Once he's back inside the room he sets the bag on the table where the map had burnt up and opens it up, pulling out the water and the chalk. While he waits, wanting to make sure James is asleep, Dean takes the time to rifle through the man's weaponry.
He takes a silver knife, something that looks like a clever, stuffing both in his own bag. Then he finds a gun that looks remarkably like the Colt they had in their possession. Shrugging, he shoves it in the bag as well. When enough time has passed, Dean goes into the man's room, makin sure he's asleep.
Then, very, very carefully he painstakingly draws a devil's trap on the ceiling. It takes a lot of manuevering so he doesn't wake him and takes a lot longer than he'd like, but he gets it done, pleased with his work. Then as an afterthought he sprays some of the holy water on him, frowning when it doesn't sizzle or he doesn't wake up screaming. He looks at the bottle and wonders if it's even holy water to begin with.
Dean doesn't have enough time to bless the water so he leaves, shutting the door again and tosses everything into his bag. He grabs the bottle of booze he'd been drinking, as well as some others and shoves them in the bag along with anything else he deems useful, then heads out of the room. He exits the hotel by way of the back entrance, not wanting the weasel at the front desk to say anything.
It takes him about twenty but he finds an abandoned for the moment car and hotwires it in a few more, shoving the bag in the passenger seat. Getting in he shuts the door and pulls out of the spot, heading out onto the street. It's late enough that there's not too much traffic on the roads so he easily heads for the interstate to get the hell outta Dodge.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2013-05-01 04:35 am (UTC)He takes a silver knife, something that looks like a clever, stuffing both in his own bag. Then he finds a gun that looks remarkably like the Colt they had in their possession. Shrugging, he shoves it in the bag as well. When enough time has passed, Dean goes into the man's room, makin sure he's asleep.
Then, very, very carefully he painstakingly draws a devil's trap on the ceiling. It takes a lot of manuevering so he doesn't wake him and takes a lot longer than he'd like, but he gets it done, pleased with his work. Then as an afterthought he sprays some of the holy water on him, frowning when it doesn't sizzle or he doesn't wake up screaming. He looks at the bottle and wonders if it's even holy water to begin with.
Dean doesn't have enough time to bless the water so he leaves, shutting the door again and tosses everything into his bag. He grabs the bottle of booze he'd been drinking, as well as some others and shoves them in the bag along with anything else he deems useful, then heads out of the room. He exits the hotel by way of the back entrance, not wanting the weasel at the front desk to say anything.
It takes him about twenty but he finds an abandoned for the moment car and hotwires it in a few more, shoving the bag in the passenger seat. Getting in he shuts the door and pulls out of the spot, heading out onto the street. It's late enough that there's not too much traffic on the roads so he easily heads for the interstate to get the hell outta Dodge.