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"Is something wrong? Forget the key?" Paula cocked her head to side.
They found the motel and were now standing outside the door. Sam did not want to go in.
"Dean might be in there. Maybe we could rent another room?" He tried to flash her his sad awkward look intermixed with his adorable puppy eyes.
"Let's say we do this. All night you are gone, without any word at where you are. Do you honestly thing that's wise?"
Damn her points. Sam thought bitterly. He just got told by a car.
"Well, I go in. I say, 'hey guess what? No more car!, I am sure he wont let me live long enough to finish because you're human."
Paula shook her head.
"When has he put your life in danger on purpose, chicken?" Paula then proceeded to poke Sam in taunting way.
" I am not a chicken!" Sam was not going to take this, being taunted by a freaking car?
"Says the man who is too afraid to go in and talk to his mean, scary brother." Paula lowered her voice on "mean" and "scary" mimicking a child.
Sam shook his head, bit his lip and waved his arms crazily. He was not a chicken. Screw his brother! He was going in there and telling him what happened.
Still he resisted opening the door.
"He isn't afraid to punch me." He frowned.
"Sammy--he wont if you're hurt. How is your shoulder? I've seen you touch it a few times."
Paula squeezed and turned his arm causing Sam to hiss and lower to the ground.
"Ow. I see your point and thanks but ow." He winced as he came back up.
"For Ford's sakes Samuel Winchester, you're like six inches taller! Get over it. He can't have that good of a reach. Get your ass in that room. Now."
Sam wasn't so sure if he liked her new attitude.
"Now play off your shoulder pains."
Sam nodded and opened the door.
Something wasn't right and he could tell when he entered. The beds were maid. The luggage was the wrong color.
Sam and Dean didn't watch lifetime and the fact two strangers were having sex on his bed was just awkward.
Then Sam came to conclusion that this was not his room and perhaps he was at the wrong motel.
What made matters worse, his cell went off, altering the happy couple to his presence.
The man screamed louder than the woman.
"Um. I was just leaving."
Sam ran to the door avoiding the lamp and the Bible that was tossed at his head. He cursed his tallness.
"Something wrong?" Paula asked worry evident in her voice and face.
"Hello?"
"What the hell happened at the bar, dude?"
Shit.
It was Dean.
Well, good news he wasn't at the motel. Score one for Sam.
" Bar? What do you mean? I thought you were going to Missy's house?"
"She left her purse so we came back. Where are you? I need something from the trunk of my car. Drive over."
"Um. Dean I can't do that. Can't you wait?"
He needed a plan. Operation: buy a bus ticket and live on the run from soon to be massively pissed older brother.
May God have mercy on the sorry demons who come in his way.
"No. It can't. I think She's it Sammy. Drive your sorry ass over."
After that there was a click.
"Dean thinks he found the demon and wants me to drive you over."
Paula nodded her head.
"Okay. Let's go!"
"No. you don't understand, he needs a weapon from the trunk and since you're a human we can't get to it. We're screwed."
"No you're not." She smiled.
"And why do you say that Paula."
Her smiled widened and she lowed her head to his.
"Pawn shops."
Pawn shops.
"Pawn shops?" He didn't get it.
"People are stupid Sammy. Sometimes they possess wonderful weapons. John bought a lot of your bad ass weaponry at some. Trust me on this, find a local pawn shop, buy out their stock of weapons, meet Dean and we win!"
"Could work."
"Let's go!"
Paula spun around in the middle of her cheer right into the chest of one, pissed off, black and blue eyed, swollen faced cop.
"Remember me, boy? You two are in all kinds of trouble"
"You should do something about that eye." Paula glared as she backed up to be by Sam's side
"Funny. The bitch is funny. Now get in my car. Now."
Sam swallowed hard
"Don't call her that. We'll come all right?" Sam put his hands up and started to walk past the cop.
"Good b-" Then his face met Sam's elbow.
"You know if he sends his friends after us we're screwed right?"
"Who cares? Get to the car-hey. Funny from me right? Anyway to the pawn shop!"
The duo high tailed it to the borrowed junk car and pulled out.
"Closed."
Sam lowered his in exasperation. This night totally sucked. Though he did enjoy elbowing the cop. Too bad that was his hurt arm.
"So what? You're a Winchester." Paula unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.
"Oh no."
He did the same action.
"We have enough trouble with assaulting that cop, twice. You want to add robbery? Hell the FBI is after me and Dean. We don't need-"
"Who's going to arrest a car?" She picked up a rock and smashed the window.
"I'll get the weapons, don't you worry."
Paula unlocked the door and entered the pawn shop.
"I see you like my gift."
Sam spun around. The demon from the bar was behind him and waved.