Motels sucked. But having a pissed off demon after you, well, lets just say that sucked even more.

Marisa Ryan threw down her duffel bag, and sat down on the edge of the creaky bed. I hope these sheets are clean. Marsia thought, as she unzipped her bag. Pulling out her winter pajamas, she got up and went into the dirty bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Sam dropped his own things onto the bed and sighed, "Do you always have to say something to piss her off?" he asked.

Dean looked at him and frowned, "I didn't say a thing! She's the one who started flipping out on me in the car" he said, throwing his own bag down.

The door to the bathroom opened again, and Marisa came out, dressed in a long black shirt and neon green leggings. Dean opened his mouth to say someting, but stopped when Sam glared at him. Throwing her clothes into the bag, Marisa climbed into bed and pulled the surprisingly soft sheets up to her shoulders. Dean and Sam exchanged looks, and went back to setting their things up.

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Marisa woke up to the sound of a book falling on the floor. Sitting up, she found Dean sitting on his bed. Marisa watched, as he held a bunch of papers in his hand, while chewing on a pen.

"Where's Sam?" she asked, making him jump out of his trance.

He looked over at her, then back at the papers. "He went to get some food," he said.

Marisa got out of bed and picked up the book that fell on the floor. Reading the title, she bit back a laugh. Dean looked up at her, "What's so funny?" he asked.

Holding the book up for him to see, she smirked. "A Woman's Guide To Witchcraft?" she asked, with a playful smile.

"Wow Rissa, I didn't know you wrote a book about yourself!" Dean said, with a grin.

Marisa rolled her eyes, and tossed the book onto the nighttable, and sat down on the edge of Dean's bed. Almost every inch was covered in papers. Newspaper articles, maps, notes. Marisa picked up a random map and saw red marks covering it. Taking a closer look, she saw that they were little x's, covering each city in the state.

"What are you doing with all this?" she asked, putting the map down.

"It's for work" said Dean, playing around with Sam's computer. "I hate this thing.." he muttered. hitting the keys a little too hard.

"God Dean!' Marisa cried out, grabbing the computer away from him.

Dean smirked, "Now, if only you were laying across my bed..." he started.

"Please don't make me throw up," she snapped, trying to fix the mess he made. "What the hell were you trying to do here?" she asked, typing away.

Finally, Marisa managed to unfreeze the screen and started to scroll down the webpage, reading at what she saw. Quickly, she handed the laptop back to him, as if it had burned her. Dean looked at her, then at the laptop.

"What?" he asked, as she shook her head.

"It's...Dean...That.." she tried to find the right words to say, but nothing would come out.

Suddenly, the sound of the Impala pulling into the front of the motel, made them both jump. Marisa quickly got off the bed, knocking a few papers to the floor as she went.

"Marisa!" Dean shouted, before she ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

The door to the room opened, and Sam came in holding two bags of takeout. Dean looked at his younger brother, and debated on telling him of what just happened, but decided not too. Setting the papers aside, he joined his brother at the small table. A few seconds later, Marisa came out of the bathroom, startling both Sam and Dean. Grabbing the box of lo mein, she looked at them both, and quickly went back into the bathroom.

"She took the lo mein!" Dean cried, mouth filled with an egg roll.

"What did you do?" Sam asked, as Dean whimpered for the lo mein.

"Sam! She took the freakin lo mein!" he cried, before taking another bite of his egg roll.