Disclaimer: The Winchesters don't belong to me. Neither does the Metallicar. If they did, they wouldn't drive around as often as they do and that car would be a lot dirtier. Maybe I'll get to do an assignment on them soon.
Author's Note: Yep, I know it took a long time. Blame me, but in return I blame writer's block and more recently school. I've already written the next chapter so you shouldn't have to wait as long. Constructive criticism is good, but flames never helped anyone. Thanks to my lovely beta Janelle. I remembered your name because it's the same as my cousin's. Whoo! Enjoy reading guys!
The Winchesters and Ella pull up outside the hotel room.
"Oh, I didn't think." Dean says all of a sudden.
"What's new?" Ella jumps in with the insult, showing her quick wit.
Dean just glares.
"Where's your room?" He continues, seemingly unfazed.
"Just around the corner. I'll be there in like, two minutes." She tells him as she gets out the car. "I had a fun time tonight guys, thanks. Bye, hope you boys have great lives and have good luck in love. See ya lads."
A sad smile adorns her face as she walks away from the car.
"I'm going to follow her, I think she's lying." Dean tells Sam as they hop out of the car. "Here are the room keys." He chucks them to Sam and starts to walk away.
"Sure she's lying. You just want to give her a more private farewell." Sam replies, walking to the hotel room so he can unlock the door, but before he goes in he says "If you take sexual advantage of her, you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theatre." Sam walks into the room and closes the door.
"Okay then." Dean says to himself and starts off again to follow Ella.
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As soon as Sam gets in the door, he just bursts out laughing.
"I'm glad I finally got to use that on Dean. He deserves it." He then looks out the window.
"It couldn't be…Ella? But she said she's only around the corner. Who's that following her? Come on Dean, hurry up."
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Ella is walking back to her room, thinking. She knows she shouldn't have lied to Sam and Dean; but if she didn't, then they would have wanted to take her to her room, and she already made enough discomfort in their lives, she could tell. They would want to because it's a bad area, and she knows it, but it was all she could afford. Ella kind of wishes they had come now, she really wants the company.
All of a sudden, she gets a chill down her spine and the hair on the back of her neck stand up. A twig snaps. She turns around.
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Dean goes around the corner and begs to hear a door closing or something, but he doesn't. All of a sudden, a scream pierces the chill night air. Dean has never heard this scream before in his life, but he knows whose it is. He starts running towards it. "I'm coming Ella…"
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Sam is in the hotel room taking a shower, completely oblivious to what is going on. He doesn't hear his phone ring.
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"Come on Sam, pick up, damn it. Pick up!" Dean yells into his phone. He's getting close to the source of the scream, he can tell. He's almost to the corner of the building.
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Ella turns around and screams. She's face to face with a guy. Holding a knife.
"Shut up." He tells her, coming closer. Ella takes a step back for every step he takes forward. That is, until she runs into someone behind her. She turns around and gasps. It's another guy, and she has a feeling that he isn't going to help her, but make her situation worse. Then a whole gang comes out and surrounds her and the guy with a knife. The others are unarmed, but she still wouldn't want to cross paths with them. She turns around to face the guy with terror in her eyes.
"Aren't you a pretty one."