Demon Blood: A Supernatural Fanfiction

Chapter 3: Demon Trouble

It was nearly dark out by the time their clothes dried fully and they had decided they needed a place to spend the night. There was a motel down the street from the restaurant they ate in, but instead they chose a place across town that looked a bit less sketchy. None of them were prepared to fight anything in their current state, so sketchy was not the path they wanted to go down.

“For the last time, two rooms, one with two queens and one with one!” Mallory’s voice came dangerously close to yelling. “I am not sleeping in the same room as two people I don’t know and hardly trust!”

“We are not letting you out of our sight!” countered Dean, his cheeks puffing out. “After what happened earlier, we cannot risk you being somewhere other than the same room!”

“Guys, guys, guys!” Sam yelled, pushing himself in between the two. “Be quiet!” They both shut up immediately and glared daggers at each other.

“What about the deluxe room? Two beds, separated by a wall? And an extra sink? Might be helpful?” the concierge offered nervously, not wanting to get caught in the line of glare. He flinched as they both turned toward him, but they had stopped glaring at each other and were now just flat-out ignoring each other.

“That works.” Sam said, digging his wallet out of his back pocket. “We’ll take it.”

“No. Let me.” Mallory pushed Sam aside and grabbed her own wallet from her pocket. “I got you into this mess.”

“Thanks.” Sam said. Dean looked away.

“Floor two, room two-seventy-nine.” The visibly relieved concierge handed them the key. He noticed the woman wasn’t wearing any shoes as they walked away.

Mallory pulled open the door to their motel room and almost immediately walked into the bathroom door, colliding with it face-on. The space between the door to the hallway and the door to the bathroom was so small it was almost nonexistent. She sighed and chose the left ‘bedroom’ to flop onto.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Sam and Dean playing rock-paper-scissors. Sam won- rock over scissors- and pumped his fist, taking off his suit jacket as he walked into the other room. Dean rolled his eyes and followed.

Fiddling with the buttons on her blouse to undo them, Mallory walked into the boys’ bedroom to announce she was taking a shower and stopped short when she realized both of them had their shirts off. She was halfway back to the entryway when suddenly a sneeze overtook her and they both turned around. She turned beet red and stammered, “Having- having a shower. Just thought- thought you might want to know.”  Biting her lip, she turned around and rushed out of the room. A moment of silence followed, then Sam and Dean both burst out laughing. She couldn’t have helped but notice the stitched-up line of red on Dean’s shoulder and the other on his stomach.

Mallory emerged from the steamy shower, wrapping herself in a towel and squeezing out her hair. Sam knocked and entered, and the two made eye contact- green on brown- then Sam promptly left the bathroom. Mallory grinned and decided she could get used to this. She grabbed yesterday’s clothes along with a paperclip she had fashioned into a crude comb and got herself as ready as she could with no supplies. Placing a hand on the doorknob, she looked in the foggy mirror one last time and took a deep breath, centering herself. Then she left the room.

“I’m out; whoever wants to use it can use it!” Mallory called, walking through the entryway to her side of the room. A small moment passed, and then Sam said, “Scissors! You always pick scissors!” She smiled to herself and grabbed her necklace, turning around and bumping smack into Sam.