Who: Demon!Sam and Hyperion residents. What: Demon!Sam is trying to get within the ranks of the good guys so that he can tear them apart from the inside. Unfortunately, he underestimated their capabilities. When: Evening. Where: The Hyperion Hotel. Rating: TBD. Status: In progress.
It was an easy task. Taking over Sam Winchester's body, pretending to want to join the ranks of the good guys, and then simply hopping into the Chevy Impala that had been parked outside of Sam's hotel room and driving over to the Hyperion Hotel. It had taken a while to sift through the exchanges between Sam and the others on the internet, but as soon as he found the invite to come and stay at the hotel, he found himself feeling rather excited at the chance to walk right into the welcoming arms of the people that he planned on killing.
A wicked sort of smirk played across his lips as he parked the black vehicle outside of the hotel and stepped out of the car. The wound that Sam had inflicted upon his chest hardly disturbed him, but it seemed as though he could not get it to stop bleeding no matter what he tried to do. He'd changed his shirts constantly within the past twenty four hours, as it was difficult to walk around in public when one had blood seeping through their clothing. Attention was not something that he desired at the moment.
So he wrapped his chest up with a few bandages and hoped that it would hold over until he settled down inside of the hotel. Again: it didn't hurt him, but he didn't want people to get curious. He needed to appear as normal as possible. Or as normal as one as Sam Winchester could possibly be.
He pushed the doors open to the entrance and stepped into the lobby. Then he shifted into the role of Sam as he walked toward the front desk and sought out the first available person he could find.