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Bri walked into the morgue and up to the reception desk.
"How may I help you?" The nice woman asked.
"Yes, I need to examine the body of Elizabeth Phillips." Bri stated.
"But the police were just here." The receptionist replied.
"Agent Brianna Carson." Bri pulled out her I.D. and badge. "FBI."
"I'm sorry." The receptionist scrambled for words to say. "Right through this door, Room 12." She directed.
"Thank you." Bri smiled and turned away. She walked through a set of swinging doors and beelined into Room 12.
Elizabeth's Phillips' body was on a slab in the middle of the room, covered with a white sheet. Bri walked forward and pulled the sheet back.
It revealed an ordinary woman who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Bri picked up the woman's wrist, looking at the slits. They weren't created by any razor or knife that Bri has ever encountered. They looked like deep scratch marks made by sharp fingernails.
Bri covered the body back up and picked up the clipboard that was next to the woman's head. Bri quickly skimmed the report, finding that Elizabeth Phillips died from drowning in her own blood as opposed to blood loss. She put the clipboard back down and walked out of Room 12.
Bri walked out of the morgue uninterrupted and continued until she reached the sidewalk.
After a few peaceful moments alone as Bri walked down the street, Dean called her.
"Hey, we're finished at the crime scene. Do you want us to pick you up?" Dean offered.
"No, it's fine." Bri replied. "I'll come to you."
"Are you sure?" Dean asked.
Bri teleported into the Impala.
"I'm sure." Bri answered, freaking the living daylights out of Dean. Sam chuckled.
"Don't do that again." He threatened.
"Fine." Bri hung up her phone.
"We should check into a motel and find out what we're dealing with." Sam offered.
"Oh, no." Bri immediately replied. "No, no, no."
The two brothers turned to look at the angel in the backseat.
"I'm not staying in a motel when I am this close to San Francisco. We are checking into a hotel. A really nice hotel." Bri ordered.
"We can't afford that on fake credit cards." Dean argued.
"We can use mine." Bri pulled out a credit card, with the name 'Brianna Carson' on it.
"You sure?" Sam asked.
"I'm sure." Bri replied. Bri made her gun and holster disappear and made sunglasses appear on her face. "Go find a nice hotel." She ordered Dean.
Dean breathed heavily out of his nose and started the Impala. He drove until Bri saw a hotel that satisfied her needs. Dean parked the car in the hotel parking lot.
Just as the three got out of the car, Bri got a phone call. Sam and Dean paused. Bri waved them on as she answer.
Dean grabbed their bags from the car. Sam smiled at Bri and they both continued walking.
"Hey, girrrrrrrrrrl." Bri dragged the word on. "Yeah, I'm free… I could actually use your help anyways… Yeah, I'm at the Pacifica Beach Hotel… Totally! Pop on over… See ya, bitch." Bri hung up.
Bri put her phone in her pocket and walked into the hotel entrance. She saw Dean and Sam at the check-in desk, arguing with a staff member.
Sam had turned around, leaning back on the counter while Dean dealt with the man. He saw Bri and took a few steps forward.
"We're having trouble getting a room." Sam informed her, voice low.
Bri nodded and took the few steps up to the check-in counter. "Is there a problem here?" She asked, possibly to Dean or the staff member.
"Yes, Brianna." Dean turned to the angel. "He's not giving us a room." He gave her a slight pout.
"Is this true?" Bri turned to the staff member, a little in shock.
"It's not that, ma'am, it's just…" The nervous man started.
"First of all…" Bri paused. "What's your name?" She asked, rudely.
"Matthew." He tried to sounds strong.
"First of all, Matthew, I am not a ma'am. You may call me 'miss.'" Bri stated.
"Of course, miss." Matthew's voice lowered.
Sam and Dean sucked in some air behind Bri, surprised at her behavior.
"Second of all, why aren't you giving us a room?" Bri demanded.
"It's just that we don't have any rooms with three beds." Matthew replied, trying to keep his confidence.
"You know what you will do?" Bri asked. "You will give us adjoining rooms, both with two queen beds." Bri ordered.
"Of course, miss. Let me check if any are available." Matthew quickly turned to his computer, checking for available adjoined rooms.
It looked like he started sweating a bit. "I'm sorry, miss, but it seems we don't have any available adjoining rooms with two queen beds."
"Well I'm sorry, but this is unacceptable. I am extremely disappointed with your service. I want to speak to your supervisor." Bri get her game face on.
"Right away, miss." Matthew left to get his manager. Bri watched him walk back with a taller man, explaining the whole situation to him.
"Hello, I'm Anthony. What's seems to be the problem?" He asked, trying to be nice.
"Hello, Anthony." Bri's voice lightened, sounding almost pleasant. "I'm trying to get adjoining rooms for my cousins and I," Bri gestured to the brothers behind her, who immediately straightened up after silently laughing, "and I need two queen beds in each room, and Matthew, here, says that there isn't any available." Bri explained, sounding distraught.
"Let me check again for you." Anthony offered.
"Thank you." Bri replied.
Anthony looked on Matthew's computer, clicking the mouse and dragging a few things around. "There seems to be available adjoining rooms on the fifth floor." Anthony put on a smile.
"Excellent." Bri replied.
"If I could just have a credit card…" Anthony asked for payment.
"Of course." Bri pulled out her fake credit card.
Anthony swiped it and ripped off a piece of paper for Bri to sign. Bri took a pen from a cup on the counter and signed the paper with the least legible handwriting.
"Here are your keys." Anthony handed Bri two keys.
"Thank you very much." Bri smiled and took the keys. As she turned to walk away, she glared at Matthew.
Sam and Dean came up next to her, bags in hand.
"Damn, I can't believe you did that." Dean remarked, chuckling.
"Just some skills I've acquired over the years." Bri shrugged.
Dean laughed under his breath and Sam shook his head, smiling.
All three got into the elevator and Bri pressed the button for level 5. The elevator doors opened and they walked to their rooms, 507 and 508. Bri handed Dean the key for 507 and opened the door for 508. She disappeared inside the room. Dean opened the door for 507. The brothers went in and threw their bags on the floor. Bri opened the door connecting the two rooms on her side and Sam opened the one on their side.
"What did you mean by 'friend'?" Sam asked.
"I have a friend coming. Is that so hard to understand?" Bri replied.
"Is this the same friend you bitched to?" Dean asked, kicking his shoes off and getting on his bed.
"Yes." Bri replied. Her phone rang. "Hold on." She answered it. "Yeah… Room 507." She hung up as their was a knock at the door.
Bri let out a little squeal. She ran to the door and yanked it open. "Celeste!" She yelled.
"Ambriel!" Celeste yelled even louder.
The two hugged and squeezed each other to death.
"Okay, okay. Get inside!" Bri excitedly spoke to Celeste. Bri practically dragged Celeste inside the room as she slammed the door behind them.
"Time to meet the gang." Bri announced. "Celeste, this is Sam and Dean Winchester." Bri pointed to each brother. "Sam, Dean, this is…" Bri gestured to the woman standing next to her, "Celeste."
Celeste was standing tall at 5'3'' with pale skin and dark, dark red hair. Her green eyes looked between the two brothers, while she pressed her nerdy-looking glasses up the bridge of her nose. She had a printed tunic on and gray pants underneath. She had black knee-high boots and a brown messenger back hanging off her shoulder. She had an anklet, a bracelet that said 'escape the ordinary', and a cross necklace on. She has an angel blade tied to her waist.
"Helloooo." Celeste wiggled her fingers.
Dean perked up. "Hey there." He flirted.
"I'm a lesbian. Back off." Celeste rudely replied, holding up her hand.
Dean had a shocked look on his face. Sam was a little less.
"So!" Bri broke in. "Shall we get started?" She clapped her hands.
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