The door swung open before Dean even had a chance to knock.
"Castiel." The petitie dark-haired woman smiled, glancing between the three men. "Winchesters."
"Wait, how does she know who we are?"
"She's the oracle."
"I hate that ridiculous name." The woman huffed, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm... a complicated accident."
"You are the last of your kind left on earth Layna."
She hummed and stepped back,gesturing for them to get inside. The men obliged, wanting to get out of the cold night air
"So, an Angel, a man from hell and the boy with demon blood... what's the punch..line?" the woman stumbled a little and leant against a wall.
"Are you... drunk?" Sam asked, eyeing her warily.
She stared up at him and frowned. "I've been seeing every possible atrocity the apocalypse could bring upon us over and over since it started. Watching friends I have known since the beginning of time die in countless awful ways. Yes, of course I am goddamn drunk."
"Uh maybe we should come back..."
"Stay." The tone of her voice all but confirmed there weren't going to be any arguments. "Tomorrow we can talk. It's late and I'm too fried for this, you might as well stay the night. I have two rooms you can take. Besides you all look like crap."
"Yeah thanks."
Layna raised piercing grey eyes to Dean and quirked her lips in an oddly almost-familiar smirk. "Stay, behave and there might even be pie." She deadpanned.
Dean perked up and slung his duffle over his shoulder. "Where are the rooms?"
"It really is like magic, I hope Michael doesn't know." She pointed towards the stairs, "two open doors on the top left, you can't miss them."
The older Winchester just grunted, nodded and left. Sam hung back, smiling apologetically at her.
"He means thank you. Sorry, it's just not often we get the chance to get away from crappy motel room beds."
"S'fine. Like I said, you all look like hell. Besides, they're really good beds."
He nodded, heading upstairs and to what promised to be the best nights sleep he'd had in months. Downstairs Castiel and Layna were left to talk.
"I take it the apocalypse prevention plan isn't going to well?" She asked, rubbing her temples. "There's no other reason you'd be here, you know I don't like getting involved in these things. The big stuff is dangerous to mess with you know..."
Castiel's head drooped. "We are running out of ideas yes."
She reached out and gently patted his knee. "I said it was dangerous, I didn't say I wouldn't."
