Sam: "I took a couple classes at Stanford awhile back. Thought it might come in handy one day."

She swigs off the tequila. Strangely enough, her talking to me made the stitching seem to go faster and it kept both our minds off the pain. I was on to the second gash. Problem is, the second gash was a lot deeper then the first. So, I decided to keep the conversation going.

Sandra: "Wow. A hot Standford boy. I'm totally impressed. I studied there for two years in pre law."

Sam: "Oh yeah? Whatever happened with that?"

Sandra: "Ironically enough, Dean happened. My two year old son."

Dean: "That's an awesome name for your son."

Sandra: "His full name is Dean Andrew Johnson. My last name, not the dad's."

Dean: "Is he still around?"

I finish up the bad one and there are a couple of small ones that I just needed to put butterfly stitches on and clean up a bit. Sandra seemed to be enjoying the small talk with Dean.

Sandra: "Are you kidding? That two-bit, good for nothing, son of a bitch left me as soon as he found out I was pregnant. He decided playing basketball was more important then raising a family with the woman he claims to love."

She rolls her eyes and finishes off the tequila bottle.

Sam: "All patched up and ready to go."

Sandra: "Good to know. I don't usually do this unless I sleep with a man, but you wouldn't happen to have a whole shirt I could have? This one is a bit shredded to bits."

Sam: "Oh God, yes. I'm so sorry."

I get her a clean shirt and she puts it on. I attempt to kinda look away as she slides the shirt on over her bra. She decides that the bra is pretty well shredded at the back and wraps it inside her shredded top. Luckily, I had another gray shirt she could have as opposed to white. Dean of course, is enjoying the whole show.

Sandra: "It's all right, Sam. I don't mind you and your brother seeing me half naked. You did save my life by patching up my wounds."

I now notice and unusual looking tattoo on the small of her back peeking out as she adjusts her jeans so they aren't falling off of her body.

Sam: "That's a pretty unusual looking tattoo on your back, there."

Sandra: "Oh, that? That's what a drunken night at a frat party will get you. It's some sort of Celtic thing. I have no idea what it means. It's just hot."

She kinda turns to show Dean what I'm talking about and he nods in agreement with her statement.

Sam: "It's a symbol of protection. I've seen it before. It is Celtic. That much is true of what they told you."

Sandra: "Really? That would make sense since I was born in Scotland. My ancestors were Celtic."

Sam: "I could show you what I'm talking about if you want."

She gets a flirty smile on her face.

Sandra: "OK. You can show me anything you want to, Standford boy."

She proceeds to sit on my lap as I bring up a site on my computer that explains exactly what the tattoo means to her. Dean has his famous, "she's in to you" smirk on his face and I'm ignoring him. I know, it looks and sounds like we're flirting, but I honestly think that our meeting was no "accident" and her tattoo was put there for a purpose. So, the excuse of looking it up is answering more questions in my mind.

Sandra: "Wow, that is one powerful protection symbol. Man, I'm glad I'm not a witch. That sounds evil and a half. No wonder that thing jumped on my head. He thought I was one of his people."

Sam: "Shadow demons don't discriminate. He was looking for away in here to get all of us in one shot."

Sandra: "Damn, you guys pissed him off good. You got all these salt rings on you windows and doors and stuff."

Sam: "That's protection to keep him at bay."

Sandra: "Holy shit. I get the proverbial princess rescued from the dragon routine and Prince Charming turns on to be a bonified nut case who thinks salt can keep a pissed off demon at bay."

Sam: "It got him off your back and in here before he could kill you."

Sandra: "I give you that. Yes. Honestly, how long have you two been held up in this room together."

Dean: "We're not held up in here together. We were waiting for the storm to pass so we could leave this god forsaken place."

Sandra: "Whens the last time either one of you had a woman?"

Dean: "I get plenty of women everywhere I go. Thank you very much."

Sandra: "Yeah and the ones who brag about getting it aren't getting shit. I know your type. Go to the bar. Get drunk and start hitting on anything in a skirt that walks by and gives you the time of day. You think a couple of drinks and some cheap pick up line is going to get any girl you want into bed. Maybe use that whole "Protect her from evil" line on her so she's freaked out first. But, in reality you end up coming right back to the hotel with Sammy here all alone and frustrated. I bet he gets more play then you."

I start laughing and Dean shoots me a look.

Dean: "Shut up. I bring women back to their house. I won't objectify them by bringing them to a hotel. That's just wrong."

Sandra: "But, you'll objectify them by assuming they want a piece of the big bad Dean Winchester, savior of man kind. Get real, dude. That's arcadic and most girls see right through it if they have any intelligence in their head."

Sam: "She's got a point, Dean."

Dean: "You're not helping any."

Sandra: "So, how does Sam Winchester do with the ladies?"

Sam: "My sex life is healthy. Let's put it like that."

Dean: "Sex with yourself doesn't count."

I roll my eyes and continue to busy myself on the computer. Truth is, Sandra is hot and I like having her sitting in my lap. Even if she is ribbing Dean a little. He deserves it once in awhile. Besides, she's got hm pegged. Aside from the not taking anyone home. Cuz we know Dean has had many one night stands. There's a reason why Sandra has that symbol on her body and someone doesn't want anything happening to her. This isn't just a happy coincidence.

Sam: "So, ever toy with black magic as fun in college?"

Her face expression changed from on of a flirty college girl to someone who just saw a ghost at the mention of the word. She got up out of my lap and put some distance between the two of us like I was going to hurt her or something.

Sandra: "Why the hell would I want to do that? Look, just because that little Google search tells you that it's used for protecting a witch against black magic from others doesn't mean I play with it. I told you, I woke up drunk at a frat party and there it was. I don't even remember having it done."

Sam: "You just happen to have a symbol to protect you against black magic and ward off black dogs. I don't buy it."

Sandra: "Contrary to you two and your popular belief, there is life outside of the Supernatural and hunting evil. You're obsessed with this shit."

Dean: "It's the family business. We protect people like you from getting killed out there."

Sandra: "I didn't ask for that thing to attack me. All I wanted to do was get some ice so I could have a glass of water. Next thing I know, I have a couple of crazy ass white boys trying to feed me shit about black magic and black dogs. Hell, I don't even go to church regularly."