Sam lifts the huntress up to her feet walking her over to the older brother mentally praying that this idea won't go to shit. The brothers eyes meet and Dean gets out the car walk over towards the two.
"I need you to do a favor and take her home, I'm gonna go back to the hotel and do some research."
The older brother was about to object but immediately was sent a scowl from the younger brother.
Jordan doesn't say a word, just looks at the ground mentally noting there silent conversation. The older brother sighs in defeat and offers his hand to the teenager. Jordan looks up into Deans emerald eyes and let's out a shaky breathe, grabbing her hand he wraps his arms under her waist to support her weak knees. Dean couldn't bring himself to feel comfortable holding her so he doesn't waste time putting her in the corvette.
"Thanks."
Dean nods still not making eye contact and closes the passenger door walking back over to his brother. "Sam I don't think-" the younger brother shakes his head at his brother already knowing the comment he's gonna make.
"Dean, stop it okay? She's sorry, it's over. Don't you see the girls issues are clearly bigger than dancing on you? You heard her didn't you? she did what she had to do! Stop feeling guilty and move on."
Sam didn't bother to wait for a response as he walks
off completely irritated with everything. Dean stood there shocked again, he didn't know if he wanted to whoop his bothers ass for talking to him like that or simply put his pride aside and start over with the teenager. Dean makes eye contact with the huntress and couldn't help but not look away. Jordan felt her face heat up feeling flustered, he didn't look angry but he didn't look happy. It was simply a concentrated stare. He walks over to her side signaling to for her to role down the window, she complied.
"Keys?"
She grabs the keys from the cup holder and hands them to the hunter. Walking over to the drivers seat he gets in adjusting his seat to his liking while feeling the leather wheel and smirks, the huntress notices.
"Damn, she's a beauty."
"With a car like yours? I'm surprised you noticed."
Dean chuckles just enough for the huntress to hear and she couldn't help but smile, a little too hard in fact.
"Look, so I know we got off on the wrong foot and maybe I was being an asshole but it came from a caring place, I guess." Jordan and the older man lock eyes again, there was humble peace between them that caused Jordan's cheeks to heat up more than earlier, it was so hard to look at him for a long time.
"Yeah well, you had every right to be mad," she mumbles fiddling with her hands. The huntresses takes a minute to evaluate with the silence.
"How about we start over?"
Dean looks over at anything else but those brown orbs and grins beginning to start the car.
"We'll see."
The huntress doesn't respond but grins at the progress between the two. Jordan knew she needed help with this case but she was so used to doing things on her own that 'help' was completely foreign to her. Dean was just glad that the tension or odd feeling in his stomach started to diminished.
"Alright so tell me where I'm head'n."
"Keep going straight, take a left can't miss a big yellow house."
"Yellow?"
"Don't judge."
