Dean glances at Elizabeth using the Impala's rearview mirror and isn't shocked to see her reading a Harry Potter book. She can be a total geek when she wants to and often bitches about missing a Doctor Who marathon or a new episode of House. Sam groans slightly, rubbing his eyes and closing his laptop.
"There are only a couple of things that connect these victims."
"Hmm, and what's that," Dean asks, eyes going back to the highway. There's no way that he'll risk damaging his baby because his brother wants his attention.
"They're all almost carbon copies of Liza and then there's the way they were killed." That's great, now he has to worry about some creepy critter trying to murder Elizabeth. "Maybe we should keep Liza out of this one, Dean. I mean, this might not end well if she tags along." Dean knows his brother is right, but also knows that Elizabeth will come anyway and it's safer to keep her close to them.
"We'd have to tie her to a chair and we both know it only takes so long to break out of that."
"We have to do something, Dean."
"No shit," Elizabeth grumbles. "You need to shut up so I can focus on my book." The look she sends their way could have frozen water. "It's just getting to the good part where they encounter Scabior." So it's the last Harry Potter book then, one of her favorites. "Sexy, sexy, Scabior." Dean rolls his eyes, the corners of his mouth drawn into an annoyed frown. He doesn't understand her fixation with the rugged Snatcher when Sirius Black exists. Or better yet, Dean's real and knows exactly how to make her writhe. My God, Dean thinks incredulously, I'm jealous of a fictional character. He shakes his head slightly in disbelief.
Dean slows down slightly as he enters Tulsa, noticing immediately that it's much larger than he thought it was, not to mention busy as all get out.
"Just like I remember," Elizabeth muses upon looking out the window. She'd gone to college here for a year and a half after graduating high school in Sioux Falls and Dean has some distinctly uncomfortable memories of hanging out her window so her roommate wouldn't catch them.
"I hope the Long John Silver's here is as good as you promised," Sam states, turning slightly in his seat to look at her. She might as well be his sister at this point. They'd been passed off as siblings in elementary school, almost twins since they're the same age. Elizabeth shrugs her shoulders, putting her book away and pulling out her phone.
"You and me both, Sammy, you and me both." Dean chuckles a little, pulling into the parking lot of a Super 8 where all of them will be staying for however long it takes to gank the critter responsible for this mess. "Uncle Bobby said he called ahead to book us rooms and told the clerk that I'd come in to get the room keys."
"Alright, we'll wait for ya here, I guess." Elizabeth nods, grabbing her messenger bag and fake I.D. and heading into the motel to get the room keys.
Elizabeth stretches a little after getting out of the Impala, yawning before walking into the motel's lobby. A ginger-haired teen is manning the front desk, listening to the quiet murmur of a cop that's leaning his arms on the counter. "Be with you in a minute," the clerk tells Elizabeth in a mousy voice, holding up one finger in case she couldn't hear him. The cop turns around slightly, blue eyes growing wide and his face going pale when he sees Elizabeth.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," Elizabeth tells him with a flirty smile.
"Sorry, I don't mean to stare," the cop says, holding out a hand for her to shake. Elizabeth does so, taking in the defined cheekbones and his straight nose. "I'm Alexander Clarke."
"Lorraine Gamgee." He gives her a smile and nods at the clerk before heading out of the motel. He grins over his shoulder at her, brushing some dark brown hair off of his face. With one last glance at him, Elizabeth moves over to the front desk and gives the teen a kind smile. "My uncle called ahead and booked two rooms under the name Pete Gamgee." The clerk turns to his computer and begins to type until he finds what he's looking for.
"Yeah, it's right here." He spins the chair around and scoots it over to the key card box before scooting back over to Elizabeth and handing them over. "Thanks for choosing Super 8 as your place to stay." She gives him a slight nod before moving back out to the car, shocked when she sees the cop from earlier leaning in the passenger's side window and talking to the guys. With raised brows, Elizabeth tilts her head and admires the way Clarke's Wranglers fit him.
"Liza, you okay back there?" She glances over Clarke's shoulder at Dean, giving him a devious smirk.
"Oh, I'm more than alright," she assures him. Clarke looks over his shoulder at her, giving a confused grin.
"This fine officer is Alexander Clarke. He was just warning us to take extra precautions while that weirdo's out on the loose and killin' women." Elizabeth nods, leaning against the Impala without taking her eyes off Clarke.
"Well, then, I guess it's a good thing we all have concealed carry licenses." Clarke clears his throat, looking down at the ground. "Don't worry, Officer, I know what I'm doing."
"I'm sure you do, Miss Gamgee," he murmurs with a soft smile that lights up his handsome face. Sam rolls his eyes, going back to reading his book. "Well, I have to get back to work. Hopefully I'll see you around." At Dean's loud snort, a blush appears on Clarke's face. "Ma'am, gentlemen," he nods, walking back to his cruiser as Elizabeth gets in the car and stretches out.
"What rooms did your uncle book for us," Sam asks. She tosses the two key cards in the front between the brothers, picking her Harry Potter book back up and beginning to read where she'd left off. Smiling to herself, she settles in with a throw blanket over her feet, a book in her hand, and a classic rock song playing on the radio.
This is the life for me.