Dean kept his look on his face, watching her eyes as she told him that she felt she had managed to keep all her stitches.  He was making sure that she was truly okay, and not lying to him to make him feel better.  However, when she mentioned the comfortable beds of the hotel and alcohol, he smiled, “I feel ya there.  Let’s go.  I just gotta grab our stuff…”

He stood, leaning into the car and rummaging in the glove box, finding her wallet.  He handed it to her carefully, before shutting the passenger door, and running around to the back.  He popped the trunk and grabbed the blanket he had promised her, to cover her legs.  Since she hadn’t been able to take a shower, he figured the blood covering her legs might be a bit jarring for some of the patrons.  He smirked at the thought.

“Here.  Throw this over your legs…”, he started, laying the blanket on her lap, as he opened the passenger door again, grabbing their bags.  He dropped them on the ground and grabbed his half torn jacket from the seat as well, making a mental note that he would need to grab a new one.  He held it out to her, kicking the door shut with his heel, “And you can put this on.  Might help cover some of the blood.  I got a little luckier than you did, on that side.”

“Now…”, he said brightly, clapping his hands, “Let’s go enjoy some luxury…and locking doors.”

He ran around behind her, letting the brakes off the wheel chair and pushing her toward the elevator.  They were already getting a few stares from the swankier people in the parking garage, but considering the reason they were here, he didn’t care much.  He pressed the button on the elevator and waited patiently.

As soon as the elevator came, he wheeled Mika in, using her chair to block the door from the others entering, and hit the lobby button.  He laughed a bit at the groans that came from the other side of the door as the door shut and the elevator rose what felt like five feet, to the lobby and the doors opened once again.

“Good evening, sir.  Checking in?”, a bell boy asked him, trying to take his bag from his shoulder.  Dean stared the man down, not saying a word until he backed up a bit.  He then pushed Mika past the man and to the desk.

“One room please.”, he muttered to the woman at the desk, putting on his best ‘sexy drifter’ face.  The woman bit her lip and smirked at him, typing on her computer.  She didn’t ask for a card, or an ID.  She simply handed him a key card, and a slip of paper with her phone number and a small note, twirling her hair on her finger, “Oh…um.  Thank you, Raven.  That’s a beautiful name.”

“My shift is over in an hour…”, she muttered, before turning away from him, which caused his eyebrows to raise.  He slowly turned from her, and back to Mika, his peppy look fading as his eyes met hers.

“Her shift is over in an hour…and she forgot to charge me!”, he said proudly, his tongue between his teeth as he ran around behind her again, and pushed her toward the corridor to their room.