Chapter 4:

"Hey, Jaz, wakie wakie," Dean sighed, turning around in his seat. Jaz was spread across the back seat of the Impala, her arm folded under her head, breath coming evenly as she slept. Dean reached back and gently shook her. "Hey—."

Jaz's hand shot up and grabbed Dean's wrist as her eyes flashed open. Dean simply raised an eyebrow questioningly. Jaz let go abruptly, pushing herself up. "Sorry. We here?"

"Ya. Stay here. I'll get us a room." He paused. "You okay with one room?"

"I'm a little short on money. One room's fine," she replied.

"No, it's okay, if you want two rooms, Sammy and I can spring for it," Dean told her.

Jaz smiled slyly. "Ever the gentleman. One room's fine, thanks."

Dean smiled in return and nodded. "Alright. Be right back." He got out and walked through the parking lot and to the front desk.

Stretching her arms, Jaz let out a sigh. "What time is it?"

Sam checked his watch. "About ten-thirty."

Jaz let out a small grunt, looking over to Sam. "Crap. I knew I shouldn't have slept in the car. I'll have a Hell of a time falling asleep tonight."

"You were only asleep for like four hours," Sam told her. "Another six will be fine. I'm going to put in a call to Bobby, see what he's got so far, and do some research of my own tonight. We'll see what we come up with."

With a nod of agreement from Jaz, the two waited until Dean came back with two room keys. They lugged their stuff into the motel room and Jaz showered first, getting into her pajamas, and came back into the room. Dean was on the laptop and Sam was talking on the phone, a pad of paper in front of him with notes on it and a pencil in his hand. Jaz waited and listened as she towel-dried her hair.

"…Okay. You check up on abandoned buildings nearby?" Sam asked, continuing to write on the pad of paper. He paused, nodding as whoever was on the phone replied, and jotted down a couple more things. "Yea, that sounds promising. We'll check them out, see what we come up with." He paused again. "Yea, no, it'd take you a good sixteen hours at least to get down here. Ah…you know of anyone close by that we could trust with this sort of thing?" He nodded a few times again. "Okay. We'll see what we're up against and I'll call you if we need backup." Sam smiled as he listened to the voice on the other line. "Yea, Bobby, I know. We'll be careful, I promise." The smile faded as Bobby said something else. "That's a last resort, Bobby. We probably won't need her help. We've got the knife, anyway." Sam missed the glared that Dean gave to his brother's back, but Jaz caught it. "Alright. Talk to you later." Sam closed the cell phone.

"What'd he say?" Jaz asked, hanging the towel over a chair.

"There's definitely signs of demonic activity in the area," Sam said, speaking to both Jaz and Dean, "just nothing that's raised any flags. No deaths or anything, just omens. Bobby dug around and found four likely buildings that the demons would be at. I've got the addresses here," he said, tapping the pad of paper with his pencil. "I'm going to do some research on them, dig up some floor plans if I can, a history, that sort of thing. We'll check them out first thing tomorrow. Chances are we'll find them, but if not we'll go back and see what we missed. If we do find them, as soon as it gets dark we'll go in and get him out."

Jaz shifted her weight on her feet and nodded, looking away. "Okay."

"Jaz, we will find him, but we're gonna go in smart," Sam said quietly.

"I know, I know," she said tightly. She looked back to him. "Who's the last resort?"

Sam's expression seemed to close off and he glanced over to Dean briefly. "Get some sleep, Jaz. You can take that bed. Dean and I will chance the other one." Jaz narrowed her eyes in confusion. Sam smiled. "Rock, paper, scissors."

Jaz let out a half smile. "Uh huh." She let out a small breath, looking from Sam to Dean and shrugged. "Fine keep your air of mystery," she said, walking over to her bed. "But if it does come down to it, I don't want to leave anything to chance. If this last resort could help us, you call them. I don't want to take any chances with my brother's life."

Sam met Jaz's firm eyes and nodded once. "Alright."

Climbing into the bed and under the covers, Jaz reached over and picked up the book she'd put on the bedside table, opening it to where she'd left the bookmark. She looked up briefly, subtly, through her eyelashes at the two young men, quirking a dismissive eyebrow and letting out a silent sigh as she started the novel.

"Jaz?"

"Yea?" she asked, glancing up.

"If we do run into anything tomorrow, is there a, ah…code word or something that I could tell Trevor so he knows we're with you?" Sam asked. "He might be scared, confused, and I want him to know we're there to help."

Jaz's face tightened and she nodded. "Yea. Tell him Perseus."

Sam smiled slightly. "Perseus. Nice."

Jaz gave him a flicker of a smile before looking back to her book. Sam noticed that she stared blankly at the first page for about ten minutes before she actually turned the page.