Bubblegum and Blood Roses ● Supernatural FanFic {𝔾𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝}

Chapter 16: 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕕 𝔹𝕦𝕘𝕤 𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕖

Cansas dragged herself out of her truck when she found a suitable motel to crash in for the night. Her back, ribs, and shoulder barking in pain as she hit the ground at bit too hard. She hoped it wasn't too bad--that that werewolf hadn't dug too deep into her flesh.

Cansas had tried to take a look at her back quickly before getting in the car, but she'd only been able to see red had stained her white shirt, all but turning it the same color. She had pulled her leather jacket on before walking into the animal shelter as to not cause alarm to the volunteers.

Now her wounds were all but screaming as she grabbed her bag from the back and hobbled to the lobby of this crummy motel. And the god sticking to her like a shadow was of no help.

"Really? This is the place you picked?" He asked. Cansas shot him a glare, thoroughly over his antics. It helped her mood a little bit when he had changed into a pair of dark jeans, boots, a maroon button-up shirt, and a gray-green jacket with a snap of his fingers before he had gotten into her truck. It was much better than the get-up he had paraded around in back at the bar.

"It's all I can afford, jackass." Cansas huffed.

"Ah, yes, the joys of being a hunter." Loki let out a long breath through his nose. "Why not just get a normal human job that pays you money so you don't have to sleep in one of these like a cockroach?"

"Asks the main reason as to why I continue to slave away in this line of work."

"Oh, candy. You always have such sweet things to say. It makes my heart burst knowing I give you such purpose in life." Cansas ignored him as she pushed through the smudged glass door.

The lobby was deserted except for the older woman sitting behind the desk who looked like she had been chain-smoking her whole life--a cigarette in her mouth being the cherry on top. She watched them approach her with dull, watery eyes which her hooded lids had been brushed over with a sickening color of green. She only blinked when Cansas stopped before her desk.

"One room with two beds please." Cansas watched the woman take the cigarette from her mouth and pulled a thick line of smoke from her lungs.

"Only singles." She rasped before replacing the cigarette back between her chalky red-colored lips. Cansas looked about the lobby finding, again, zero other people within its hold.

The place was deserted. No one had probably stepped foot inside in a few weeks. And the fact that there were only two other cars in the parking lot, presumably one being this woman's, only solidified what Cansas was thinking.

"You really don't have a single room with two beds available." The woman blinked slowly again at her. Slowly--so slowly--the woman pulled the cigarette from her mouth and exhaled another line of smoke, some of it directed Cansas' way.

"Really." She deadpanned. "Do you want a room or not?" Cansas sighed, pressing the heel of her palm into her right eye to try her hardest to keep the headache from forming behind it.

"Yes. Two." The woman put her half-smoked cigarettes back in her mouth, breathing in deeply, as she went about signing them in. Cansas found the whole process to move rather slowly but said nothing more, quickly paying and exiting the lobby.

"Sheesh. She seems like a bundle of fun." Loki asked once the glass doors swung shut with a bang.

"Eh. You never know. Get enough smokes in her she might become a party animal." Cansas joked as she made her way down the row of motel rooms.

"Talking about party animals;" Loki said as she came to a stop at the door labeled H-20, her room for the night. "how about you and me crack open a bottle of Johnnie Walker and have a nice night in the world's nicest motel." He said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, leaning against the door. Cansas stared at him blankly for a long moment, unamused.