(Caim is his demonic name, no one would know it at this point)
Xavier got out of the Impala and growled that the damned thing had stalled again, they should just pick up another car, this one, other than being the car of some dead hunters, no matter how famous, was due to be scrapped. He walked with the group, scanning around and kept one hand on his sword at all times, the grip felt cool to his touch and he looked at the hotel, mentally saying hell no and just giving a bemused shake of his head walked into the lounge, unfastening the straps holding the sword on his back and resting it on a table. Xavier sighed, He realized the salt was a necessity for them, they needed protection from the demons that inhabited this area. Strong bastards they were, he touched the small pendant on his neck and looked at Chase and smiled 

"Yeah this is paradise right?" He scoffs and let's go of the amulet feeling the familiar weight fall back onto his chest. He took off his leather jacket, the only luxury item he had at this moment, and set it on one of the cleaner chairs. His tee fitting decently on his frame as he surveyed the lounge and checked out the window. He knew he could use some refreshment and looked at the others. "We should see if they have anything salvageable here, bottled water or anything of the like." His Celtic accent faint as he didn't talk above a loud whisper but there, "Anybody else volunteering to go with me?" he asks the same smartass smirk on his face they've come to know that came with his swagger, and mannerisms.