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Once Sam was pretty sure that Brenda wasn't going to kill him or his brother in the immediate future, he stepped outside the room to get a bit of fresh air and let the two of them talk.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out. His calender was reminding him to text his location to Allison, who would be on her way down to meet him by now. Quickly he sent her the name of the motel and the street by text message.

Text me when you get here and I'll show you what room we're in. See You Soon - Sam

He then went back to the office and got that second room, asking to leave an empty room between his and his brothers. There were things Sam had long ago deemed that he didn't want to wake up to, and his brother's sex grunting was high on that list.

Slipping a note under Dean's door about where he was going, he went into the room and sat on the bed. He turned the tv on, watching some dance movie on TNT while he waited.

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"And which of the two was that in reference too?" He gave her a flirty smile, just because.

She smiled back at him, knowing full well he knew what she meant he was just being flirty.

"I would love to go out and do something with you."

"Well, there's a comedy club not that far away. And there's a show called Piano men that sounds interesting."

He reached behind him for a guide book he had gotten at the hotel office and started to flip through it.

"Hmm..that does sound interesting."

She walked over to where he sat and stood over him, leaning on his shoulders, hoping that it wasn't too much.

No, he's very much fine with that.

"Well, we can go to Piano men, and if we don't like it, then we can skip out and go to the comedy club then."

He turned his head to look at her.

She thought that was a great idea.

"Sounds like fun to me."

She smiled again, even though he couldn't see, but then he turned his head to look at her. She looked down at him, she knew what it was the perfect moment for, but she probably shouldn't, too soon.

"You want to shower or anything before we go? I think we have some time. I might try to break into my brother's room and get my bag."

It was a perfect moment, but he was the good boy and didn't try.

"Uh yeah actually. Do I look that bad?" She gave a soft laugh and headed for the bathroom, but before she went inside she said something.

"If you need to break into somewhere, I have plenty of practice with that." And with that she left him to take a shower.

"No, i just know how I feel after being in a car all day. Feel free to use the stuff in there."

And no, he didn't need to go in there when she was wet and naked, but thanks for offering.

"Yeah you're right, and thanks."

She closed the bathroom door and stripped, then took a nice hot shower. It had been a long day, but she was looking forward to spending the evening with Sam.

Sam finished his dinner, then went to go retrieve his bag. However, the door was locked and his lock picking tools where INSIDE the room.

Growling he went back to his room and stretched out on the bed, reading a book while he waited for Allison to finish.

She heard the door to the room open and close twice, either Sam was really quick or he couldn't get the door open. She smiled, apparently he would need her help, assuming the latter.

She didn't take her time, toweled her hair fast, brushed her teeth, put make-up on, then some clean clothes. She made sure she looked okay and then headed to the main room, seeing Sam laying on the bed.

He looked up when she came out, smiling. "You looked refreshed."

"I feel refreshed, a little more awake too."

She smiled back at him and grabbed her purse off of the bed.

"Did you get your stuff?"

"Nope. They locked the door behind them and my lock picking kit is in my other jacket."

Which... was the truth.

"I'll be fine. If I have to interrupt their beauty sleep tonight, i will."

"You won't have to wait, let's go get them now."

She smiled at him and headed for the door, taking the barret out of her hair, along with the pen and keys in her purse.

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled a bit, following her and pointing at the door to Dean and 99's room.

"You know how to pick locks?"

She looked back at him, smiling and smug.

"I used to have to do this when I worked under House all the time. It's how we found the truth about our patients. So which room?"

He pointed at the door where the Impala was parked outside of, leaning on the wall between her and the office's window view.

"She looked like such a nice doctor, but she's really a felon. I would never have guessed."

She walked over to the room with him, looking through her purse for a pen and some keys, she took them both out.

"They aren't here, but the car is here? And yeah I know, hey it was either that or lose my job, that latter seemed more important at the time."

She knelt down onto the ground and worked her magic on the door, thanks to Foreman she had got pretty good at it.

"They aren't making noise or answering the door. And I'm sure they would be doing on or the other."

He watched her carefully, amused that she knew how to do this.

"Good point."

She finished, having a hair pin and a key to pick at it, she opened the door and stood back up. She was done in no time.

Sam laughed. "Dang, girl. Remind me to call you next time I lock my keys in the trunk."

He opened the door, sneaking in. His bag was sitting where he had left it, the laptop on the desk next to it. Sam packed the stuff up, then headed back for the door.

"Alright, let's drop it off in our room, then head out."

She smiled and rolled her eyes, waiting for him to get all his stuff.

"Okay, walking or driving?"

"Probably driving. We're a bit off the strip, so it'd be a taxi drive if not your car."

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