Five days. It had been five days and no word. But, as Dean had said before, telephone service wasn't the most reliable in the jungles of South America and Jim certainly knew his way around the place.

Still, she was itchy enough to just need to do something. So she'd been aggressively weeding and cleaning out the flower beds at both houses all ( Read more... )

All things considered, Lana wasn't sure she could feel much more miserable. Having to spend the night in a small motel room with two men who hated each other and didn't seem all that fond of her at the moment certainly wasn't making anything easier ( Read more... )

She'd left the rental car well back on the road and tucked off to the side where it wouldn't be too easy to run across - unless someone was looking for it specifically - and walked the rest of the way to the mansion. There was a place on the grounds that she knew very well: not covered by the ubiquitous cameras - at least not after a little ( Read more... )

Lana had heard on the news that the kids would be returning to their own worlds soon. She'd carefully and securely pinned the letter about how to reach the Winchesters onto Lara's clothing and had hopefully enclosed enough information to convince that Lana of what had happened ( Read more... )

Lana woke up with a start, feeling like she was being watched. That had gotten to be a pretty common feeling for her, but she'd never felt it while curled up in bed with Jim. And now Maggie, she remembered, her heart feeling incredibly full ( Read more... )

Lana was curled up in bed, snuggled tight against Jim, and still mostly asleep. She loved that feeling, warm and safe and loved.

Lana was sitting quietly by the huge windows in the hot tub room, lights out, just watching the stars. She had a glass of wine in her hand and was lost in her own thoughts.

[For one]

Lana was feeling better and was definitely better rested after her emotional breakdown on Tuesday. She'd spent most of the day gardening while Jim was off doing paperwork and now was soaking happily in the hot tub to ease her tired muscles.

Lana was stretched out on one of the lawn chairs, soaking up what sun she could before the rain started. She might just be dozing off a little, feeling very relaxed and safe where she was.

She didn't know how many times they'd reached for each other in the night, each needing to know the other was still there - that it wasn't all some dream that would have disappeared by morning. They'd made love again, but mostly they'd just held on, wanting the warmth and closeness and physical reassurance ( Read more... )