Dean just stands there, silent and buzzing with adrenaline as he watches and waits. He has no idea what for but he'd be pretty surprised if the whole room didn't light up in flames from how pissed off James - Stark? - is right now. Whoever Alice is... he definitely doesn't wanna be on his bad side.
"Yeah, sure, you do that. I'll go clean up the... mess," Dean says, gesturing to the woman on the balcony. When the guy walks off, Dean doesn't even wait for a reply and looks for his shoes and puts them on, then goes out onto the balcony to get the woman, carefully picking her up out of the broken glass and gently puts her in one of the chairs. He haphazardly dresses her and goes to open the door to the room, then moves back to retrieve the girl.
Taking her out of the room there's a small seating area where the elevators are and he gently sets her down, then hits the down button on the elevator. He leaves her there for the moment and goes down to the front desk, not even caring he's in his boxers and boots. The little weasel from before is still there and at the desk Dean leans in close.
"There's a woman on my floor that needs lookin' after, might do good to get to hospital and have her checked over or somethin'," he says, making a motion with his hand. "Now, I want a canister of salt, some red chalk, a bottle of holy water and a rosary, all in a canvas bag. You have exactly ten minutes." The little asshole just smiiiiles at him. "Of course, sir." Fucking creeper. Dean pushes off of the counter and goes back up to their floor, shoves into the room and starts getting dressed. He half-ass cleans up the glass and by the time the ten minutes are up he's back downstairs again.
He's only a little surprised to see the bag sitting there and he checks the contents. They're all there. "Thanks," he mutters, taking the bag back upstairs. He knows he won't have long, so he'll make it quick.
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"Yeah, sure, you do that. I'll go clean up the... mess," Dean says, gesturing to the woman on the balcony. When the guy walks off, Dean doesn't even wait for a reply and looks for his shoes and puts them on, then goes out onto the balcony to get the woman, carefully picking her up out of the broken glass and gently puts her in one of the chairs. He haphazardly dresses her and goes to open the door to the room, then moves back to retrieve the girl.
Taking her out of the room there's a small seating area where the elevators are and he gently sets her down, then hits the down button on the elevator. He leaves her there for the moment and goes down to the front desk, not even caring he's in his boxers and boots. The little weasel from before is still there and at the desk Dean leans in close.
"There's a woman on my floor that needs lookin' after, might do good to get to hospital and have her checked over or somethin'," he says, making a motion with his hand. "Now, I want a canister of salt, some red chalk, a bottle of holy water and a rosary, all in a canvas bag. You have exactly ten minutes." The little asshole just smiiiiles at him. "Of course, sir." Fucking creeper. Dean pushes off of the counter and goes back up to their floor, shoves into the room and starts getting dressed. He half-ass cleans up the glass and by the time the ten minutes are up he's back downstairs again.
He's only a little surprised to see the bag sitting there and he checks the contents. They're all there. "Thanks," he mutters, taking the bag back upstairs. He knows he won't have long, so he'll make it quick.