Who: Sam and Heather. What: They're both hunting. Sort of. When: Evening. Where: Some hotel. Rating: TBD.
If there was one thing that Sam knew how to do, it was keep himself busy. Between the Black Dahlia case, working at figuring out how to get rid of Pyramid Head, and keeping his abilities in check, it was more than safe to say that he had a lot on his plate. He'd drop one task (finding Kira), and now he was picking up another. It was like he'd never have a free moment in his schedule, despite his accomplishments. However, he wasn't going to be the one to complain. Keeping himself busy meant that there was less time for him to spend thinking about Heather. And that? It was a good thing, considering that it hurt like hell every time he did. So the second he heard about a bunch of mysterious stuff going down at a hotel in the uptown area, Sam didn't hesitate to look into it. Missing people, nine deaths, and a sudden fire on the third floor that resulted in the sudden evacuation of the building. The only thing that had shut the business down -- temporarily -- was the loss of one of their employees. A maid, stabbed to death in the middle of a hall. The hotel had shut down hours ago, but it had taken Sam a little time to track down the news and actually find enough information for him to believe that it was his kind of case and not the sort that revolved around a serial killing maniac.
Once it was verified, however, Sam scribbled down hasty note for Dean and drove out to the location. Like the other hotel he had visited this week, there were police lines criss crossing in nearly every direction. Cops were surveying the area, and news cameras were flashing out from the streets as several eager reporters attempted to get closer to the newfound body that they were carting out of the building. Parking just a little off to the side in a less notable area, Sam pulled open the glovebox, yanked out an ID, and started off toward the scene. He was instantly approached by two officers, both who requested for him to step away and get back with the rest of the crowd. Sam flashed his ID and, after a few more questions, they backed off.
He started toward the line and started interrogating some of the investigators for more information. Eventually reaching the hotel manager himself, Sam asked him a few questions (have you noticed anything strange? why didn't you close the hotel sooner? have there been any deaths here in the past?), and then stepped away from the lines and back out toward the street. He kept to himself for a while after that, waiting patiently until the crowds thinned out and the police officers slowly vanished one by one. When the last squad car was prepping to leave, Sam approached the officers and told them that he was going to head in for one final look.
"Look, man, I don't know if you should go in there by yourself --" The officer started.
Sam shook his head. "There's something going on here..." He squinted off at his badge. "...Rick. And I intend on finding out what that is. I'll be in and out."
The officer nodded. "All right, just don't let the folks down at the station know that I left you to fend for yourself in there, all right? I heard there was some creepy stuff going on inside, ya know? Like this place is haunted or something."
Sam stared at him. "Do you really believe that?" He kept his expression neutral.
The officer took note of his expression and looked down, chuckling a bit, "Naw, of course not. I was just messing with you." He clapped a hand onto Sam's shoulder and said, "You take care of yourself in there, Agent Wilkins. I'll see you back at the station."
Sam nodded, then watched as the officer climbed back into his squad car and drove off. Then he turned his head to look at the hotel that loomed ahead of him. It was dark and quiet without it's residents on the inside. But he knew that there was a very good chance that it wouldn't stay that way for long.