"Marisa. Marisa wake up. MARISA FOOD!"
Marisa jumped up quickly and looked around, dazed and confused. Then she heard laughing and turned her head, to face Sam. With a groan she fell face first into the pillows, and tried to fall back asleep. The bathroom door opened and Dean stepped out, still dressed in his pajamas. He walked over to the bed and pulled the blankets down, making Marisa squeal and curl up into a ball as the bitter air hit her skin.
"Come on sleepyhead! Sam did the same thing to me, and if I can't go back to sleep, neither can you," he said, with a yawn.
Marisa sighed and crawled out of bed, and jumped onto Sam, who nearly fell over.
"Jesus Ris, trying to kill us both?" he asked, as she shifted her weight onto his back.
"Shut up and walk," she demanded, making him smirk.
Sam walked over to the table and Marisa stepped onto the floor and sat down at the table, pulling her feet up onto the chair. Then she looked around and saw that there was no food, and was suddenly upset.
"Where's the food?" she asked, looking up at Sam.
Dean took notice of the absent food and groaned, "Dude! Not cool!" he said.
Sam sat down at the table, and powered up the laptop. "I went and got dinner last night! One of you can go and get breakfast," he said.
"I'll go," Marisa said, standing up.
"No, I'll go," said Dean, getting up as well.
Marisa and Dean both looked at each other, as did Sam.
"How about you both go?" Sam offered, looking from his brother to his friend.
Marisa and Dean both got dressed and were in the car, three minutes flat. They pulled out of the parking lot and headed into town, cursing Sam for waking them up with false hope that he actually went out and got them breakfast. It took them thirty. minutes to find a decent take out place, order breakfast and drive back to the motel. The trio sat around the table, eating and going over possible cases. Finally, around 11:30, Dean and Sam set out for a local house where a body was found. Marisa stayed behind and waited, while surfing the web and reading up on urban legends.
Hours had passed, and Marisa grew tired. Turning the computer off, she closed the curtains and climbed into bed. Part of her wanted to wait up for Dean and Sam, but her body refused to let her do so. As soon has her head hit the pillow she was out like a light, never noticing the figure standing in the corner of the dark room.
"So what are we working with? Pissed off demon? Ghost?" Dean asked, as he pulled the Impala up to the motel room.
Sam shrugged, "I think it's a ghost. The body was found in the basement, showing signs of asphxiation and rigor mortis. Her skin was blue and she had traces of salt water on her skin and clothes," he said, reading off the notes he took, while he and Dean posed as newsreporters.
Getting out of the car, they both walked to the door. "Maybe she was shoved into the bathtub by someone and they threw her in the basement?" Dean offered, as he unlocked the door.
Sam rolled his eyes, "Maybe she was murdered by a ghost, Dean. She had chains wrapped around her, which I'm still trying to figure out," he said, as the door opened.
"Okay, okay! I won't speak again," said Dean, as he flipped on the lights. "Marisa! Honey, I'm home!" he shouted, with a smirk.
He and Sam looked around and saw that the beds were empty, but one was clearly slept in. Shutting the door behind them, they stepped further into the room.
"Marisa?" Sam called out, as Dean walked towards the bathroom.
"She's not in there," he said, peering into the bathtub.
Sam came out of the little kitchen area and shook his head, "Nope. Her stuff's still here, but she's not," he said.
Dean began to panic and ran out to the car, "SAM LETS GO!" he shouted, as he started the Impala up.
Jumping into the car, Dean peeled out of the parking lot and down the main road.