Chapter Three:
Sounds and Sleep

Then:

"Relax yourself, Young," Zee interrupted while laying down slowly opening her eyes, "I waited for the wounds to stop bleeding before I placed my legs up"

"You better have, cause if you didn't I would have-"

"Killed me? Ha, I wanna see you try pretty boy," she said as she got upright and placed her shoes on. "Who's your friend?"

Now:

Sam had finally returned from the main lobby, holding two keys in his hands. Joining the crowd he handed one key to Z, "Hey sleepy head."

"What is this?"

"It's a room key."

"Look Young," she got up from the car, and pressed her pointer finger and Sam's chest, "I donno what's going on here, but if you think things are heating up, they're not. So thank you for your hospitality but, I'm not sharing a room with anybody." She finally placed her hand down, "No matter how muscular they are."

"I know." Sam said all innocent.

"Yeah, and I also know that your gonna need a separate room tonight, if I find any blood stains on the floor boards." Dean said while looking through the trunk for a blue light.

"Relax cheeseburger, I told you already...I DID NOT BLEED ON THE UPOLSTRY." Zee was beginning to get annoyed. She had already thought that spending over three hours with these hardheaded numbskulls was painful enough...there was one more extra. "So you didn't answer my question," she pointed to Cas, "who is he?"

"I am Castiel. I'm an ang-"

"Agent." Dean interrupted, "He is my acting agent."

"You have an agent?"

"Yes."

"Why don't I believe you."

"Don't." There was a slight stare down between Zee and Dean; it lasted for a while until Zee diverted her attention to Cas, as Dean went back into the car with the lighting neon blue light stick.

"So Castiel, right?" She took out her hand, waiting for a shake. It took him a couple of seconds, but Cas finally responded, grabbing his hand firmly, they shook, "Nice to meet you."

" It's a pleasure..."

"Zee,"

"Zee?" He questioned.

"Zee." Cas quickly let go of Zee's hand. He gave her an incompetent smile and then inattentively went to Dean, who at this time was in the car checking for blood spots.

"Don't worry, Cas is weird...we've gotten used to it." Sam mentioned

"Good thing I don't have to...I'll be in my room." Sam gave her a nod, and she walked off, away from the group to room 32.

"Is she gone?"

"Yes Cas she's gone," Sam said, "are you okay?"

"That's her"

"Her?"

"Yes her, the one that we originally came here for, the demon child."

"You can't really thing that she's the one...I mean look at her, she's harmless. And plus she's like what, 21?"

"Jessie looked the exact same way, innocent, pure, harmless. But you must realizes that he is only 10 years younger then her, you saw how much power he has," Sam gulped out of fear, "now add ten more years of training."

"Cas is right, on this one." Dean mumbled from the back seat.

"What?" The angel and the human said at the same time.

"No blood stains, not now and not ever. The car is cleaned, and I mean scary clean." Nothing, not even my back seat roman-"

"Okay, we get it Dean, its clean." Sam interrupted, "You think she knows?"

"It didn't seem like she did, but she does have a smart mouth attitude, that's for sure." Dean said while getting out of the impala.

"Maybe she does, or maybe she doesn't," Cas added, "we need to inform her now, before the demons take her." The whole group nodded in agreement…

Sam rolled over is twin bed and looked at the digital clock that was on the night stand. 3:15 AM. He couldn't sleep, he hadn't slept. His thoughts were on Zee, the entire time. She's not like Jessie, she won't run away. She can understand the situation, right? She doesn't seem like the type to side with demons. What if there's one in her room. Damn, we salted our door, but not hers. Sam stood up operatively and snuck out. He quietly exited the room. All he had to do was see if she was okay and go back to the room, Dean had started trusting him; he didn't want to ruin the relationship again. Sam moved across the hallway to her door, picking the lock, he was able to get in. As he slowly walked in he began to notice that one of the twin beds was occupied. Good, at least she not sneaking off. As he drew in closer, he began to see something odd about the bed occupant...is was square-ish. He uncovered the sheets, there were three pillows aligned horizontally next to each other, Sam quickly turned around toward the door- BAM!

The room lights turned on, "Sam?" He heard a voice say, "is that you?"

"Ouch," he mumbled while holding his face.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry. I am such and idiot. I didn't know. I was expecting some-. Are you okay?" Zee was speaking so fast that Sam did even hear a word over the ringing of his ears.

"What?" He replied.

"I said are you okay?"

"Yea, I'll be fine," He rubbed his face one extra time, and looked at Zee, "What did you hit me with?"

"The coffee maker."

"The coffee maker?"