The brothers got up and left the waffle house minutes after Rori and Castiel left, their untouched food still on the table. They walked over to the 67' and drove back to the motel.
The door opened silently as Sam and Dean enter the room. Dean immediately flopped down on one of the hard beds, and Sam went to the kitchenette to wash his face in the sink. Dean breathed a sigh of relaxation from the bed, as Sam turned the water faucet on.
"Comfy?" Chimed a female voice from the other mattress. Dean sprang up from the bed.
"I am going to kill the next person who does that!"
"Someone is in a bad mood..." Rori trailed off, taunting the already pissed off Dean.
"I thought you were supposed to remain out of our lives" Sam questioned from the kitchenette, as water dripped from his face. She stood and walked over to him. Dean flopped onto the bed again, not caring.
"Since you already know who I am, I figured what could it harm?" Rori handed Sam a towel.
"Thanks"
"Heads up, Dean" She called from the kitchenette.
Dean's eyes flashed open, as a knock came from the door. Sam stalked over and opened it to find Castiel. He stood aside to let the angel in. Cas entered and stood over in the corner, silent.
"Sam could you help me in the kitchen?" Rori asked trying to distract Sam's attention. Sam came over looking at her expectantly. She tried to distract him, but he knew that Cas needed to talk to Dean. Sam leaned against the bar and watched Cas talking with Dean. Rori, sensing she was fighting a losing battle, did the same. Both watched as the other two walked out of the motel room.
Sam looked from Rori to the door, and then back to Rori.
"Could I ask you a question?"
"Sure, fire away." She knew what was coming.
"Did you know I was going to drink demon blood?" Sam whispered barely audible, his face dropped in shame.
She turned and walked farther into the kitchenette, leaving Sam leaning against the counter. Rori pulled herself up onto the counter, wrapped her arms around her knees, and rested her chin on her knee. "Yes, I did see it as a....possibility"
"Why didn't you interfere? I thought you were trying to protect us!" His temper was rising, but he was able to calm himself quickly.
"I, like Cas, have limits. I chose not to interfere...I let Dean go to hell." She was quiet now.
"What do you mean you let him!" Sam's anger was building, he was close to fury. "Your not very much of a Guardian! How could you..."
"Don't you yell at me!" She yelled back, "Your the one who is being one sided!"
"And how am I being one sided?" He mocked trying to tame his temper, but his voice was still much to loud.
"Your not looking at the bigger picture... Your looking at a tiny fragment of a MUCH bigger plan." She stared at directly into his eyes.
"What do you mean?" His voice wavered.
"Nothing" she said quietly, but sternly. She'd meant to end the conversation.
"You can't just stop after a comment like that!" Sam rebuked.
"Watch me" And with that she disappeared. Dean opened the door and flopped down in a chair, deep in thought.
"Where is Cas?" Sam asked, still riled up from his fight with Rori.
"How should I know?" Dean snapped back. "Who got your panties in a knot?"
Sam quickly told Dean about the conversation he had with Rori. Dean's face grimaced as he recollected the part about Hell, and Sam's addiction.
"That skanky bitch!" Dean growled, "What did she mean by bigger picture?"
"She wouldn't tell me" Sam sighed. There was a few minutes of silence as both boys thought about Rori's words.
"...always in sight or earshot..." Dean murmured to himself.
"What?" Sam asked, confused.
"HEY YOU SKANKY BITCH!!" Dean yelled, "WE NEED TO TALK!"
Both Sam and Dean looked around expecting to see her figure hiding in the shadows. Nothing happened.
"Where is she?" Dean snarled angrily.
"She is probably too pissed off to talk to us."
Dean shrugged off his coat. He had on a short sleeve, black tee shirt on. "Lets see how tolerant she is..." He snarled pulling his knife from his belt and setting it on the exposed flesh of his bicep.
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