Dean laughed a bit, his smile reaching his eyes when Mika joked with him.  His body was beginning to calm as he drove, his shoulders coming down from the tension.  He needed a beer, or some whiskey.  He was no longer in the mood to just sleep off what had happened to them.  There was way too much adrenaline, and excitement flowing through his blood.

“After we find a hotel or something, I wanna get a beer.  We might have to jack you a wheel chair…”, he joked on, thinking about how much Mika would hate being wheeled around.  He already had a feeling she hated him carrying her to the car, but they didn’t have a choice, anyway.

Once Dean saw streetlights, realizing they were headed toward down town, he slowed down the car, passing all of the small businesses along the way.  Everything was closed, other than a gas n’ sip and an attached hotel wedged between two boutiques.

“And I think you’re going to stay in style, tonight.”, he started, pulling into the parking garage, and driving up the ramp to find a parking spot, “I don’t normally go for hotels like this, but this should be pretty vamp proof.  The doors lock from the inside.”

Pulling into a parking spot, he stopped the car and put it into park, “If you want, I can go up and get our room, and come get you…or I can grab one of those wheel chairs beside the elevator and a blanket.  Your call."