Chapter 8

Once they reached the hotel, they climbed out of the impala, and made their way to their room.

Summer turned to face Sam, and held up his jacket. "Thanks for letting me use it as a cover for the seat."

Sam nodded and took it. "No problem."

They went in the room, and instantly Summer walked to the bathroom after grabbing some clean clothes to put on.

Dean had watched her go in the bathroom, and looked away when the door closed. He sat down on the bed and glanced at Sam who was sitting at the table, looking at his phone, and was plugging the phone cord in the computer afterwards. "What are you doing?"

"When I was looking for anything paranormal at the mountain, I saw some marks on a tree," Sam replied, while he began uploading the picture on to the computer for better viewing.

"What kind of marks?" Dean asked as he walked over to his brother. Fixing his eyes on the computer screen, he watched as the picture started to show up.

"It looked like some kind of animal. I don't really know what kind, though."

When the picture uploaded and was viewable, both of them studied it closely.

"It seems like it could be a bear claw," Dean said after a couple of minutes.

"You think so?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "At least it looks like it could be, anyway."

"Maybe your right… maybe it is a bear claw."

Dean turned away and went back to the bed. He lied down on his back, yawning. "I can't wait to fall asleep."

"Me too," Sam agreed.

Neither of them spoke after that. They didn't really have much to say anyway.

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Summer pulled back the shower curtain, stepping down on the cold white titled floor before she grabbed a towel off the towel rack, beside the toilet, and wrapped her hair in it. She then pulled on a bathrobe before she stood in front of the medium sized mirror, and she stared at her reflection for a moment before she took her hair out of the towel, and started to rub it, trying to get the water to seep in to it.

She slowly lowered her arms to her sides, stopping what she was doing when she felt a sudden chill. She knew it was not cold out. It was rather warm for it being almost night time. Shrugging it off, she started to rub her hair again.

The bathroom door opened after several minutes, and she made her way to the table and grabbed her hair tie that was lying on the surface. She pulled her hair into a ponytail. "So, what are we going to do now?" she asked them, glancing at the two.

"Sleep," Dean mumbled, already lying on one of the beds with his eyes shut.

"I second that," Sam said standing up and walked toward the empty bed.

"What about food?" she asked.

"There are some sandwiches in the cooler, in the back seat of the car. Help yourself," Dean responded.

Without saying another word, she walked to the door and stepped outside, closing the door behind her afterwards.

Once she reached the Impala, she opened the backseat door and got a hold of the small cooler on the floor, and grabbed one of the sandwiches. She set the cooler back on the floor, closing it and then shut the car door.

Summer leaned up against the car and took the wrapper off the sandwich. Taking a bite, she glanced up at the sky. The sun had gone down only an hour earlier, and it was already pitch black.

She finished her dinner and went back inside, and decided to do some email checking on Sam's computer.

After a little while, Sam and Dean were out of bed, and were getting ready to go to a bar.

"Hey Summer. Hey," Dean tapped her on the shoulder, trying to wake her up.

She stirred a little, but did not wake up.

"Maybe we shouldn't wake her," Sam said from across the room. "She looked pretty tired earlier."

"I just wanted to let her know we were leaving," Dean replied.

"Just leave a note. When she wakes up, she'll see it and meet us at the bar."

"Alright," Dean said, grabbing a piece of paper off the table, and scribbled down a small note, placing it beside her once he was done.

"Are you ready to go?" Sam wondered, pulling on his jacket.

"Yeah," Dean gave him a nod. He pulled on his jacket before picking up his car keys off the nightstand beside his bed.

They left the hotel and drove to the bar.

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Nearly two hours later, Summer awoke from a loud noise outside. Sitting up, she stretched her arms and turned her head toward the beds. Noticing they were empty, she glanced around the room, and finally realized she was alone. "Now where are they?" she wondered aloud, standing up, and checked the room for a note. She looked down on the table in front of her, and saw a piece of paper lying there. She picked it up and read the writing.

Summer, we went to a bar, a few minutes from here, on the left side. It is actually the only bar close to the hotel. If we are not back by the time you wake up, meet us there.

-Dean

"Figures," she whispered to herself while she set the note back on the table. She turned around and walked to one of the chairs that had her bag on it, which held her clothes and make up. She grabbed what she needed, then got ready to go to the bar. Once she was all set, she left the hotel.

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Dean's eyes followed a girl as she walked past him. He had his 'charming' smile as she locked eyes with his for a moment before she went back to her table, which had four people sitting at it.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and gave him a slap on the arm, which made him look over with a questioning expression.

"What?"

"Can't you, just for once, try not to pick up a girl?"

"If a girl is interested me, I need to show her that I'm interested in her as well," Dean replied before glancing back at the girl.

"Not every girl will be interested, Dean. I mean take Summer for an example."

"What about her?" he asked, now looking back at him.

"She was not interested in you when you first met her," he reminded him. "She's not even interested now," he added.

"How would you know? Has she said anything to you?"

"She doesn't need to say anything. It's pretty obvious from her body language."

"Maybe she's playing hard to get?"

"I doubt it, man."

"Her loss then," Dean shrugged.

Sam once again rolled his eyes and took a sip from his drink. He looked around the room, checking out the people around him. His eye soon landed upon a girl who just stepped inside. At first, he didn't know who it was, and then he soon figured it out. "Hey Dean, Summer is here."

"She is, where?" he asked looking around.

"By the door," Sam pointed toward the entrance.

Dean fixed his eyes on her, watching her as she stepped further inside.

Summer had on a black t-shirt that had writing on the front, which he couldn't tell what it saidShe was also wearing blue jeans with a design down the sides. Her hair was up in a ponytail, with a strand hanging down beside her face. She had on light red lipstick, with pink blush and had on pink eye shadow with black mascara.

"Summer, over here," Sam called out to her, bringing his arm up in the air to show where he was.

She spotted him, and made her way over.

"Hey," she said once she reached their table.

"We were actually wondering if you were going to wake up and come here," Dean said to her.

"I had no idea you guys even left. When did you leave anyway?"

"Two hours ago," Sam responded.

"You actually stay at a bar for that long?" she asked actually amazed.

"Yeah," Dean nodded.

"So how did you—" Sam started to say, but stopped when a guy walked up to them, and tapped Summer on the shoulder.

She turned around to face the man. "Yes?"

"Would you like to dance?" he asked, letting his southern drawl come through strong.

At first, she didn't reply, but then she nodded. "Sure."

The man gave her a smile, showing off his pearl whites. His brown eyes also seemed to sparkle when he smiled. He brought his hand out, waiting for her to take it.

She did just that, and they headed toward the middle of the dance floor.

Sam and Dean watched as the man wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her slightly closer to him. She had put her arms around the back of his neck, and they began dancing to a somewhat slow song.

Dean kept an eye on them, making sure the man did not try anything. Sam already had his attention somewhere else while he drank more of his beer. After several minutes, the two were still dancing, and this time to an up beat song. Dean was not exactly watching them by now, but occasionally he would glance over at them.

Summer grabbed the man's hand, which managed to make its way lower down her back, almost touching her butt, and put it up higher.

"What's the matter? You don't like my hand there?" he asked her.

"In a matter of fact, no," she told him. "Please keep it where it is."

As if replying, he lowered it slightly.

"What did I say," she said, grabbing his hand once again to move it up higher.

"What's so wrong with it there?"

"I just don't like it."

"Well, when you're dancing with me, you'll have to deal with it."

"Maybe I don't want to dance with you anymore," she said and started to step backwards, then began walking away.

"Nobody walks away from me," he grabbed her arm, pulling her to him, wrapping his arm around her waist again, bringing her closer to him, and holding her there.

"Let go of me," she sneered.

"No."

"I said let go of me," she tried to get away, but he held onto her tighter.

"And I said no."

She pushed on him, trying to get him away from her, but he would not move. "Let me go!"

"Shut up and dance!" he snarled at her, eyes narrow.

"If a girl tells you to let her go, I would listen if I were you," Dean said standing next to them.

"What if I don't listen?" the man asked, looking at him with challenging eyes.

"You'll have to deal with me," Dean stepped closer, fists clenched, and jaw tightened.

"And me," Sam said, now joining them.

The man stared at the two, loosening his grasp on Summer, and faced them. Without saying a word, he turned to have his back to them, and walked away. Only he turned around again quickly, raising his arm up, hitting Dean in the jaw.

Dean stumbled backwards, putting his hand to his jaw before stepping forward, punching him back, only harder.

A fight broke out instantly, and a crowd already formed around them.

Summer stepped back, trying to keep out of the way. She watched as Dean hit the man again, but this time in the stomach. Sam also got a few hits in, which rather surprised her, considering he was not the type who would be in a fight with some someone.

The crowd cheered, and was making bets on who would win the fight.

"Hey!" the owner of the bar yelled, rushing over, grabbing Dean, and pulled him away from the man. "Not on my watch!"

He pulled Dean away even further and ushered him out of the building, then pushed him away, which caused him almost falling on the concrete.

"Don't let me catch you here again!" he said before slamming the door once he went back inside.

Sam and Summer followed them outside, and made their way to him.

She stepped closer to him, and reached up, touching his face slightly, examining his busted lip, and the already puffiness next to his right eye. "Are you ok?" she asked softly.

"I'll be fine," Dean mumbled as he looked at Sam. "What about you?"

"I'm fine. He didn't really get a chance to hit me. You on the other hand… you sure got your butt kicked," Sam said getting closer to him. "You're gettin' rusty there kiddo."

"Shut up," Dean said, looking away and met Summer's eyes. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," she nodded. "Thank you for coming to my rescue."

"Don't mention it," Dean said while he started walking to the impala. He opened the drivers' side door, and he was about to get in when the door to the building opened, and the man he fought with walked out, looking just as beat up. They both glared at each other, but neither said anything at first.

"You should have minded your own business, boy," the man finally said.

"And you should have let her go when she said to," Dean answered back.

"If she just didn't make a big deal, none of it would have happened," he stepped closer.

Summer moved toward the man, locking eyes with him. "If you just listened to me, none of this would have happened. It's your own damn fault."

The man glared at her and raised his hand up as if he was going to slap her. However, he didn't have a chance when her knee connected between his legs. He fell to the ground instantly, having his hand to himself. "You bitch!" he spat out through gritted teeth.

"Never try to slap a girl," she said to him. "You would get your ass kicked." She then bent down and grabbed the collar of his grey t-shirt, and pulled him up closer to her. "And never try to mess with me ever again. Take this as a warning. Understood?"

The man nodded in reply.

"Good. Now get out of my sight."

She let go of him and he scrambled to his feet, taking off a few seconds later.

She turned around and came to face to face with Sam and Dean, who was shocked.

"Wow," Sam spoke once he was able to talk.

"Damn girl, where have you been hiding this side of you?" Dean asked, impressed and still somewhat shocked.

She laughed. "I only show this side of me if I really need to. When he started the fight, and did that to you two, I knew it was time to show whose boss."

"You should show it more often," Dean hinted with a winked.

"I will only show it when I need to. Now let's get going," she said walking to the car, and climbed into the back seat.

Sam and Dean followed her lead, neither of them saying anything on the way back to the hotel.