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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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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.

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.

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