enjoythe_ride | [MTM] When she walked into...

When she walked into the room, she was already casing the place, and she was hoping that they didn’t notice. All she had to do was spin a sob story about her being in Bobby’s debt and she had them eating out of her hands. It was rather sad, actually—that they still believed her that easily after all this time. You’d think with what she had done to them, they would have been a bit more on their toes, but, well—frankly, Dean was never really the brains of the operation. And Sam—well, Sam was distracted.

Nasty stuff, African dream root. Tastes like vomit—vile, really. But it got the job done every once in a while. She wasn’t exactly going to tell the Winchesters that she had her own personal store, and that it proved useful every once in a while, mostly because she didn’t want anyone to get suspicious—especially Sam. She needed him to be off his guard, and used the root to let her slip with ease into Sam’s dream, implanting just the right thoughts, before he woke up to keep him just a bit disoriented while she was in the room.

So she looked, and she watched. Dean made some insult about not trusting her in Bobby’s head, but that was when he had the safe open, and she could catch the hilt of what she had came for glimmering in the dim light of the hotel room. As a result, the none taken wasn’t quite as offended as it probably should have been—what could she say, she liked shiny things—but she then realized that she should probably be a bit more put off than that. Then came the porn references and the angry storming off in a huff, but she wasn’t mad—not in the slightest.

The Winchesters had just given her the in she was looking for—and they didn’t even know it yet.

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