"Grabbed all the towels I could find," Tara says as the trio plus phantom Billy make their way back into the twin occupant hotel room. "Also, it's a good thing this place allows pets." She adds already trying her best to coax the shaking pup away from its mistress.

Sam immediately carries the yet-to-wake-up woman towards her own unmade bed with an instructive "What about the…" but Tara beats her to the punch by nodding to the already open first aid kit near the pillow. Sam grins in pride dropping a kiss to Tara's bowed head when Tara herself manages to coax the still anxious pup to sit between her knees to allow her to towel dry the animal as best as she could letting Sam handle taking care of the pup's owner.

"I think those clothes should go, don't you?"

Sam swallows the threat of bile in her throat at the amount of honest longing coming from the voice in her own head. "Oh, come on Sammy, you can't let the poor girl catch a cold from having to stay in wet clothes longer than needed." At that Sam makes a point of covering at least the top half of the unconscious woman's body with another towel at the offering.

"Spoilsport." Her father grumbles in retaliation as Sam continues quietly cleaning the rain and dirt from the resting woman's face.

Not that her current state could take away just how beautiful she was. Sam only wished she wasn't unconscious considering she was so curious at the color of the woman's eyes.

She guessed green, maybe grey to compliment the army green tee-shirt that was more or less plastered to her skin from the rain.

"Don't even know her name and you're already smiting, huh?" her father teases as Sam's fingers slide thoughtfully through the woman's honey blonde locks. "Or would this be a quick screw then see yo….

"Shut up." Sam snaps back before the question could be finished

Tara and the dog only stare at her with the more human of the two glancing between the darkened tv screen and her glaring older sister. "Do I even what to know what tall, dark, and dead suggested this time?" the younger of the two asks after Sam takes a few steadying breaths.

"To strip her down like she's a piece of rain-soaked meat." Sam growls still shooting angry looks towards the still grinning image leering at her from the tv screen.

Tara only nodes in answer still running her own towel over the dog's back. "That's actually not a….." She starts off thoughtfully, but Sam was already shaking her head in denial

"No way in hell am I…"

"Sam." Tara interrupts still attempting to keep her tone light in the flashes of her sister's anger. "You know as well as I do those cold clothes steal more body heat than they give off and like I was saying who knows how long these two were out in that storm. She doesn't need us adding on just because we didn't change her into something dryer and warmer."

Sam redirects her gaze to inspect her rain-soaked shoes in shame as her younger sister continues talking.

"But really what I was going to suggest was that if you feel that strongly on it then maybe you and Mr. Creeper's eyes should go into the bathroom while I get her changed." Tara finishes

"You can't move her all on your own Tara." Sam points out nodding her head towards her younger sister's still tightly wrapped hand the same moment her passenger gives a commenting "With that hand of yours? Fat chance, brat" In agreement.

Tara sighs in defeat quietly grumbling under her breath as the fingers of her uninjured hand scratch behind the dog's ear as she thinks of a new plan. "Alright, then what if I blindfold you?" Tara offers

At this, both father and daughter give matching "What?" comments as the dog that had brought the unknown women into the sister's lives makes the small jump onto the end of the already crowed twin bed to lay at its mistress's feet with a small, pleased sigh at the closeness.

"Oh, come on Riley no fair," Tara pouts only earning a tired yawn from the dog now resting its muzzle on its paws from the end of the opposite bed before adding a clarifying "What, what? Come on Sam didn't you say once that he sees what you do? So if you can't see her then neither can he."

"Riley?" Sam asks with a low chuckle at the back and forth.

"Nametag." Tara answers tapping a finger towards her own throat to indicate the dog's collar.

"So could that be the pup's name or…" she pauses looking back to the resting woman's face.

True she didn't really have the face for a Riley but who was Sam to judge.

"Riley," Tara says giving her sister a pointily smug grin at the whimpered squeak of a bark that answers her as the dog's tail thumps a few times against the mattress at the sound of his name. "Now how about we cut this short and get back to helping this poor woman warmed up before she catches her death?"

"If she wanted death, we should have left her with that other guy." Billy scoffs from the reflection of the rain-washed window. "Honestly who does she think we are, monsters?"

"I'm nothing like you." Sam snarls throwing the balled-up towel towards the window. The thing fell heavily with a dampened thump to the carpet long before it had a chance to touch Sam's intended target.

"Blindfold time?" Tara asks giving her sister something else to listen to other than the deadpanned "Tell that to Richie, kiddo." Her ghostly father was tormenting her.

Sam shakes her head in denial. "Let's just say I kicked him into the other room, for the rest of the night." She says almost through her teeth as she imagines just that. Tossing even the image of her long-dead father out into the rain and slamming the door in his face. Windows closed and every other means of contacting her disabled at least for the moment as the door rattled on its hinges as it separates them.

Tara only gives a proud grin and offers her uninjured hand up for a high five and a pleased "Nice one, sis." As the two clasped hands in shared amusement.

"Now let's respectfully get our patient proper treatment, shall we?"

Sam bites her lower lip to keep all but a weak giggle from escaping at the honest spark of deadpanned authority in Tara's voice.

"Just go find some dry clothes from my bag, goober, and let me get started on getting these wet clothes off her." Sam scoffs with a playful wink in her sister's direction.

"Respectfully." Tara pressed with a laughed edge to her tone as she limped her way over to the two duffle bags of their spare clothes.

"Of course." Sam agrees already looking towards the guard that was Riley the dog with a whispered "Is it alright with you if I undress your mistress to save her health?"

For a moment the pup looks from one to the other before scooting forward enough to nuzzle his muzzle against Sam's hand.

"Guessing that's a yes."

Riley's tail thumps once more against the mattress in answer.