-1Rylie rolled her eyes and looked up at Dean, shrugging her shoulders. "Look, Superman, don't worry about it, I know alot more then you think, no time to explain now. We got to get your brother inside." Turning around again as her eyes did a quick scan of the area. "Alright, come on, Em is waiting for us in number 13, perfect right? Rylie didn't wait for an answer before she climbed over the front seat, sitting directly next to Dean and practically ontop of him since the other girl was still in the front. "Right, if you could get out now, that would be great. You get little wolf boy, and I'll find the rest of the junk, you do have tranq stuff right..?" She asked looking at him curiously.
"What? I don't know. I think we still have some but not as much as we'd need to keep Sam under." He climbed out the driver's door and opened up Sam's. "You can carry Sleeping Beauty there, right?" Dean picked up Sam's arm and slung it around his shoulders, slipping an arm under his brother's knees and lifting him up and out of the car. Without really waiting for a reply, but staying within earshot he called back, "Room 13, right?"
Rylie rolled her eyes and leaned over the other girl to be sure she still had a pulse. "Yes. Room 13." Mumbling a few choice words to herself as she climbed over the girl and pushed open the door, straigtening up she looked at the girl. "Right, I can do this." Without another word she leaned down and tugged the girl out of the car, trying not to damage her any further before wrapping an arm around her waist and throwing the other girl's arm around her own nexk as she groaned slightly. "Damn." Groaning again as she shifted, kicking the car door closed as she started towards the door, following him. "EM! Open the door! It's me and these two aren't exactly light!"
Emily jumped to her feet when she heard the loud car enter the parking lot. "Way to find great friends, Rylie." Emily mumbled to herself as she walked over to the door, pulling it open to find some random guy standing infront of it, holding another random guy, this one was unconscious. A smile spreading across her face. "Wow, way to find great friends, Rylie..." She trailed off and stepped back holding the door open. "So...sorry. Come on in, hurry." Emily slipped past them to help Rylie with the other girl. "So uh...where did you get those two, and which one do I get? Or do I get both?"
Dean hurried in. Damn did he wish Sammy was seven again. Even when he was fat, he wasn't that bad. He put his younger brother on a bed and looked back, a skeptical look on his face. "What is she talking about?" He paused before adding, "And I want that long version now. You know, about how you know about Sam and I." Under different circumstances he'd be putting the trademark Winchester charm on the other girl but this was serious.
Rylie looked at Emily and shook her head. "Em, now is not the time. Just set her down." She carefully helped lay the third girl down on the other bed and dusted off her hands, looking over at Dean she shook her head. "Don't worry about it, she is just talking gibberish." Taking the bag from her shoulders she tossed it onto the bed next to Sam. "Don't worry about that right now either, we got stuff to do, she-bitch to kill remember? Now are you going to help me tie him up or what?" She asked tilting her head to look at Dean as she pulled the ropes out from her bag.
Emily nodded and shut her mouth, after setting the girl down she pulled open a closet door and pulled out a suitcase, setting it down on Sam's bed she popped it open to reveal the contents, several crosses, guns, various types of ammunition, several little containers, many other various items and the industrial chains, she pulled out the chains and held them up. "Wow, Rylie, what is going on? Is this some sort of freak orgy or something...?" She asked with a smile as she looked up at Dean. "How rude of my friend, I'm Emily, good to meet you." Smirking still as she set the chains down on the bed, pushing the suitcase to the floor. "Alright, seriously, why are we tying the blacked out boy up?"
"I'd introduce myself but I think Buffy and you here already know who I am." Dean took a set of rope and set about making a slipknot specialty he'd learned. More like a noose really, but modified. One end would go around Sam's wrist and the other to some sturdy. Really sturdy. If Sam woke up he was going to have a hell of a fight in him. "And she probably already told you via the Siren Net what happened so you can drop the stupid act." Dean fitted the end around his younger brother's wrist and started to look around the room for something to attach the other end to.
Rylie looked up only to glare at Dean. "You are a total jerk you know that?" Shaking her head she grabbed another rope and began tying several different knots in the rope and then slipping it around one of Sam's wrists, adding hook knot to secure it in place, working quickly and obviously mad about something she looked to Dean again as she wrapped the other end around the inside of the bedpost, tying it in knots too. "You know, if it weren't for your dad I'd throw your ass out and make you deal with Sleeping Beauty by yourself, see how far you get then." She finished tying the knots, probably a bit too tightly, but she was mad, going into the bathroom she slammed the door behind her.
Emily took another step back and looked at Dean. "Who in the hell is Buffy, do you mean Rylie?" She covered her face with her hands as Rylie went on her tirade, she was obviously laughing as her shoulders were shaking, not looking back up until the girl went into the bathroom. "Way to bring out the beast there, buddy, damn you know how to push buttons, don't you?" Shaking her head some she closed the suitcase with her foot and slid it under the bed. "Actually, I don't have any idea who you are, or who he is, or who she is, I mean, you were sitting in that loud car with her when she finally answered her phone, you heard her, she didn't tell me anything. So who are you? And who are these two? And what is wrong with them?"
Dean didn't hear a word the other girl.. what was her name... Emily, said. Nothing. Rylie had just mentioned his dad. No, that was the one thing he was not going to let slide. He stopped what he was doing and dropped the rope, walking towards Rylie. His jaw was set as he closed the gap between them. "What did you just say about my dad? Do you know where he is?" This was getting weirder by the minute. Sam. Don't forget about Sam. You have to protect him, Dean told himself. Dad could handle himself for now.. but still.
Rylie rolled her eyes and pulled open the door. "I said I don't have time to talk about it." She pushed her way past him and looked at Emily. "You stay here, with Dean and Sam, try and keep Sam drugged up, cause you really won't want him awake right now. And Dean, I don't know, put him on a leash or something." Sighing heavily she scooped her bag up off of the bed. "Do NOT, under any circumstances let Sam go until I come back, understand?" Rylie didn't wait for an answer before she walked back around the bed, checking the ropes on Sam's wrists. "I'd add something to his ankles..." Trailing off she stood to glare at Dean for a moment before heading towards the door.
Dean glowered and followed, hot at her heels. "Don't you dare walk away from this. We're talking about my father now tell me how you know him!" His tone was serious, knuckles white. What he wanted now was answers and not more of her attitude cause as she now knew, he could dish it out just as fast as she could. Dean knew could hunt this thing alone, hell, he wasn't even sure why he was bringing her in the first place. Oh yeah, she wouldn't leave him alone.
Rylie laughed. What are you my father? You sure sound like him, oh wait you can't be, he's dead." Taking another moment to glare at him she left the room, leaving the door open behind her as he followed and walked down back to his stupid car. "I don't have time to tell you about your dad soilder boy. I am trying to save your brother's ass. So can we go please? And if you make it through this alive, I'll tell you what you want to know, because you are like a bitchy, whiny girl that just won't go away right now. She finished with a nod and pulled open the passenger side door, climbing into the car.
Emily shook her head as she closed the door after the bickering too. "Damn those two sound like a married couple." Smirking slightly she went back over to Sam's bed. "Well strange, boy Sam, I'm Emily, good to meet you. Sorry I have to chain you up." She shook her head. "Great, now I am talking to myself...this is awesome." She took out the chains, wrapping one around each foot, securing it with a padlock and then the same around the bottom bed post. "There. Now please, try not to kill me." She trailed off as Rylie and Dean's voices faded. "God she really can find them. Well atleast you seem like the strong silent type. And the...warm type..." Emily leaned in pressing her hand against his forehead, not noticing a fever but the sweat was out of control. "Yeah...you stay here, I'll be right back...not like you could go anywhere." Emily rolled her eyes and went into the bathroom, mumbling to herself.
Dean got into the drivers seat and wanted to slam the door but... it was his car after all. He closed it and fought back every curse word his brain was daring him to shout. "Fine." Was the only thing he said as he put on his safety belt and started the engine. He had to hunt this thing and kill it. He had to save Sam. His brother needed him. His family needed him.