In Need of R&R

[Elise Danvers]

Lise crashed on the bed. She had new nicks and cuts from tonight's fight. The demon she was fighting just didn't like the idea of being sent back to Hell. He made damn sure, to go down fighting. She cleaned the minor injuries, which there were a few. There was only one cut on her left leg that required a few stitches. She quickly took care of it and bandaged the wound.

The sassy brunette had no choice from a young age to learn to care for her own injuries. She suffered many at the hands of her father and stepmother. Each one she was afraid to show or get it treated by professionals. Instead she treated herself. It was a skill that helped her to this day. She made sure to keep the proper medical supplies on hand, just for an occasion like this. She just hoped it didn't leave a scar on her thigh.

She laid back once her work was done and cracked open a beer. Sure she knew she shouldn't mix alcohol and pain meds, but she hadn't had much of either one. She just wanted to relax. She snagged up the remote and started channel surfing.

[Sam Winchester]

Sam was walking towards the motel room Dean said they would be staying at. He looked at the different numbers on each door. So far no luck finding the room they would be staying at. As he continued his walk to the room he began to try and different of some way to destroy Dean’s contract without Dean going to hell. The only thing he was able to conjure in his head was to kill Lilith. But that idea seemed very impossible. Sam had finally found the number that Dean said they were staying at. Putting his hand on the knob he tried jiggling it. It was locked and he had no key. He knocked on the door.

“Dean. It’s me, Sam. Let me in.”

[Elise Danvers]

Lise was letting the soft noise of the tv lull her to sleep. She had actually started to doze off when she heard the knock on the door. She jumped slightly. She was rewarded with a sharp pain in her newly stitched leg for her troubles. She looked over at the door. She hadn't been excepting someone. She wondered who the Hell it could be.

She stood up from the bed and snagged her silver dagger from the dresser. She didn't know what to expect and she wasn't going to take any chances. She listened closely to hear a man's voice. She couldn't make out what he was saying but she knew it was defiantly male.

She looked through the peephole. He was attractive and very tall. She placed the dagger off to the side. She would have it close by if she needed it. The locks clicked as the sassy brunette unlocked them. She stood face to face with what she would call a giant. He was so much taller than she was, by over a foot. He was broad and muscular. She cocked a brow. "Hi. Can I help you?", she tried her best to hide her deep gash on her thigh from her 'visitor'.

[Sam Winchester]

Sam was a little startled at the brunette who answered the door. He was definitely not Dean that was for sure. He looked over the brunette into the motel room half expecting to find Dean in there. Dean was a ladies man but to bring a woman back to a motel room was a little unlike him but it was Dean so lord only knows. He looked back down at the brunette. She was cute.

“ummm….I…I think I might have the wrong room…I’m.. looking for my brother, Dean.” He said giving her a cheesy smile.

[Elise Danvers]

“ummm….I…I think I might have the wrong room…I’m.. looking for my brother, Dean.”

She smiled and laughed lightly. So far this guy seemed safe. Or at least safe by her standards. She couldn't help but notice his height. Lise always did fancy tall men. She opened the door just a bit more. It gave him a view of the inside of the room. She looked behind her, as if she were looking for someone. "Nope no one named Dean here. Just little old me and my name is Lise." She winked at him. His little smile was cute. She could only guess he melted hearts with that one.

[Sam Winchester]

Sam looked past over the brunette again and this time fully scanned the room. No, Dean. In a way he felt a little abandoned by it. He fished in his jacket pocket for his cell. Once his hands were on it he dialed Dean’s number. He was about ready to chew into Dean for giving him the wrong motel number and making a complete ass out of himself. He waited but the line on the other end just kept ringing until it went to Dean’s voicemail. He hung up. He wasn’t going to chew Dean out over a voicemail he wanted to do it face to face.

He let out a sigh and shook his head. He felt very embarrassed and his cheeks were starting to get a red from it. He looked down at the small woman standing before him. She was right he was a giant compared to her height. He gave her another smile. He couldn’t believe he was going to ask her this question but it was starting to get dark out. He didn’t want the risk of being open bait to whatever was lurking outside. He really had no where to go and he had no weapons to defend himself. He couldn’t even spot Dean’s black Impala.

“I’m sorry but this is really odd for me to ask… I’m mean I never really ask people of this… but is it ok if I stay in your room for a while until my brother calls me? I’m scared of the dark…”

[Elise Danvers]

“I’m sorry but this is really odd for me to ask… I’m mean I never really ask people of this… but is it ok if I stay in your room for a while until my brother calls me? I’m scared of the dark…”

The brunette couldn't help but laugh. She opened the door for him to walk in. She figured he was kidding about the whole fear of the dark thing, but she decided to play on it anyway. He was a hottie after all. "Sure" She giggled. "Wouldn't want the things that go bump in the night to get you. Come on in." She knew good and well there were things out there that would make even the strongest man uneasy.

As he walked inside Lise, snagged up the dagger and threw it in a drawer. She didn't want him to think she was crazy or even dangerous. Though under her soft and small exterior, she was dangerous, just not to the average 'Joe'. There was a slight limp in her movements. The wound on her leg was still very tender. The pain medication only carried her so far. "You only get special points cause you're cute". She winked softly and closed the door behind her.

Lise didn't have a problem telling someone what was on her mind. She had been blunt since she finally moved away from home. She had been a different person while living with her step mother and father. She was withdrawn and quiet. On her own, she could be herself. She didn't know his name. She offered him a smile. "Whats your name and would you like a beer?"

[Sam Winchester]

He smiled at the girl welcoming him into her motel room. The room was a little dingy but it was a little bit of a rundown motel room. He moved over to the table and sat down in one of the chairs. He was hunched over with this hand intertwined. He was being polite and letting Elise have the bed. He looked at the girl and caught a slight glimpse of her cut. He tilted his head trying to get a better look at it. He was kind of looking like a pervert trying to stare at the crotch area.

“What’s wrong with your leg?” He asked her.

[Elise Danvers]

“What’s wrong with your leg?”

She caught his eyes well before she heard his words. He was looking at her injured leg....or at least she hopped he was. She made a motion to hide it a bit. "It's nothing. It's just a nasty cut. I had to get stitches for it." She laughed a bit, "I'm such a klutz sometimes."

In all actuality Lise was anything but a klutz. She was very graceful for someone of her stature. Being thrown hard against he corner of a table wasn't easily avoided though. Damn that demon was a brute. "Don't worry about it. I'm a tough gal." She smirked softly and gave him a wink.

Lise figured she would play the good hostess. She got uo from the bed. This actually let her shorts come down to cover, some of the cut. The soft material of her shorts rubbed at her wound. Sure it stung, but the pain was pretty limited. "Would you like something to drink? I've got beer." She smiled over at him.