Dean sat on his bed, nearly hyperventilating while he waited for Kenzi to arrive.  Luckily for him, John hadn’t bugged him since they landed.  He and Sam were doing research on the other side of the hotel, before the planned hunt the next morning.  He must have zoned out between the last text message announcing her ETA, and the knock at the door.

There were answers to be given, if she was willing.  It didn’t feel right, but it felt like something he needed to do.  This had to stop.

Sighing deeply, he stood from the bed and opened the door, “You came…Um.  I half expected you to…um…hey.”

Standing to the side, he made room for her to enter the room.