Sam woke up in the crusty hotel room and rolled over to see a girl brushing her medium brownie-blonde hair as she walked out of the bathroom. The girl wore clothes similar to Dean's. She was in a dark blue over shirt with a simple green shirt on underneath. The girl also had boots and baggy jeans on that were identical to Dean's. Her foot steps were light even in her heavy boots. Sam, surprised, jolted up into a sitting position. His brown plate shirt was button up which covered him up nice toasty with his white shirt, he slept in from yesterday. "Hello?" Sam's shock disappeared as he reckoned that she must have been just one of Dean's one night stands. Sam rolled his eyes not seeing Dean anywhere.
"What's wrong with your voice…?" The girl turned, her light green eyes glowing, her brown-blonde hair falling to her shoulders. Her hair was spit in a few inches from the center, to the left but gentle fell out. The brownie-blonde hair flicked out a little at the ends. Shock crept onto her face as she saw Sam and she seemed suddenly distracted, trying to find something. No one but Sam was there.
Sam was confused but continued talking as he would usually cleaning up Dean's mess. This girl wasn't like the rest. She seemed to be sitting down comfortable; the rest would be pulling on their short and skipping out the door with either guilt or pride on their face. The girl sat down on Dean's bed, her face fell to serious and pissed, surprisingly a lot like Dean's. Sam stood up and saw that their newspapers clippings were still out. He quickly pulled them down. "What's your name?" Sam asked, flicking his chocolate brown hair out of his hazel eyes. His hair rested just under his head. It looked like a rat's nest this early in the morning. His tall height, people didn't really look at his hair because they could barely look at his eyes. The girl slipped her hand under Dean's pillow. Dean's bed was like Sam's. A horrible yellow colour with white thin sheets and pillow. Dean's, however, had something the girl was searching for.
The girl grabbed Sam's arm, bending it behind his back and turning him against the wall. The newspaper clippings fell onto the brown stained floor. The newspaper clipping were talking about some bright flashing lights then people dying from them. The girl turned Sam around to face her. Her face sharp and square compared to Sam's gentle face matching his hazel puppy dog eyes.
Surprise was for fronted on Sam's face, thinking that the girl was going to do more to him. The girl, in question, threw Sam onto the ground. "It's Deanna." Deanna finally answered Sam's question. Sam breathed painfully, as the air was thumped out of his lungs, hitting the ground. Deanna put both of her legs beside Sam's body, her body pressure stopping Sam from moving. She bend on of his arms to his back and his other laid helplessly in front of him. "You've got 5 seconds to answers all my questions or this…" Deanna pressed Dean's knife, which had been hidden under his pillow along with missing his gun, to the back of Sam's head.
"Where am I and who are you?" Deanna hissed into Sam's ear. The door clicked open to reveal Dean with a plastic bag in his hand, full of pies no doubt. Dean licked his lips then looked up to find Sam pinned down by a strange girl. His black shirt with his red over shirt made him stand out in the door way. Deanna had no idea who this random handsome man that was walking away.
"My bad. Sam hang up a sock on the door or something next time." Dean was about to close the door. "Dean!" Sam shouted as Deanna pressed her knife to Sam's head and pulled his hair. "Ouch, not the hair!" Sam shouted feeling a bit bald. The door flung open and Dean walked in, his sliver and white gun tightly in held his right hand, the bag placed gentle on the ground outside. "I'm just kidding. Get off my brother!" Dean thumbed back the hammer on the gun, a bullet loaded in the chamber.
Deanna's knife drew a fleck of blood from Sam's cheek. "Go ahead but until my questions have been answered I think, cheek bones, that you should put the gun away." Deanna growled. "I'm not moving." Dean barked back. "I'm not either." Deanna growled. Both of their green eyes were locked in a dominate contest. "I've got no choice." Sam added, showing he was still here. "Hush, Sammy. The adults with weapons are having a stare off. First to flinch loses." Dean grinned. "Kinky. Sammy, answer my questions. Where am I? Most importantly, where is my little sister, Samantha?" Deanna asked.
Sam saw in the corner of his eyes, in arm reach, one of Dean's candy wrappers. As usual Dean left his rubbish on the floor. "The answers those questions are simple." Sam said as slowly went for the candy wrapped while Deanna was distracted still staring at Dean. He threw the wrapper to the left. Deanna attention was caught by it and she turned to watch it.
Seconds later Deanna released that it was a desecration. Dean ran up to Deanna and she turned, stabbing Dean in the upper leg. Dean grunted and pistol whipped Deanna in the neck and the girl fell to the ground, unconscious. Sam jumped up to help Dean to the bed. The knife blocks some, but not all, of the blood it pushed out. Dean held onto his leg trying to make the pain of sitting down hurt even a little less. "Next time you bring a girl over, Sam. Make sure that she isn't a physio or a demon." Dean grunted as he ripped his pant leg to get a better look at the damage. "I didn't bring her here. She was here when I woke up. She didn't know where she was and had questions." Sam explained. He looked at the knocked out girl, still breathing. "Now we have a question." Dean said, holding around the wound on his leg.