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

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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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.

Of course she appreciates it. She always appreciates everything that's done with her with a grace previously unseen by the likes of them. She's practically a saint.

The heat of his hand on her shoulder, makes her look over at him. "Restin'...yeah. Got some ice cream and some shitty chick flick to watch...but...I don't really...," she sighs softly. "I ain't used ta...bein' close ta people and still...far. I'm useta either bein' on my own completely, or...'round the Roadhouse. This...I dunno howta....do this. And I know I can't leave ya two." Even if she thinks Dana'd feel less guilty if she did leave.

He does try his best to paint his sibling just as the glorious person she is.

"Planned to make a night of it, huh?" He draws his hand back to rest it on the mattress. "Look, I know things are complicated right now, in a lot of ways, but Jo, you're still our friend. You're still my friend and I really do... appreciate the help you've given."

He can't offer any advice to make her feel better, doesn't know where to start. He doesn't even know what to do with his own messes right now. "Look, uh, want to hang out awhile? We can stick your movie in or something."

Not that Sam was big on chick flicks, but he could keep an eye on her, maybe. See how well that head of hers was healing.

Since...being in the hospital Dana had been having a lot of interesting dreams. Or rather, dreams she didn't really enjoy.

Some of them had Jo in it. Those ones were always bad. Jo either hated her, Jo was angry at her, Jo cried. Jo left and Dana never saw her again.

Then there the ones with Sam. Those could either be good or very bad. Though the good ones always left a dull ache in her chest when she woke up and realized that nothing between them had been resolved.

There was one dream that liked to repeat though. It had both Jo and Sam. And she stood between them and watched as they each turned their back on her and walked away.

Dana's decided she fucking hates dreaming.

Jo's eyes swing over to him, as she sighs softly. "I'm tryin', Sam, but you don't know what it's like..." she murmurs. "I feel like shit, and I feel...like there's no hope."

She sighs and does something she used to do as a kid, and leans against him. "I think...that'd be nice...ta...do that." It's not like she's really into them either. She was just thinking about getting drunk, eating too much, crying and puking. Not necessarily in that order.

Sam wasn't planning on leaving Dana... maybe things weren't resolved, but he'd figure they'd work it out somehow when they were all feeling a little bit better. Or something. Right now, he was doing good just keeping it together and dealing with the fact they had demons after their asses.

"I'm sorry, Jo...I wish I could help." And he did... he honestly wished he had something to say, but right now, he just felt like he was stuck in the middle of this thing between her and Dana and he had no idea how to approach it.

But she was leaning against him, so he figured he must be doing something right. He eased his arm around her carefully and offered a weak smile. "Alright, great. Now, you might have to share some of that ice cream of yours..."

It's not long before Dana's eyes are snapping open and she's sort of...gasping for air. Looking around the room, to make sure really that no one has seen that, her brows furrow the slightest when she finds she's alone. It's eerie. Considering what she just woke up from.

But she just shakes that feeling and drops her head back against the pillow heavily, staring up at the ceiling for a moment.

"I'll get over it, I guess," she says, even if she knows that it's going to be harder than just willing it to be say. She's worshiped the grown Dana's walked on since she was young, and has loved the girl since she was old enough to figure out what that emotion was when it happened outside loving your parents.

She chuckles, and smiles up at him a little. "Surprised ya didn't opt for the booze first. Sure, I'll share. But eat your damn hot food first."

"Well, I figured the booze was a given." They all probably needed a drink after all this crap. He returned the smile reached up to, carefully, rest his hand atop her head. "Hair looks good, by the way."

Figured she'd probably appreciate the compliment after how upset she'd been over her hair in the first place.

He started to pull away though. "Right, right. Be right back." Just had to grab the bag with his food in it.

Dana tipped her head to the side slightly when she heard the door that joined the two rooms open. Pulling her gaze from that fascinating ceiling, she glanced at Sam, blinking. "...hey."

"One of these days, you're buyin'," she says with a chuckle. "But of course, ya can have some."

Jo looks over at him, and smiles a little more at the compliment. "Thanks. It's...different, but I'm glad ya like it."

She waits, before shifting to pop the DVD in the DVD player while she waits for him.

He paused when he heard Dana's voice. "Hey... you sleep okay?" And because he figured she'd be hungry, he headed to where he'd put her food and got it out for her.

"Jo got back with the food. We were just about to stick in a movie to watch."

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