana represses the urge to roll her eyes. Why is everything here her fault? Right, because it is. "Look. Whatever is goin' on here between the three of us or whatever the fuck, it's really not that important right now. So let's not try to sit here and 'fix it'. It's not like this is something fixable with one conversation anyways Jo. Because I know how this is going to go. Sam is just going to want to not deal with this because he's got more important things to worry about. And you're going to be self loathing and insist you need to leave me and Sam alone because you don't belong here. The end. There I just saved us a painful conversation, now how 'bout that movie huh?" Finishing her rant, she sat back against her pillows once more, crossing her arms and looking away from the both of them back to the television.

"Self-loathin'. Nah, not right now. Right now? I think I'm tired of your shit, actually. I've bent over backwards ta help ya, and yer behavin' like a bratty kid. And it's fuckin' stupid. I saved yer ass; both of ya. Had I not driven out here, you'd be dead," she says, and slides her eyes to Sam. "Because Sam, ya choked. Ya choked fuckin' hard, buddy...and nearly got us both killed."

She takes a breath, fiddling with the short ends of her hair. God, she misses her long hair.

"And pushin' this stuff off because no body thinks it's that important ain't helpin' none because it's just buildin' up more. Ya dragged me across the country ta basically prove that were I not your only goddamned friend ya never wouldda called me back. And ya know what? Fine. Goddamnit, if this is how you're gonna behave...well, I'm not in love with a fuckin' twelve year old selfish brat.

But you two work as a fuckin' team and always have. And if that means you two gotta sleep tagether now, or hold hands and pretend you can have a fuckin' white picket fence life with no one knowin'...fine. Just get over the shit, stop pretendin' like it doesn't matter...and fuckin' fix it. You two, with this shit, are gonna get us killed. And I am not dyin' for either of you."

Edited 2012-04-05 08:25 (UTC)

He put his own food aside, not remotely hungry though he kind of wished he had booze now. He might grab one after all this, but right now, his temper is boiling and he's never had good control over it anyway. "You know, I know I messed up back there... I did. I tried to make a deal and it backfired because they wanted to kill you two no matter what I did."

He should have kept on with the exorcism. "And it's not an excuse, but I wasn't exactly at the top of my game that night, you know? Within five minutes, Jo, I'd learned my sister fucked you, you apparently have feelings for her... and let's not forget that hunters and demons are both after me because I might be some kind of freak."

He'd tried to brush it off, tried to tell her it was no big deal, but honestly? It had stung. A friend he'd trusted, along with his own sister, breaking news like that... his whole life had been turned upside down in the blink of an eye and yeah, he hadn't dealt well. He wished he had though, because they didn't deserve to get nearly killed because of him.

"And as for Dana and I have... I'm not doing any pretending. I know it's not normal and I know it's never goingto be. But she's my sister and I'd die for her in a heart beat, no matter how pissed I am at her or if we're fucking or not."

His eyes turned to Dana, narrowing. "And what do you want from me, huh? I'm still here... and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't just forget what happened, alright? But it fucking hurt, Dana. I trusted you and... whether it was a pity fuck or whatever you two want to call it- which is still a shitty thing to do to Jo- you still fucked someone else. And why? What, did I do something? Did you just get bored?"

Jesus fucking Christ. They were actually going to do this. Dana didn't have the energy or patience for any of this bullshit right now. And her pain meds were definitely wearing off so she was this side of irritable at the moment.

"No one's askin' you to die for anyone." Dana clipped at Jo, not going to even bother with the other things she went on about. She had heard it all before from her and no matter what Dana said or thought...it just didn't matter.

When Sam settled his gaze on her, she shifted the slightest, crossing her arms. "Don't. Don't be sorry. I never asked that of you. Didn't ask for your forgiveness or whatever either. Didn't ask for anything from you." His questions hit her hard and she paused, not really-- not really knowing how to respond. "I-- Sam. You didn't do anything. I'm just a fuckin' idiot, always have been, you know that. Always manage to screw up anything really good in my life..." She looked back away from him, unable to take that gaze anymore. "I don't know. I don't know why I did what I did. Mostly because I was a bit drunk. Maybe because I was a bit curious about being with a woman. Never had been. And...well, if I was going to try somethin' like that...why not Jo?" She mumbled all this, the explanation really all she had. She had used Jo out of curiosity. Shitty of her, she knew, but still.

The tension in her shoulders clamps on her muscles so tightly she shakes, angry, tired, hurt...all these things. And she felt like going out, looking for a fight. Again she's sitting there, as the living black mark on Sam and Dana's...weird relationship.

Well, not anymore. She stands, keys jangling together in her pocket, sniffling back the start of a nose bleed, and walks out the door. She's got no more to say to either one of them. And no use for either of them right now either. She could agree with Sam that what Dana did was shitty all the way around. Dana knew what she had with Sam...and she used Jo, and how Jo feels about her for a night Jo desperately wishes being bashed in the head would have made her forget.

Jo starts up the truck, and pulls out of the parking lot, looking for a fight.

"Jo..."

Dammit. He let out a huff when he heard her truck pulling away and rubbed a hand over his face, tired. He was just... tired of all this crap and none of it seemed to be getting any easier. So much for sticking together.

"I should go after her, probably."

Exhaling, Dana pushed up from the bed, body starting to ache again. "Yeah...probably. Though doubtful she wants you to or would come back here willingly." She mumbled, moving to her bag to rummage for her medicine. This was all fucked. They were all fucked. There was no way around it.

Jo hits the road, sighing, and wonders if they've got some sort of bar, or something that she could spend some time at and try to clear her head. She first looks for a shithole, and parks her truck in front of it, before walking down to a nicer place, just to make it a bit more difficult to find her, if either of them did decide to come looking. She walks past an alley...and sees her first problem.

Trouble.

A fight's exactly what the doctor didn't order, but she needs it more than a little. There's a woman, pressed up against a wall with a man behind her, the glint of a knife evident to someone looking for it. Jo draws her gun, slowly. "Let her go," Jo says, safety thumbed off and gun raised. "Or I blow your fuckin' brains out. Trust me, ya don't wanna test me today."

The man straightens and turns to face her. "You don't know what you're getting in the middle of, little girl."

"Looks ta me like you're about ta start hurtin' somebody. And you really should just go back to your shitty little trailer and open a beer," Jo answers, stance firm, and obvious that she knows exactly what she's doing.

He actually looks almost surprised; perhaps it's just the fact that Jo looks dead set on killing him. Even as her nose starts to bleed, running in a steady stream down her face. He starts to run.

When he's gone, Jo hurries over to the woman whom has slumped against the wall, looking scared. "It's alright now. He ain't gonna hurt you," she says, soothingly.

The small red-head didn't look any older than she, especially with her large, terrified green eyes. "You're hurt..." the woman says, before reaching in her pocket, hands shaking and pulls out an amulet. "This'll help..."

Jo blinks at her. Fuck. Now what has she gotten herself into? She takes the amulet into her palm, and felt the blessed fucking relief of not feeling her skull crushed in, and the stream of blood dries up. She can see straight...god, yes.

Jo slips it over her neck, and pulls herself out of the crouch, and offers her a hand. "I'm Jo," she says softly. "Thanks."

"Diana. Thank you for saving my life..." the woman says, grasping her hand and pulling herself up to her feet. "If you leave that on overnight, whatever hurts you should be healed."

Jo almost prays she means her heart will be healed too.

"I know..." He was probably looking at another fight with her or something, trying to convince her to come back, but... she was hurt and vulnerable out there alone.

He rubbed a hand over his face and sat up, watching Dana get up for her pain medicine. He didn't want to talk about this crap, but Jo was right... they needed to and it was easier to say this stuff when she wasn't here to hear, to be bothered by it.

"You know, Dana, the fucked up thing is... I still want you. Even if what you did hurt like hell. And more than that, I need you on this. You're still my sister and to be honest, I'm scared." he ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Whether there's something weird about me or not, those demons thought so. They were going to kill you and Jo just to get me pissed off enough to... God, I don't know. And Dad's not answering either of our calls. I'm worried about him."

"Just...I know, we shouldn't be separated or whatever right now, but maybe we should...give her a little bit of time before we go lookin' for her." Dana sighs, tossing back the pills in one gulp before sitting once more on the edge of the bed heavily.

"Sam..." She's exhausted. Mentally, physically. She's not sure how much more of this she can keep taking. She's sorta wishing she had gotten up to leave like Jo. Yeah...fucked up of him to still want her. Really. Hearing him say it thought didn't help any. "Look, we're sticking together, no matter...any of this shit. You know you have me even if you don't, ah, don't want me in the other way anymore."

Exhaling, she closes her eyes, rubbing at her temple. "Dad is...Dad. Like I've said, he's probably fine." She was hoping so at least. But best to try and ease the worry at least a little for Sam on that front.

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