Library-Lebanon, Kansas
It only took a few seconds to arrive at the library, but those few seconds caused Trisha's stomach to fall out of her body. When she and Crowley appeared in the sleepy library in Lebanon, Trisha threw up all over the man that happened to be in front of her. Why does this always happen to me?
"I am sooo sorry..." Trisha stopped when she looked up into the eyes of Sam Winchester. He smiled trying to hide his disgust at the brown, gooey liquid blanketed on his feet. He's so dreamy. He's even sweeter in person.
"Hey, darling. Wake up from your day dream," Crowley said while snapping his fingers in Trisha's ears.
"What? Oh, yeah. Um, I'm sorry, Sam. Let me get a towel." Trisha ran off into the girls' bathroom and grabbed a fistful of paper towels. When she got back, Dean had already helped Sam get most of the vomit off his shoes and pants. Trisha started wiping up the rest of the vomit off the carpet. Her face was glowing red hot with embarrassment.
"So, what is your name, little girl?" asked Dean.
"Uh, well, my name is Trisha," she mumbled. God, why can't I just not mess up for once?!
Dean glanced over Sam as if to question the validity of Trisha's statement. Trisha is a pretty weird name after all.
"Well, my name is Dean and this is my younger brother Sam, who you already seem to know." Dean looked at Trisha almost accusingly.
"Yeah, um, to be honest, in the world I come from I know both you of quite well," Trisha replied, "I also know Crowley from my world. He's my favorite charac..." Trisha bit her lip to stop herself from finishing that phrase. She looked down at her shoes to avoid Dean's gaze. To be honest, that last piece of information would probably start a very long and highly unnecessary conversation.