AN: my longst ch eva! i hpe u gaiz liek it! oh, n dont wrry. i'm wrking on my twilight/harry potter 1 as well! :D
Dean rolled over in bed, snoring slightly. The dor opening woke him up, though. In a flash, he pulled out his gun and pointed it at the intruder, who turned out to be Sammy.
Sammy held his hands up, "Dude, chill. It's just me."
Dean lowered his gun and yawned, "What te hell were oing outside?"
"You mean to tell me that you didn't' ehar the gun shots?"
"What gun shots?"
"Seriously? You didn't hear anything and you selpt righht through it all? Are you sure yu;re a hunter?"
"Yes, last time I checked it woas the nane of my job description."
"Oh, well, thanks for helping me with the shapeshifrer, then." He trew his gun on his bed and began to pack up.
"woah, hold on amoment. There was a shapeshifter here and you never bothered to wake me up?"
"I thought the gun shots would. I guess not. Hell, you didn't even wake up when there was the sound of someone screaming. You're getting sloppy, dean."
"Yeah, yeah. SO you keep telling me. So where is it?"
"Where's what?"
"The shapshigter!"
"Was I supposed to bring it back to the room like a trophy. I'm pretty sure our neighbors wouldn't appreciate it. Its body is down in the sewers and I'd like to keep it that way. Now lets get out of here. Someone's bound to noice theat the hotel clerk is gone sooner or later."
"You killed the hotel clerk?"
Sammy stared at Dean, wondering just how stupid he could be, "No, I killed the shapeshifter who killed the hotel clerk and took his form. Now would you hurry up and pack up all of your weapons? We need to get out of here."
He slung his back over his shoulder, put the gun back in the waistof his apnts and grabbed his laptop before going outside to put them in the back seat of the car. Dean finally got up and started packing up as well.
By the time the asun was rusing over the horizon they were foar away fropm that motel and making htier way towards a bigger city in hopes of finding a job for them.
His head was pounding and he tried to lift himself up, buit that only caused a sahrp pain to flash behind his eyes. Groaning he set himself back down adn decidde to lok aroudn from this falt posision.
He was in a room, lying aon a bed. The rrom looked much like Bobby's panic room, but with less of his personal touchies and the arit didn't smell like alcohol like it usualluy idd.
He tried to sit up againwhen he saw movement out of the courner of his eye as someone moved forward to stpo him. It was a woman in her late twenties, as far as he could tell.
She had strawberry blonde hari that was wavey and put up in a ponytail. Her bands swept over her face, grazing ehr eye brows, which were over clear, green eyes. She wore a short lether jacket over a white, v-neck shirt that was tucked into her dark jeans. She wore a necklace that had a fang of some creature on it and her jeans were tucked into knee high, borwn, leather boots.
He stared at her and she stared back and no word was said between them for a while.
"You hungry?" She finally asked.
He nodded, steal starin at her, wondering wheter she was an enemy or a friend.
"I'll go get you some food, then. In the meantime, don't try to get uop. You took a massive blow to the head and ou're proabbly stioll fillig the effects of it."
Like hell he was going to stay still. As soon as she left, he eased himseldf into a sitting posintion and put his feet flat on the floor. Using the bed as a handhold, he stood up, feeling a bit dizy.
He made his way around the room, looking at verything and truing to reemver it all in case he needed ot use them in order to escape. There wasn't much, just some books. She must keep her weapons on another part of her place.
He heard someone clear their throat and he quickly turned to lok behind him. She was standing in the doorway, holding a tray of food and giiving hima cynical look.
"I thought I told you not to get up."
"I'm a bad listener."
She smiled and placed the tray down on the table to the right of the door. It smelled delisious and his stomach growled as the smell wafted over to him.
"Hurry up and eat this, as I'm sure we oth have a lot of questions for each other."
He walked over to the table and stared at the food.
"It's not poisoned, is it?"
In response, she leaned forward and ate a sppoon full of hsi soup and took a sip of his water.
"I take that as a no."
He sat down and hesitatnly began eating, watching her out of the courner of his eye in case she tried to do anythig. She didn't seem intereseted in doing anything to him, however. If anything, the dirt under her fingernails that she was trying to pick out was more interesting.
When he was done, he pushed the tray away from himselg.
"So who gets to ask the questions here?"
"Both of us, I weould hope. We're both on equal footing here."
"You men I'm not a captive?"
"No, just a rescued victim."
"Huh, okay."
"So lets start with formalities first, okay? I go by Raven. What's your name?"
"Sam. Sam Winchester."
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