I know if I go...
WHO: Dean Winchester and Lisa Braeden
WHERE: Room 304
WHEN: About ten seconds after this chat tag
WHAT: Dean doesn't believe it until he sees her with his own eyes.
Dean couldn't believe it. He had stared at the computer screen hoping his eyes were deceiving him from the jump but her name never changed. He wasn't hallucinating. Lisa Braeden just messaged him on the Hotel network.
He sat at his desk more several more seconds after he had her room number. Just down the hall. In Anna's old room.
Dean pushed back from the computer, the chair moving so fast in reverse that it toppled over as he got out of it and marched out of his room and down to room 304. Heavy, furious steps that started to soften as he approached. Several different emotions churned through him. He was mad, he was terrified. His brain processed thoughts that had nothing to do with him. First how he'd rip this hotel apart brick by brick if it really was Lisa and second...Ben. Where was Ben? Was Ben here to? Please no. Don't let this really be Lisa either.
He stopped in front of her door, realizing belatedly that he forgotten to bring a weapon. Probably for the best. He was getting a little to trigger happy as of late.
And instead of kicking in or pounding on the door, after a flew nervous flexes of his hand...the hunter very politely, quietly rapped on the door.
WHERE: Room 304
WHEN: About ten seconds after this chat tag
WHAT: Dean doesn't believe it until he sees her with his own eyes.
Dean couldn't believe it. He had stared at the computer screen hoping his eyes were deceiving him from the jump but her name never changed. He wasn't hallucinating. Lisa Braeden just messaged him on the Hotel network.
He sat at his desk more several more seconds after he had her room number. Just down the hall. In Anna's old room.
Dean pushed back from the computer, the chair moving so fast in reverse that it toppled over as he got out of it and marched out of his room and down to room 304. Heavy, furious steps that started to soften as he approached. Several different emotions churned through him. He was mad, he was terrified. His brain processed thoughts that had nothing to do with him. First how he'd rip this hotel apart brick by brick if it really was Lisa and second...Ben. Where was Ben? Was Ben here to? Please no. Don't let this really be Lisa either.
He stopped in front of her door, realizing belatedly that he forgotten to bring a weapon. Probably for the best. He was getting a little to trigger happy as of late.
And instead of kicking in or pounding on the door, after a flew nervous flexes of his hand...the hunter very politely, quietly rapped on the door.