Faith opened the car door and slid back in, half landing on Sam in the process. She jingled the key around her finger.
"Room 16. Two queens. Cable. And they have good cheese here."
Dean & Sam
"Awesome. Cheese," Dean said dryly, pulling the car around to the designated room.
"Have you heard from Xavier?" Sam asked her.
Faith
Faith shook her head.
"Not so far, which means he's still in the area. He's been checking in on Cerebro every so often, but nothing much has changed."
Sam & Dean
"Good," Sam nodded.
Dean parked the car and got out.
"I'm gonna head out tonight and scope around," he announced as he made his way to the trunk.
"Not by yourself," Sam insisted as he got out.
"Why not?" Dean frowned.
"Ah... because how many times has this guy almost killed you already?"
"But he hasn't," Dean pointed out with a smile.
Faith
Faith stretched as she left the car, walking to the door and opening the door, letting Sam collect her bag.
"If Sam's going into research mode, I'm going to a strip club."
Sam & Dean
"We don't need to research," Sam pointed out.
"We just need to hunt," Dean smirked, grabbing his clothes bag and slinging it on his shoulder.
"And damn it feels like it's been forever."
"This guy's human, Dean," Sam said under his breath, "careful how much pride you take in it."
"He's not human as far as I'm concerned," Dean said seriously, closing the trunk once Sam had his and Faith's stuff out.
Faith
"That rules out the strip club," Faith said, playfully pouting.
"So, Sam-I-Am, what are we doing tonight then?"
Dean and Sam
The boys walked up side by side, smiling a little.
"Planning," Sam replied.
Faith
Faith flopped down on the bed dramatically.
"Well, how about... you plan, I patrol?"
Dean & Sam
"That defeats the purpose," Dean rolled his eyes, closing the door behind him.
Sam dumped a duffel on Dean's bed, and Dean opened it to start pulling out their weapons.
"We got any humanoid shells?" Dean asked, holding up his sawn-off.
"If we do they're in there somewhere," Sam shrugged.
Faith
Faith glanced out the window.
"I might head out and get something to eat."
Dean & Sam
"I'll have a burger with the lot," Dean put in his order as he pulled out his Colt pistol and lay it down with the cleaning implements.
"I'll get something later," Sam said, looking down the barrel of his .45.
Faith
"If you're sure," Faith said.
She opened the door to the room and left, heading towards the nearest diner.