It had been a long day and all I want is to relax. I pull into the motel parking lot to park the car.
A few droplets of rain start to fall. I grab my bag and walk over to the room, key jingling in my hand. I get inside right before the storm hits.
The wind starts to pick up and I can hear the distant rumble of thunder. I drop the bag on the bed, and proceed to rummage through it. I get everything I need for the long hot shower I plan on taking. Clothes, phone and toiletries in hand, I step into the minute bathroom. I start the music app, disrobe and turn on the water.
I can hear the storm ramping up so I max out the volume on the phone. Music echoes through the bathroom and I step into the steamy stream of water with a blissful sigh. Soon I have finished washing and are putting conditioner in my hair. I have an eclectic taste in music and while waiting until enough time had passed to rinse out my hair, I begin singing in the shower. I can really carry a tune and the acoustics in the bath only amplify it. I am belting out each song with a lot of feeling, relishing in this rare 'Me Time'.
Between that and the thunderstorm, I do not hear the sound of someone entering my motel room. The next track has started, so now I am singing to 'Holding out for a Hero' by Bonnie Tyler.
"Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?"
A demon is rifling through my things, looking for something. Crowley sent him here to find out if I had a certain celestial artifact, but to do so undetected. When he doesn't immediately find the item, he smiles sardonically. Screw Crowley's orders, a little torture and I would spill everything. Now he'll get to have some fun.
"Where's the street-wise Hercules To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need.."
The demon crept towards the bathroom door. Anticipating my terrified reaction was flooding his meat suit with endorphins. As he reached for the doorknob with an evil grin on his face, the motel room door bursts open. A dark figure is silhouetted in the threshold with a flash of lightning adding to the drama.
"I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night"
A fight ensues between the combatants. Fists are flying and the demon get thrown into the bedside lamp, breaking it. Now the lightning strikes are the only illumination in the room.
"He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight"
I am in my own little world, not realizing all the drama happening a few feet away. I keep singing unaware that I am providing the perfect soundtrack to this scene.
"I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life"
The mysterious stranger overpowers the demon who then beats a hasty retreat. My savior starts to give chase but then decides to stay put. After all someone else could be waiting to attack me.
"Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me"
They are drawn over to the door listening to me sing. Marveling over how wonderfully it sounds, they realized they didn't know about my hidden talent.
"Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet"
They smile, wondering if saving me from a demon attack would count. Shaking their head slightly, thinking with a self deprecating laugh, that knowing me.. probably not.
"I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life"
They try to knock but between the storm and the music I don't hear it.
"Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea"
The sky flashes with another bolt. They enter the bathroom, intending on announcing their presence but are distracted seeing the shower curtain has been made slightly transparent. I am rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, unaware my body's outline is on display.
"I would swear that there's someone, somewhere..
Watching me"
They know they should announce their presence and then leave but their eyes are glued to my form. Their pupils dilate as arousal floods their system.
"Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood"
Trying to speak, to break this spell I have unknowingly put on them, but no sound leaves their mouth. They approach instead, a hand unconsciously reaching for me.
"I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood"
They grab the curtain, ripping it back. My scream is drown out by another crash of thunder. I start to attack, instinctively going for every sensitive area. But they just block my hits until I realize who it is.
"Argh! You scared the crap out of me!"
I grab a towel to wrap around myself while smacking them a few more times for good measure.