Hunted

Poker face

Seven long hours later, we pull into a Motel 8 parking lot. Fancy, I know. The rain has let up and now we can see the night sky, with the stars twinkling up at us. It's a pretty chilly, especially at night. We get out of the car and take our stuff with us. I just have the plastic bag, and Dean has a leather duffel, matching his jacket. It's kinda funny, actually. He looks at Sam's duffel bag, and my smile fades. "Hey, it's gonna be alright. We'll find him. I promise." He shoots me a small smile before closing the trunk, leaving Sam's bag behind.

"You good with sharing a room tonight?" Dean asks, looking down at me. "Of course," I say, since we are kind of ruining low on money. From what I can gather, Sam had his wallet (which held most of their money) with him when Meg kidnapped him. We enter the small lobby, and a college age girl is sitting behind the desk, sleeping. Dean awkwardly reaches out to ring the bell. His expression makes me laugh, and he turns around. "What?" He says. "Nothing, just you," I reply, giggling. He once more puts his hand on the bell, ringing it this time. She awakes with a start. It takes a moment for her to focus, and when she does, she turns a bright pink, because she notices how attractive Dean is. If only she saw him fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. I mentally curse at myself and banish the thought from my brain. She fervently tries to smooth down her hair, which has no effect. "Sorry," She says. "I must of dozed off!" She smiles up at Dean, who is clearly not impressed. "We'll take a room with two twin sized beds for the night, please." The girl types some things in on the computer, all the while glancing up at Dean, who isn't responding. I don't know why, but it makes me smile. "Ok, here you go! Enjoy your stay."

On our way out the door, she stops me and whispers, "Girl, if I were you, I'd tap that." My cheeks flush because Dean obviously heard her. I know he's smiling, even though his back is turned to us. We walk out of the main lobby and down the hall to our hotel room. Dean smirks at me, to which I just roll my eyes. This makes him laugh, all the way down to our room, until he opens it up. He takes a step back so I can look in. It's worn-down, but I don't notice anything wrong with it, until I look at the bed. Yes, the bed, not beds. In the corner of the room, a queen sized bed is staring back at us. "That girl put us in the wrong room. I can go back and change it, if you'd like," Dean offers.

"No wonder she got it wrong. She was making googly eyes at you the entire time." Dean shrugs, and I continue.

"But its ok. I'm good with sharing a bed." I know I shouldn't be, but I'm actually fine with the idea of sharing a bed with Dean. I mean, who wouldn't be fine with that? "Are you sure, El?" I nod, smiling at him. "Well, alright. Hey, I'm gonna go to the casino/bar I saw down the road. You good here?"

"Actually, I was thinking about heading down there as well. I don't mean to brag, but I'm pretty good at poker, if I do say so myself." I need some more money, and hopefully I can win a couple hands and get some. "Cool, let's leave in five."

I do my best to make my hair look better, and pull at my eyelashes to make them longer. I want to look at least a little decent if I'm going out. It doesn't work that well, but it's still an improvement from before. After five minutes, we drive over to the place and walk inside. It's darkly lit, which is good. People can't see how bad I look. It's bad because it makes it harder to tell if someone is bluffing during poker. "First I'm gonna go buy a drink. Care to join me?" Dean asks. "Sure," I say, and we sit down at the bar, where a hot chick is serving some other people. She saunters over to us, looking mainly at Dean. Naturally.

"I'll take a Coors Light," Dean says. "And I'll have the same, please," I add. "Sounds good!" Dean pays and she turns around to fill up our glasses. I can see Dean checking her out, and for some reason, it makes me envious. What angers me even more is the fact that she writes her number on the napkin when she hands Dean his drink. He winks at her and she giggles. I just glare at her until she moves down the bar to serve another group of people. Dean catches my frown and laughs at me. "A little jealous, are we?" He chuckles again and takes a sip of his drink, clearly proud of himself. "Oh please. Watch this," I say, a mischievous look in my eye.

I walk down and around the bar, until I find two men who seem pretty hammered. I pull up my boobs and sit down, winking back at Dean, whose smile has long vanished. It makes me happy. "Hey boys," I purr seductively. They take a while to look me up and down, to the point where I almost roll my eyes. Apparently they decided I was hot enough, because they both started trying to impress me. One offers to buy me a drink, to which I accept. I flirt them them for a couple minutes more before returning to Dean, who is scowling. I set my finished glass on the bar and turn to look at him.

"There. Two can play at that game." He lightens up a little and holds up his hands in surrender. "Ok, ok, you win this time. C'mon, let's go kick some asses and play some poker."