Dean sighed in relief as she started speaking to him.  He was driving as fast as he could down the empty road they had used to come in, and had no idea what time it was.  But the road was completely empty.  He cleared his throat, to try and clear any signs of stress away from his voice, “I second that.  These hunts are hunts he should be coming on with us, if he’s so eager to send us.  I’ll have words with him when we find somewhere to stay, trust me…”

As he trailed off, he noticed she asked how he was doing.  He flexed his shoulders, realizing that when he did so, the pain seared across and up to his neck.  Reaching a hand back, he pressed a hand flat to the back of his head and brought it around to look at it in the dim lighting of the car.  It should have been surprising, but honestly wasn’t, that his hand was covered in blood.

“I’m fine.  We need to worry about that leg, first…”, he muttered, wiping the blood on his jeans and taking the wheel with both hands again.  A roadside motel, their usually choice, came into view as they entered the nearby city outskirts.  Without hesitation, he whipped the car into the parking lot and screeched the tires to a stop, internally cringing after he did so.  He wasn’t used to driving carefully.
Without saying much else, he stepped out of the car, and sprinted with a pained expression toward the office.  The woman at the desk jumped and looked him over with large eyes at the sight of his wet hair, and scraped up bare chest.  Looking down at his appearance, he gave her a sheepish smile.

“Um…I know I look rough, but I spilled food all over myself in my car.  So, I need somewhere to shower.”, he started explaining, relieved that she seemed to relax a bit, albeit staring a bit more now that she found him less threatening.  She gave him a nod and turned to her computer, while holding her hand out, “Oh…yeah…”

He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, frowning at how wet it was.  Luckily, his cards were pretty much waterproof.  He pulled one of them, and handed it to her.  Within a few minutes, she tossed a key across the counter and went back to her magazine.  Smiling thankfully, Dean patted the counter and ran back out to the car, opening Mika’s side.

“I got you right up front…”, he smiled, making another joke to make sure she was calm, “So, I don’t have to carry you far…”

He then helped her turn to where he could pick her up again, and hoisted her with a loud grunt, walking quickly to the first room in front of the car.  He opened the door as best he could with one hand, and pushed it open, not hesitating to walk her over to the nearest bed.  He sat her down and stood up straight with a pained groan.