He had gotten back early that morning. That made it the thirty-second trip Sam had made to the Crossroads demon and the thirty-third deal he had proposed. No demon would touch a Winchester. His father was in hell for good and his brother had joined him leaving the one and only Winchester behind. Whiskey had become his replacement brother and he was fine with that. Between hunting anything and everything and making weekly trips to the Crossroads demons he had gotten down to a pretty sad-sack routine.
He didn't know when housekeepers decided to let themselves in or if the fleabag motel he was staying in even had housekeepers. But, he refused to open his eyes and if she wanted to clean the room, then hell, he would let her
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"Okay, first of all? There are enough wards on this place that any demon who was trying to get in would choke before they managed to steal your booze. Second of all? You smell like a garbage truck, so I'd appreciate it if you took two big steps back. Thanks a bunch."
She reached up and wrapped her hand around his wrist, before shoving him back, and readjusting the bottles in her hand, before raising an eyebrow. "My name is Cordelia Chase. I've been sent by the Powers to help you get your act together."
Now that she was actually looking at him, she could admit that if he wasn't a gross mess, he had the potential to be really attractive. But a hot mess, whether it's formerly just hot or not really wasn't desirable on any level and only reinforced that she had a job to do. Operation: Clean Up Sammy was in effect, and Cordy was on the job.
"The Powers?" he asked. He slurred a bit, as well, considering he was probably still a little drunk. He huffed and sniffed himself. Whatever, He smelled like a garbage truck. what did she care? And how did she get in? "Thanks a bunch?" He laughed a that, a good hearty, intoxicated laugh.
"Cordelia, let me save you the effort. I'm fine. And I have my act together. You can leave now. Please be gone," he said, pointing at her and then disappearing in the bathroom. Closing the door, he unzipped and gave into the already broken seal. He just hoped she'd be gone by the time he returned.
Sam didn't know Cordelia that well, and she could be just as stubborn as he was. She just sighed heavily, moving over to one of the tables and started lining up the bottles for her to clean up later. Once she was finished with that, she found a chair that wasn't completely filthy, and sat down in it, crossing her legs in front of her as she waited.
She wasn't going to screw this one up. And if Sam was going to fight her, fine. She was just going to fight him right back.
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He didn't know when housekeepers decided to let themselves in or if the fleabag motel he was staying in even had housekeepers. But, he refused to open his eyes and if she wanted to clean the room, then hell, he would let her ( ... )
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She reached up and wrapped her hand around his wrist, before shoving him back, and readjusting the bottles in her hand, before raising an eyebrow. "My name is Cordelia Chase. I've been sent by the Powers to help you get your act together."
Now that she was actually looking at him, she could admit that if he wasn't a gross mess, he had the potential to be really attractive. But a hot mess, whether it's formerly just hot or not really wasn't desirable on any level and only reinforced that she had a job to do. Operation: Clean Up Sammy was in effect, and Cordy was on the job.
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"Cordelia, let me save you the effort. I'm fine. And I have my act together. You can leave now. Please be gone," he said, pointing at her and then disappearing in the bathroom. Closing the door, he unzipped and gave into the already broken seal. He just hoped she'd be gone by the time he returned.
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Sam didn't know Cordelia that well, and she could be just as stubborn as he was. She just sighed heavily, moving over to one of the tables and started lining up the bottles for her to clean up later. Once she was finished with that, she found a chair that wasn't completely filthy, and sat down in it, crossing her legs in front of her as she waited.
She wasn't going to screw this one up. And if Sam was going to fight her, fine. She was just going to fight him right back.
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