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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 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.

Jo retrieves the DVD out of the DVD player, hooking it on her finger and grabs a bottle of water out of one of the bags.

"Ready then?" she asks, shifting her weight as she slowly moves to the door.

"Yeah." He grabbed his food and went to get the door for them both. He paused, arching a brow when he caught sight of the pillow on the floor.

"Dude, what did the TV ever do to you?"

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.

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