Sam's Earth: Detroit

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

Leeroy had learned his lesson.

Never, ever swap the memory cards on Jeimu's PlayStation 2. And don't hide the one that had all her DDR save games on it.

She'd sworn up a storm and then opened up a portal in the living room and kicked him through it. Now he was here, in a strange bar in a strange city. He didn't feel too concerned, Mu would bring him back when she decided he deserved to set foot on Newfoundland again.

But while he was here there was only one thing to do.

"What d'ye got fer beers, b'y?" he asked the bartender.

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[i_salted_dean]

"Yeah." She looked both ways, then turned onto a street and drove toward a flickering sign that announced 'Motel'.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

"So, d'ye encounter these... demons... often?"

[i_salted_dean]

She didn't reply as she pulled into the lot, only glancing at him before exiting the car and going into the motel office. The bored kid behind the counter didn't even look up as she handed over the money and took the key.

Sam mentally shook her head at such lack of alertness, then frowned as the entire world suddenly seemed to be pressing on her shoulders. She managed to leave the office and got two steps toward the Impala as a dull buzz filled her ears.

Then her knees gave way and she toppled to the ashphalt, out cold before she hit.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

Leeroy watched Sam collapse and opened the car door. His injury wasn't bothering him one bit, and he ran over to where she lay. He couldn't tell if she'd hit her head or not, so he simply rolled her over on her back while keeping her head as steady as he could.

His military first aid training flooded his brain and he began to unconsciously check Sam's vital signs, as well as inspect her for injury.

Her breathing was rather rapid, and shallow, but her pulse beat firmly against his fingers when he checked it. She was weak, but very much alive.

This done, he leaned back on his heels, wondering vaguely if he should contact an ambulance.

[i_salted_dean]

Paper blew across the abandoned parking lot and thunder rumbled in the distance as the wind ruffled Sam's short dark hair and brought the smell of rain. The sign flickered and died for a moment, then came back on, glinting on something laying next to the unconcious girl.

[teh-rest.livejournal.com]

Leeroy leaned over and looked at the glinting thing. It was a key. He picked it up at the exact moment the rain started coming down in torrents.

Moving Sam probably wasn't a good idea, but he decided to do it anyway. He looked down at the key. A "7" was written on it in faded permanent marker. He looked up at the motel. Room 7 was almost directly in front of the still-parked Impala. He walked briskly over to the car and removed the keys from the ignition, closing both doors, and then returned to Sam, whom he hoisted over his shoulder with ease, despite his injury.

He used the room key to unlock the door and walked in. There was a bed, a television, a bathroom, a table, and an armchair within it. He placed Sam on the bed, checking her vitals one more time before picking up the TV remote. He flicked on the news and sat down in the armchair, waiting for her to wake up.