Chapter 4 - FBI and Hackers

"What do you mean it's declined!" Lana cried at the motel owner, "I just used that card an hour ago!"

"Sorry miss," the man replied unsympathetically, taking the room key back.

She stamped her feet in a mini tantrum and stormed outside. Sam and Dean were getting their bags out of the car.

"I'm so sorry to ask this," she said desperately as she approached them, "My card doesn't seem to be working so I can't get a room..."

"No problem!" Dean announced, "You can bunk up with me!"

" Oh ha ha" she retorted, giving him a playful kick, "Could you guys get me a room?"
"On it," Sam sighed, heading inside.

"We could always let Sam have that room," Dean started, "We share, you know then that I'm there to keep you safe."
"Shush," she gave him another kick, "I can handle myself."

"I have more whiskey," he tried to persuade.
Lana rolled her eyes and turned away from him, hiding the imminent blush.

A few moments passed, and Lana felt her stomach growl.

"Wow, I'm starving," she said, "We getting any food soon?"
"You best hope that card of yours kicks back into action then!" Dean laughed, standing beside her.

"But Deeeeean," she whined, "You're not gonna let me starve are you?"

"You gonna share that whiskey with me?"

"Well what do you know, I think you may have just swayed me."

The two of them laughed and they're eyes connected for a brief moment. A strange sensation tickled Lana in the bottom of her stomach.

"Right," Sam appeared from the motel reception, "Here's your key, room is next to ours."
"Thankyou so much," Lana sighed with relief, "How much do I owe?"

"Us? Well...nothing," Sammy laughed, "Unless you wanna pay the fictional Mr J Vasquez."

Both boys laughed as they grabbed their bags and made their way to their room. Lana stood and processed Sam's statement, before shrugging and following.

The motel room was as basic and seventies throw back you could get. Garish pink walls with a brown stained carpet and yellowed flowery bed linen. Lana grimaced at the sight and chucked her rucksack onto the corner chair, before throwing herself on to the bed. She reached into her pocket and retrieved a smart phone. She hadn't looked at it at all since her encounter with the Winchesters.

24 MISSED SKYPE CALLS

8 MISSED CALLS

17 SMS MESSAGES

4 VOICEMAIL MESSAGES

"Shit..." she hissed, opening up the Skype app. She knew exactly who all of these notifications were from. She tapped the contact entitled "Arc" and called it. No answer.

"Wonderful," she sighed, dropping the phone onto the bed beside her. She laid her head back onto pillow and closed her eyes.

What a crazy six months she thought. She wouldn't have imagined herself road tripping America, never mind coming across the infamous Winchesters and hunting with them. Sammy was cool, bit of a nerd listening to his history and lore podcasts in the car, but also quite endearing in his passion for the job. Dean... she felt herself blushing just at the thought of him. She could tell he was the type to flirt with almost anything with legs, but for her to fall for it? Giggling and blushing like a school girl around him? Get over yourself woman, she thought. Meeting an angel too, that's a tick off the bucket list. Sure he was a bit... strange, but that power of his. Healing all of those injuries with a simple touch? That's just plain crazy.

The reality of what had lead to all these events dawned on Lana. The loss and betrayal she'd endured. She envisioned the photo she'd left on her bedside back at the bunker, and felt small droplets hit the top of her cheeks.

"Hey you OK?" Sam asked concerned. Lana jumped at the sound of his voice, she hadn't noticed anyone come into the room.
"Fine!" she lied, hastily wiping her eyes.

"Yeah, totally believing that," he replied, sitting at the foot of the bed, "You need to tell us what's going on Lana."
"I will, I will," she nodded, "Just...not now. Give me some time and I'll fill you both in I swear."

Sam gave a sympathetic smile and stood back up, "Well, me and Dean are heading to the morgue to check the bodies."

The door to Lana's room burst open and Dean stepped in. Lana was took aback for a second at the realisation of how good Dean looked in a suit. It just clicked that Sam was suited and booted too.

"What's with the get up?" she asked, pointing at them both up and down.
"Agents Mercury and May," Dean said in a serious, official voice, bringing out a fake FBI ID and badge.

Sam sighed, "So we can get into the morgue and inspect the victims."
"I see," Lana rubbed her chin, "Bit much isn't it?"
"How do you mean?" Sam questioned.
"Well, I just get my buddies to hack into the local police network back home," she explained, "Get's me all the info I need."
"But what if they missed a vital detail on the body? Something they wouldn't know to look for?" Sam seemed a little perplexed as to why Lana wasn't getting this.

"Huh... never really been an issue for me."
"We'll be back as soon as we can," Sam said as he and Dean headed out the door.
"Hey wait! I'm not coming?" she shouted after them.
"Got a suit?" Dean turned and asked.

"Uh...no..."

"Then nope!" he gave her a wink as he closed the door behind him.

Lana sat on the bed feeling deflated, then whined to herself, "But I wanna play FBI..."

She wandered over to the window and watched the beautiful Impala drive away, sighing to herself. Dean looked far too good in that suit, she felt a pang of nerves over this whiskey sharing scenario he seemed to have planned for them at some point.

A buzzing noise came from the bed, Lana headed over and saw her phone flashing with a Skype call from Arc. She sat at the foot of her bed and faffed with her hair in an attempt to look presentable before tapping accept.

"Goooooood evening sirs!" she beamed as her two buddies appeared on the screen. Ceri was sporting a neon green hair do this week, shaved on one side. Sadie had adopted a candy floss shade of pink on her wavy, top of the shoulder do.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO CHECKING IN WITH US!?" shrieked Ceri.
"WE WERE STUPIDLY WORRIED!" cried Sadie.

"Ahaha sorry guys," Lana said sheepishly, "I had a...hiccup."
"Did you get the Vamps then?" Ceri asked nervously.
"Er...most of them?"

"Most?"
"Well...one kinda... sorta...nearly got me?"
The pair on the screen looked ready to explode in a huge bollocking at Lana, she decided to cut in before it happened.
"It's okay though! I was bailed out! And you'll never guess by who."
"Go on," Ceri sounded intrigued.
"Winchesters. Sam and Dean!"

"Shut. Up." Sadie replied doubtfully.
"I'm serious! I'm on a hunt with them right now as a matter of fact!"

"Where are they then?" Sadie asking with a raised eyebrow.

"Down at the morgue impersonating FBI and looking at the bodies or something..."

"Why?"
"Because they clearly don't have such badasses like yourselves to hack into teeny weeny autopsy reports for them it seems."

"Convenient," Ceri said, "I refuse to accept these circumstances."
"Look, I'll see if I can get a cheeky selfie with them and send it to ya okay? "

The pair on screen nodded in agreement to these terms.

Their expression suddenly changed to one of confusion. Ceri even lifted her glasses up blinking rapidly before putting them back down.

"Uh...Lanakins," she said slowly, "A very beautiful man seems to have...spawned behind you?"

Lana turned, to be met with Castiel's face looming over her shoulder, his eyes narrowed and focused on the phone's screen.

"JESUS CAS!" she squealed in shock.
"It's...just Castiel," he stated, eyes not moving from the screen.
Lana sighed and rubbed her face with her free hand.

"Well, are you going to introduce us?" Ceri asked urgently. She and Sadie were now leaning closer to the camera in eagerness.

"Cas, this is Ceri and Sadie. Ceri and Sadie, this is Castiel!" Lana rushed, "Oh, angel may I add?"

"And did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Sadie asked cheekily.
"Yes. It was very painful in actuality," Cas answered seriously, causing the two girls to giggle.

"Right, I'm calling you two idiots back later," Lana laughed at them, "I'm cool to send you details of where I am and the house we're looking into so you can snoop for me?"
"Sure sure," Ceri said, not interested, "Bye Castiel!"

"Bye Castiel!" Sadie repeated cheesily.
"Goodbye," he answered.
The video feed cut and Lana glared at the screen for a moment.

"Yea bye Lana," she mumbled sarcastically, "So what can I do for you Cas?"

"Where are Sam and Dean?" he asked, fixated still on the phone.
"Morgue," she answered, placing the phone down, causing his eyes to move to her, "Everything OK?"
"I have details on Lucifer."
"Okay!" Lana was intrigued, "What's new?"

Before she finished her question, Cas had vanished. She tutted and laid down on the bed.

"I'm still hungry!" she moaned to herself.