Lifting his gaze from the screen of his laptop, Sam slid over the stack of paperwork piled onto his desk and searched for his cellular phone, which had suddenly given off a muffled version of his Def Leppard ringtone (courtesy of Dean, tampering with his phone). Elisabeth's name glowed on the screen and Sam instantly flipped the phone open and pressed it to his ear. "Hello?" His voice echoed loudly in the quiet hotel room. He leaned back in his chair and settled back into a more comfortable position, one hand resting on his shoulder, which had been stabbed and bruised up from the hunt that he and Heather had gotten themselves tangled into.
She opened her mouth to speak, but only a strangled noise, whimper and disgust mingled, managed to escape her lips. She took a deep breath and mentally screamed at herself to focus, goddamnit!!, trying to pull herself together long enough to get coherent words out. “Sam? Where...can I come by?”
Elisabeth moved the phone away from her face to bury her mouth into the crook of her arm and scream, muffling as much of the horrific noise as she could before bringing the phone back to her. “Please.”
She sounded upset. Something was wrong, Sam picked that up right away. Nodding, even though he knew well enough that she couldn't exactly see him, Sam glanced down at his watch -- it wasn't terribly late. Dean wouldn't be home for a while.. They could get some private time in before his brother stumbled on in and made it hard for them to have some privacy. "Yeah, of course. I'm at 1222 Fuller Street. Sundown Hotel, room 21." He leaned forward a little, brow furrowing. "Is everything okay?"
Elisabeth closed her eyes to focus on the location, already shrouded in enough shadow to teleport easily. She grunted as she heaved herself back against the tree and then into a somewhat standing position. “No. Far from it.” And because it was difficult to form what had happened into words just yet as the horror was too fresh, she hung up and teleported into a janitor’s closet. Elisabeth wasn’t exactly in proper attire to be seen in the lobby. She looked down at the skimpy red dress and wondered how it would look to Sam…but she couldn’t think of that now. She’d already made the call and, without another though, was moving down the hall in staggering steps until she reached room 21. Elisabeth pulled her lips into her mouth and hugged herself with one arm, using the other to rap on Sam’s door.
Well ---" Someone was already knocking at the door. Sam remembered that Elisabeth could teleport. Flipping the phone shut, he walked over to the door and pulled it open with his good arm -- the other one still had a lot of healing to do -- and stepped back, eyes raking over Elisabeth the second she fell into sight. She didn't look very well. Not at all. Something was very wrong and it was showing. Pulling the door open a little wider, he gestured for her to come inside before pushing it shut behind her and turned around to face her. "Wanna sit down? What happened?"
Oh, fuck, why had to com here? She struggled to withhold the flood of tears that threatened to break free again, fought to keep control over herself long enough to at least explain. She had barely moved past him when she took his offer to sit more literally than was intended and just crumbled to the floor like a broken bird, resting her forehead on her hands. “I had to, I’m so sorry, I had to do it, no one’s going to understand and they’re all going to hate me, Sam, you’re going to hate me and they’ll want to leave and everyone just keeps leaving and I only did it to protect them, I only want him to finally feel safe and sleep for once, without nightmares.” It all came out in one vile rush, her tone desperate and breaking at times when she felt she might break down again.