Motel Sprites: Part 2

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The diner wasn’t too busy, with only a few tables taken up by locals, but it took a little time to decide what he wanted. Jacob offered the hostess an easygoing smile while he checked over the menu and made his decision. He’d long since learned to keep a mellow demeanor with people, considering his height and bulk.

He hadn’t done as much lifting in the past year as he was used to, but he was getting back into things after an old injury had finally healed. Even without the intense regimen, he was formidable. His lax attitude, one that he’d been able to practice on the most timid of people, worked well. He placed his order and the hostess offered him a friendly smile as she went to tell the cook.

Soon enough he had a bag placed in his hand, and the food boxed within was so warm he felt it through the layers of cardboard and plastic. He left and, with one more glance at the dimming horizon, hurried back to his chosen home for the night.

In minutes, his car pulled up to the door of his motel room once more, with faded paint and a dull brass number nailed to the front.

Jacob moved casually as he got out of the car, his bag of food hanging from one hand and his room key in the other. Soon enough, the latch of the door clicked loudly to announce his return and he stepped inside, tossing the key to the table without a second thought. The plastic bag shuffled loudly as he set it down, and then he paused. 

Should probably text mom, he decided, turning back towards the bed where his backpack waited.

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From hiding in the room, Dean watched the human move, on edge and at the ready to dive back into the walls they had emerged from.

A thin strip of light lit up one eye where he was peering out, the only part of him that was visible as he assessed the situation. Sam kept back, one arm over his satchel and alert for any change to his knack.

They were an effective team, and even with the human in the room, Dean decided not to discount the chance at getting some much-needed food for them and their family.

The plastic bag, up on the table, let out an aroma that called Dean back to older days. Back when they could order their own food and eat when the meals were warm. His mouth watering, he kept his eyes glued on it.

“We can totally take it,” Dean whispered to Sam.

“Are you nuts?! ”

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