Here There Be Monsters [Dean/Open]

[samwinchester]

Sam's fingers gently rapped against the touchpad of the laptop in front of him. He sat in another cheap hotel room, waiting for Dean to come back with whatever God awful fastfood burger he was craving. After being on the road for so long, you began to crave a good, healthy meal, instead of take-out every night. He let out a long sigh as he stared back at the laptop screen, and the numerous opened internet tabs of research sites stared back at him.

They'd heard of some odd phenomenons and deaths happening in Kansas and had come to investigate. So far they hadn't found anything, but that didn't keep him from trying to look further into the incidents and deaths. He took a swig from the cold beer sitting next to his laptop. "C'mon Dean, you should have been back by now."

[Zenon Yishuv]

These...BARBEQUE things were so dangerous! People would flail flaming sticks and claim it was something called roasting marshmallows and OH GOSH it was all kinds of 2SPOOKY scary in her humble opinion! Right now, she couldn't be bothered to fumble with her keys and try to find her room on some floor that wasn't this one...she had to get away from those psychopaths setting things on fire! There was no way she wanted to be next, the portfolio happened to explain how any normal human in their right mind would want to re-dead her. The hunters though, oh geeze, they were at least twenty times scarier and made her all kinds of panicked.

Mostly, all she heard were rumors about some and such...never really encountered any herself. The amount of thankful Zenon was for that happened to be a whoooole lot! So for now, she was just going to go with how she was a traveling magician and her name was Bertha Faust, that matched the identity she was using here anyway so why not? Knocking...okay more like pounding on the door frantically hoping someone was in there and didn't just stupidly leave their lights on! Readjusting her sunglasses for a moment with one hand, she quickly tip toed and tried to get all up in the little circle thing's business with a nervous frown.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" Biting her lower lip, she REALLY hoped the undercover angry mob wasn't going to try and light her on fire or something awful like that! Average people were so dangerous and scary, hopefully this room didn't house a creep or worse...a hunter!

[samwinchester]

Sam was surprised to hear the pounding on the door. Pounding wasn't Dean's style of opening doors...especially when he had a room key....and even if he was drunk off his ass. "Dean is that--" Sam trailed off when he heard a muffled female voice from beyond the door. Okay, that definitely wasn't Dean.

He moved to the door, peering through the peek hole to see a distraught woman. Though something seemed a bit off about her. Though he couldn't really tell through the dusty peep hole.

"Just a second," He said a bit louder so she could hear him beyond the door.

He quickly unlocked it and slowly opened the door. "Are you okay, ah, miss?" Why did he feel uneasy around this girl? She gave him this sort of feeling in his stomach that he should be on edge around her. Why was that? Wait a second...was that stitching near her neck, no couldn't be...

[Zenon Yishuv]

Frantically looking over her shoulder and back to the door a couple of times, she was just downright scared for her safety. People setting fires and LAUGHING while dangerously flailing flaming objects about?! The future was crazy and maybe being forced to live a sheltered life wasn't so bad. Or maybe her overbearing father was right to keep her as a live in chef! OH THANK GOODNESS! HE OPENED THE DOOR!

"There...there are some psychopaths on the loose! They tried to kill me...!" Clenching her hands into fists, she was way too panicked to be bothered with the collar of her jacket being bent down a wee bit to reveal a bit of her sewn together neck. Up until she glanced down at her boot clad toes only to see her jacket needed straightening up. Uh...oh...maybe he didn't see anything?

Quickly patting her outfit a bit as though she may have thought it to be dusty or something before adjusting her jacket's collar. GUH! It was a real pain in the butt to see with sunglasses on almost all the time, but she really didn't have much choice in the matter. Tip toeing to peek around his shoulder, she figured it was safe enough....kinda average looking...nothing that really set off warnings worth freaking out about and set her feet back down. "I'm traveling alone and I really would rather not stay by myself after ruffians tried to kill me...would it be a bother if I stayed here until it seems safe again?"

Frowning a bit nervously, she ran through the risks in her head and figured to hell with it since being anywhere NEAR the undercover angry mob is far from where she was hoping to be! Supposedly, there were murders up the wazoo around here. So HOPEFULLY her life being threatened wouldn't be too far fetched and hard to believe.

[dean]

Dean had gone out to get a few things a couple hours ago. That should've only taken about a half hour, but he got side-tracked by the fact that the cashier at the McDonalds and everyone else in the McDonalds were ghosts. So, there was some pretty 2spooky freaky stuff going on at the market. But, Dean wasn't about to go find every single ghost's grave, so he grabbed all the salt he could (while fending off ghosts with a spatula, which happened to be made of iron, and surrounded the whole damn place in salt and iron shopping carts. But it wasn't terrible, since he managed to raid the place and get a ton of burgers.

So yeah, a pretty eventful day in the life of Dean Winchester. Though, nothing really shocked him anymore, especially since he'd already seen stuff like angels and the Devil. At this point, Dean was looking forward to getting back to the hotel room and relax. Of course, he'd have to tell Sam about the ghost McDonalds or whatever the hell that was. Dean drove the Impala into the hotel's parking lot and parked outside their room... which had someone standing outside of it. Dean got out of the Impala and grabbed a pistol from the back of the Impala, just in case he needed it.

As he approached, he noticed the woman had some weird scar thing on her neck. It looked like her head was stitched on. The hell was going on there? It only took a few moments for Dean to reach the door. His pistol was concealed in his jacket's inside pocket, "Hey, Sammy." Dean said, peering over the woman's shoulder at his brother. "Who's this?" Meet Zenon I found her in the hotel when she was just a bby C: Immediately after, Dean mouthed the words 'She's a damn zombie!' at Sam.

[samwinchester]

The fact that she'd said someone, or some people, were trying to kill her put Sam on edge. However, he was also aware that there were something peculiar about this girl, and that made him feel defensive. He didn't feel like his life was threatened or anything, he just didn't trust her. She could be a thief for all he knew, though he didn't want to judge her prematurely....even if he really wanted to.

"Trying to kill you?" He repeated, "Do you mean those teenagers having the barbecue?"

He looked behind her, and all he could see was the smoke from the barbecue. It was a bunch of teenaged college students celebrating an early vacation. They'd been at it all night, and they hadn't stopped blaring their music since. Though he continued to look around for anyone making an advance on the hotel.

Of course he didn't see anyone, only the headlights of Dean's car. Well, Dean was finally back. He wondered what took him so long, but he pushed that to the back of his mind when he turned back to the female.

He gave a nod to Dean as he approached, but blinked as he realized he never got the female's name. "Ahm.."

He looked to Zenon, "I'm sorry I never caught your name."

[Zenon Yishuv]

"Yes! Those brutes! They swung a flaming stick at me and LAUGHED! They actually LAUGHED at me almost getting set on fire!" Bringing up her hands so that her fists were right across her shoulders while lightly shaking them. Almost to just emphasize all the panic she felt wash through her. It was pretty obvious that the strange blonde with pale skin was VERY scared.

Almost like fire on sticks were the DEBIL who liked FOOZE BALL! Oh gosh oh gosh this was all so terrifying and she REALLY needed to calm down or else things could roll down hill faster than her head when it detached! Oh and of course the newcomer's voice caused her to shutter and whimper as though half expecting to be flaming more than a ka-bob! But nope, she was fine and dandy! Taking a short moment to rejoice on the inside, she took a glance over her shoulder and blinked behind her shades not really knowing what he was up to. Oh well, whatever! Miss Zombie's attention was brought right on back to the boy who seemed to be named Sammy asked what her name was.

"Oh...oh goodness! I'm sorry, I'm just so scattershot I forgot to introduce myself yet I had the nerve to ask for help! My sincerest apologies, uhhh...Mister...Sammy...?" Clearing her throat, she figured she'd give him the `stage name` for now until it was actually safe to trust one or the other. "My name is Bertha Faust, I'm a traveling magician...I recently started out so I'm not very well known at all..." A kindly smile transitioned into a nervous one since it was like her mind back tracked to the fear of those gosh darn ruffians!

"Would you kind gentlemen be alright with me being in your company? I just...am...well...very much so shaken up from nearly being murdered by those rude brutes..." At that point, she was fully frowning...this world was 2spooky terrifying! Though it still had people in it she hoped to help and keep safe from all those brutish ruffians! There definitely were still good individuals out there who needed protection and by golly she would help them bit by bit....er...once she helped herself away from the fear of being murdered by the mob. They looked happy....because they were secretly plotting her demise....this was a legitimate thought that swam about....