Dean kept his smile, until a loud thud and a scream perked his head up.  He sat up, a little too quick, judging by the dizziness, and sat silently.  He tried to listen to see if there was more noise, and much to his disappointment, there was.  Dammit.

He slid off the side of the bed, holding a hand out to Mika with a finger raised, “Don’t…move…”

He reached for his gun that he had laid on her end table, checking the magazine.  He then slid the magazine back into the gun, and pulled the slide to engage a round.  Letting a deep sigh leave his mouth, he stepped up to the door, still shirtless, and pulled it open just as another scream rang out through the air.

Outside the door, it was chaotic as random strangers from other rooms left the safety of their doors to check on the commotion.  He quickly gestured to a woman who approached him, “Go back to your room and lock your door.  Do it now!”

Terrified, but seeing his gun, she nodded and ran back to her room.  He shoved people into their rooms as he passed, attempting to find the source of the screams.  Getting to the end of the motel row, he found his first clue, a body of a young girl.  The girl was blonde, and looked to be no older than sixteen, but her throat was completely ripped out.  It seemed the assault had happened recently, because even though she was dead, the blood was still pumping out of the wound.  Frowning, Dean realized he wasn’t prepared, “Dammit.  Of course it’s vampires.  It’s always vampires, in Minnesota…”

He weighed his options, thinking over the fact that he didn’t have backup, with Mika laid up.  He didn’t know how many vampires there were.  He didn’t even know where to start, aside from grabbing a machete and hoping for the best.  So, he did something rare.  Gritting his teeth, he cursed himself for the decision, “It’s for Mika…”

He justified it out loud, an intrusive thought of Mika being helpless in the room flooding his rationale.  He huffed and ran back toward their room, quickly opening the door.  He stepped inside, slamming the door behind him and turning both locks before turning to Mika.

“We have to go…right now.”, he told her, quickly running around the room to gather their things.  He shoved them into her arms, wrapped in a towel from the floor and held his arms out, “I’ll carry you, but just trust me.  It’s Minnesota, and we gotta go.”