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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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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."

"Uh, yeah...sure." No. She didn't really.

Shifting to sit up better, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to push to stand up. Doc's said she had to move occasionally to keep her muscles from deteriorating or somethin'. Couldn't just lay in bed all day.

Making a soft noise at the initial strain against her middle, she shook off the slight pain and made her way over to where Sam was pulling out food. God, she was starving. "Yeah? You two have fun with that."

Jo waits, hearing them speak, and sighing. Now this is going to get bad, and she's going to go back to feeling isolated and alone. Fantastic.

She sits quietly back on the bed, cross legged.

Sam didn't see why things had to get bad... and he wasn't going to let them, if he could help it. He put the container with Dana's food on the table, put his own off to the side for now. "Yeah, alright..."

He hesitated a moment, looking her over. He hated being unsure around her, overthinking every touch when... that's never been a problem. Even before the sex was added to the equation. They really did need to talk about this stuff. Eventually.

For now, he just... leaned forward to give her a quick kiss to her temple. Gestures and looks were always easier between them. "See you in a bit, alright? Try and take it easy, Dana."

It was just a matter of what defined "bad". Bad could be a lot of different things for them. Given they were three hunters on the run at the moment.

That pause of silence was making her...uncomfortable. And not in the 'my ribs are feeling all throby' kind of uncomfortable. Talking. Right. They did need to do that. Just..not now. Of course.

At the kiss, Dana didn't move, just watched him draw back and the press of his lips left her skin warm. "Hey, I'm a big girl Sam. I can take care of myself you know." She'd been doing it all her life. Huh, took care of herself, Sam, and even Dad most times. She'd never really wondered what it would be like to have someone want to take care of her.

Managing a small smile she scooped up her food and was heading back to sit on the bed, foreseeing a night of bad cable television and her finishing this burger in less than a minute.

Jo lies down, and sighs, turning on her side because lying back hurts too damned much. She decides as she lies there she really just needs to find someone that isn't in love with family members to hang out with.

He rolled his eyes at Dana's protest as he grabbed up his own food. "Alright... I'll be sure and remind you next time you need stitches somewhere you can't reach."

His tone was lighter, teasing though. Wasn't sure if the kiss had been welcomed or not, but she hadn't pulled away, so... he'd take that as an okay sign.

He headed back to see Jo lying on the bed and arched a brow. "Thought we were gonna watch a movie and have some drinks..."

She snorts at that, settling back as comfortably as she can on the crappy mattress. "You do that Sam."

She hoped that wouldn't be any time soon though. She could take a lot, but any more damage to her body and she may as well just be dead.

Sighing once she was left alone, Dana glanced at her food and realized, startlingly, that she wasn't really hungry anymore. Grumbling she shoved everything back in the bag, crumpled it and tossed it on the bedside table, opting for scooping up the remote instead.

Jo looks up at him and chews her lip. "Dana wasn't interested in watchin'?" she asks, looking up at him. "I dunno if...it's gonna be a good idea ta let her sit there and sulk by herself."

Not that she's particularly thrilled with the idea of the three of them sitting arm in arm. "And did ya show her I got...her a pie?"

"She didn't seem like it, I guess. I told her we'd be watching..." And she'd said 'have fun'. "She'll be okay for a little bit."

He didn't think it'd be better if he was sitting in there enjoying the awkward silence with her or in here watching a movie... and it wasn't like they were separated by much anyway.

He paused at the question. "Ah, forgot about that... Wanna, uh, go hang out with her for awhile or what?"

He was fine with it, if that's what Jo wanted. "We could bring the drinks..."

Boring. Boring. Stupid teenage girl drama. Some stupid show about demon hunting brothers...who watches this crap?

Sighing as she flips through the channels endlessly, she's tempted to order porn just for the hell of it. At least the story plots in those proved to be amusing most times. And it would also be amusing if Sam walked in. ...well, back before they were all...iffy with each other. Maybe it would just be awkward this time.

Jo shifts her weight. "I think it'd be best ta keep an eye on her," she murmurs, slowly standing, and groans. God, this headache thing has got to end soon. "You know she defaults ta the fake bein' okay with shit even when she's not."

That seems like a coping mechanism that seems to be going around.

"Yeah... well." She wasn't the only one, but Sam was slipping to his feet as well.

"You're right." As awkward as it was to be around Dana right now, confusing as it was... they should probably keep an eye on her. And he needed to keep an eye on Jo too.

Great. They felt the need to babysit her. Dana did not need to be babysat, alright?

...though she did just chuck a pillow at the television. She had suddenly found herself extremely frustrated and was throwing before she knew what she was doing. Not that it really did any damage, just bounced off the screen and flopped to the ground.

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