When Felicity entered the Snoqualmie Inn she smiled. It was exactly what one would imagine when you thought about getting away for the weekend and thankfully nothing like the hotel in The Shining. Roaring fire, check. Chairs covered in dark green, check. Wood panelling, check. Pictures of ducks and other woodland creatures, check. A vague smell of cider over wood smoke, check. Despite them being here for very murderous reasons, the town and inn had definite woodsy appeal.

"We have a reservation under Smoak, Felicity," Oliver said to the clerk, an elderly woman in a wool sweater with different color pine trees. Check.

"How was the drive in?"

"Fine," Oliver said. "You're not expecting snow, right?"

He bumped Felicity playfully.

"Well you never know," the woman said, turning away.

Felicity gave Oliver a 'see?' look but he just rolled his eyes. There was a sound behind them and she turned to see two startlingly attractive men enter. One was tall with wide shoulders and hair that looked even glossier than hers and features found mostly in Vampire novels - innocent eyes, wide lips. The second she could only see in profile for a moment, though even then, he was attractive. When he turned and met her eyes, his grin spread wide and definitely roguish, she swallowed. Hot. Felicity turned back. She knew danger when she saw it, and he had danger written all over him - or player, or douchebag. Whatever it was, she wanted no part of it. They were here on business. There was an Oliver in the room. She had danger enough in her life.

"Here you go, 2 rooms, right? It's so nice to see couples respecting the old ways.."

"We're not a couple," Oliver said.

"Awesome," a voice said behind them.

They both turned to see the roguish one was now standing behind them, the same smile on his face. He looked at her appraisingly, "hey."

There was some form of noise from Oliver and both Felicity and the man looked over to him. Oliver was in full Arrow mode. Felicity waited for the man to pick up on it, but instead his smile became even wider. "You guys checked in?" He said innocently and enthusiastically. "I'm just dying to get in and try this famous Snoqualmie Inn cider."

"Oh you've come just at the right time, we've had an especially good harvest," the woman behind the counter said. "And you'll love our cider donuts."

"Cider donuts," the man said, "I can't imagine anything sweeter."

Oliver grabbed everything from the counter and slung his bag back on his shoulder, turning towards her and pushing them out of the way. The man smiled widely at Felicity and then turned back to the woman.

"Dean Winchester, checking in," he said casually.

Felicity was thinking about the name when Oliver tensed beside her. She followed his gaze to where the second man was. He was standing at the table where the local newspaper was fanned out. The man was reading the article on the front page with a document next to it. Felicity looked down, the article was about the second murder. The page he was comparing it too was the computer print-out of an article about the first murder, the same article she had read to Oliver in the car. Oliver whispered in her ear, "you got his name, right?"

"Dean Winchester," Felicity said softly back.

"Let's look them up."

Before she could think about why two people as handsome as Oliver would be looking into the same thing they were the door opened and a man in a suit and trench coat entered. She stopped when she saw him. He stopped when he saw her. For a moment they just regarded each other. She took in the suit that looked like he had been wearing for far too long and the kind face. He gave her a little smile and she returned it.

"Felicity," Oliver said, pulling at her.

"Hmm?" Felicity said dazedly.

"Elevator's are this way," she felt a tug at her arm.

She turned towards Oliver, "he seems nice."

"Who?"

Felicity blinked and realized she wasn't sure who she meant. Oliver just gave her a look and kept his hand on her arm, guiding her into the elevators.

"All checked in," Dean said. "You see the blonde?"

"Yeah," Sam said. "The guy looked really familiar..."

"She's single."

"How did you find that out?"

"He said they weren't a couple," Dean smiled widely. "I like Shawinigan. I like Shawinigan a lot."

"Apart from the series of brutal murders..." Sam said and then looked back to Castiel. "Hey Cas."

"She's a good person," Castiel said. "Felicity Smoak."

"Who - what?" Dean said.

"That's her name. The blonde. I heard the guy say it," Sam said. "But how did - she's a good person?"

Castiel nodded, "Shawinigan is a place of spirits. We must be careful."

"Felicity is good. Shawinigan is bad. You're kind of full Cas right now," Dean said.

"She is good. And Shawinigan is a place of spirits," Castiel said, "I have to go to the water."

Castiel turned and walked out of the Inn. Dean looked at Sam.

"Should we follow him?" Sam said.

"Nah, he's a big boy. Let's get set-up." Dean picked up his bags and went with Sam to the elevators. "So when he says good, do you think he means... good in all things?"

"You're just skipping past his whole thing about this being a place of spirits?"

"I was getting to that," Dean said. "But do you think good could-?"