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The Winchester brothers lead an odd group against a zombie hoard.

Sunday, September 11, 2016
Northern California


The western part of Northern California consists of a number of different counties, prominently including Siskiyou County, Humboldt County, Trinity County, Shasta County, and Mendocino County. Much of it is located along the Oregon border and includes the Shasta Cascade region and the Pacific coast. The region is geographically diverse, ranging from the centrally located Mount Shasta and its companion lake to numerous forests, patches of desert, some striking waterfalls, and the Sacramento and McCloud Rivers, which are noted for trout-fishing.

The area is home to many other lakes as well, including Castle Lake and Lake Siskiyou, and offers some of the richest soil in the state. Much of the region is densely forested with pine, fir, incense-cedar, oak, and madrone. Substantial amounts of the area are forested within the Siskiyou and Cascade Ranges, including oak woodland and mixed conifer forests.


The abandoned hotel sits somewhere around an hour out of Beacon Hills, in the foothills near enough to the mountains. It's already chilly outside, no matter what time of day or night. The exterior looks almost respectable, even after so long sitting derelict and unused, though the interior is far more dated; it appears almost as if the pause button were hit on reality somewhere around 1973, though the place has gone unsealed and boasts formidable cobwebs and varying, usually significant, levels of dust accumulated.

Word has been rippling through the supernatural community for a while now about some kind of "Hotel of the Damned" or such, with particularly strong rumors circulating, oddly enough, amongst hunters and vampires. It was just this oddity that drew the attention of the Winchesters, of course, so on this particular Sunday afternoon, the Impala rolls up to the front grounds of the disused hotel. One by one they pile out, and Dean and Sam briefly snipe at each other, in their playful way, about whose ex-girlfriends are more likely to be found living inside. Amidst the banter, Dean makes sure to arm himself well. Sam also claims a pistol, a bag of salt and other supplies, and one of their sawed-off shotguns with rock salt cartridges.

The front door proves the first obstacle. It's of surprisingly sturdy make, so solid that even a vampire might have trouble kicking it down, and the lock doesn't look easily picked. Annoyed already, Sam draws a deep breath and glances around at the others. "Well, what do you think? Should we circle around back and hope these people spent all their money on the world's sturdiest front door?"

Benny Lafitte takes a long pull at the cigarette between his lips and blows out a cloud of smoke into the air. Dropping what's left on the ground, he squishes it underfoot and peers sidelong over at Sam Winchester, his eyes somewhat shadowed by the brim of his flat-cap.

"What, Winchesters licked by a door?" says he sardonically to the younger of the two brothers. "Ain' that a thing." He steps up closer to the door and looks it up and down. "Depends what you want -- fast 'n loud, or slow and quiet."

Adam Milligan doesn't have any apparent weapons on him, but he never does, while he's as much of a fighter as his brother's at a need he tends to have a different approach. He doesn't say anything, since this is one of his first official hunts, the others he's been on his own or just showed, up he hasn't been invited often that he didn't end up staying in the car. He shrugs, "Up to you guys, I'm good with whatever." As usualy he had on a jacket of a bright colored unicorn shirt.

Headlights approaching on the road herald the arrival of a large, black SUV, which pulls into the motel's parking area and parks not far from the Impala. A few moments later, famed actor Colt Bradford hops out, garbed in his Wendy the Werewolf Hunter costume: rugged black pants, a deep purple pullover, and a lightweight leather duster. He's not wearing any makeup though, and as he looks around, he wrinkles his nose. "Gah, this must be the place," he mutters to himself, approaching the others and putting on a sunshine grin. "Hi! Can one of you direct me to the makeup trailer?"

Mikhail personally was just looking for a place to feed and heard about this place and figured that either A he could blame a victim on the hotel's reb or B he might find something interesting there. Approaching he catches the scent of three humans and a vampire who appear to be discussing... the door? He personally would just knock it down or use magic and compel the humans to look the other way, as he approaches he sighs as he catches another scent, the 'celebrity'.

It would figure that Bo-Bo's pretty prize car would break down on the way back from Beacon Hills to wrap up the Case of the Missing Min-Pin. Kenzi grimaces to herself. Finding lost dogs isn't really her normal forte, but a girl's gotta eat... and wear kick ass boots, which can't always come off the back of a truck Dimitri is driving. Those same kick ass boots are now digging into her feet as she walks along, hands in her pockets. "Sure, Kenzi. You go this way, I'll go that way, between the two of us, someone's sure to find a gas station. Nevermind that there's only one gas can, and that this is possibly the /creepiest/ stretch of road in California! Let the human girl just wander along without any sort of defenses, or even magical hypnotic boobs!" She glances down at her chest, making a slight pouty face, before looking up. "Oh, hey. Creepy abandoned hotel!" And then she's heading toward it, and the people there. Bo has a Kenzi-Danger-Sense or something, right? She'll totally come running... gulp.

Damon Salvatore's Sexy Ride is parked nearby. Close enough that Vamp Speed can get him to it if he needs to use it. He's got his standard all black attire on and looks more bored than anything. He doesn't look like he's in the mood to be here or not be here but he's here and that's that. "Yeah. You're all going to be more annoying than useful." Damon rolls his eyes and keeps his distance from the gathered group. Just enough distance to let anything happen to them and not to him.

This trip better be worth it. There better be useful things in this hotel. Damn witches.

Sam shoots Benny a long-suffering look, but it's tinged with a legitimately amused little smirk. "Right, well, let's stick to quiet for now. Try around back?" Carefully carrying his gear, he reaches out to clap Adam on the shoulder and says, "Stay focused, okay?" Then, noticing Adam's not armed, Sam says, "Hey, at least bring a machete or something. You can kill almost /anything/ if you cut off its head." A beat, and he adds, "Then, salt and burn it."

Meanwhile, Dean waves the group off and says, "Yeah, yeah--great. Meet you guys around back in a sec, Sammy. I just wanna check the side door. Hey, Benny, make sure the kid doesn't get dragged off by were-rats or anything, huh?"

After Dean's stalked off, Sam's still trying to convince Adam to arm himself, when of course Colt arrives. Blinking in surprise, Sam asks, "Um. Are you lost?" He growls softly, looking to Benny, and says, "Let's try the back door." He's about to turn away, when he stops and really /looks/ at Colt. "Wait. Holy crap, you're Colt Bradford! What the hell are you doing /here/?" Then he notices Damon pulling up, and Kenzi, and his brow furrows. "Did someone post a Craiglist ad about this hunt or something?"

Benny's nostrils flare.

Shooting a glance back toward the road, he leans forward a little and frowns. "We got company," says he as others approach the abandoned hotel. The living vampire shifts his stance just a little, setting his feet apart a bit and bending his knees slightly. "Some're human. Some... not so much. Quiet... hmph. Yeah, that ain' gon' happen now, ladies. 'Sides, who the hell is Colt Bradford? Hey Dean -- Sammy's gone all... giggly."

Shaking his head, he looks over at Adam and nods once. He'll do his best to keep 'the kid' from harm... were-rats or otherwise.

Adam Milligan has met colt once or twice before. He grabs his autograph book and is asking colt for his autograph on the random prince he played in one episode of 'My Little Pony' He didn't listen to the that about the kid. Cause well he did his own thing. He did have a knight on his belt ready and who knows what in the backpack. Looking like a clueless highschool kid is his main weapon in hunting. And it did suddenly seem like an event, to himself he mumbles, "Did we check to see if there were any events today?"

Colt Bradford flashes his famous lopsided grin for Sam. "Yep, Colt Bradford, but you already knew that, 'cuz I'm totally famous. Nicetameetcha! Now about that makeup trailer...." He looks around again, automatically taking Adam's autograph book and scribbling out a quick autograph. "I'm here for the shoot, of course! Isn't this the Stratford Inn Bed & Breakfast-slash-Savings & Loan-slash-Post Office-slash-Undertaking Parlor?" Grinning still, he hands the book (signed STAY AWESOME! Colt Bradford) back to Adam. "There ya go! If you'd like a glossy, you'll hafta wait till my PA gets here. He carries those for me. But hey, maybe you could grab me a non-fat latte from the craft services trailer?"

And then there's another human and... Damon? What the hell is he doing here? Noting the weapons being carried he weighs up the pros and cons of skipping the hotel itself and just feeding on these guys, or he could just mess with them...

Moving quickly toward the hotel, now, Kenzi is running toward the assembled people, waving. That's a feat, in and of itself, considering the stiletto high heeled boots, the corset and the miniskirt. There's a hint of desperation in her big blue eyes as she approaches, then stops near the group, leaning forward a little, breathing hard. One hand goes to her stomach, and she wheezes a little, raising her other hand with a finger raised in the universal 'one moment' sign, wheezing harder, before she stands up, taking a deep breath. "I... don't suppose anyone's got a spare can of gas?" She flashes her brightest, cutest, most winningest smile at the assembled group, making sure to pose in such a way that she reveals a good length of leg to the assembled group. Who needs hypnoboobs!?

Yeah, the amount of Annoyed on Damon's face just seems to elevate. There's people signing autographs. And humans. And other people that just don't seem to jive with him and his attitude right now. If he could roll his eyes better than he just did than he would be doing it right now. Instead, though, he just crosses his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes on the hotel itself. "Don't worry. I care exactly not at all about all of you. I'm just here for the ambience." Damon smirks to himself and raises an eyebrow at the wheezing human. Just in case he gets hungry or something.

Dean returns from the side, giving a wave his brothers and Benny will probably recognize, signaling it's a go. The others...he gives an unsure look again, over each of them. This is just such a weird collection of people. When he makes it over to the others, he notices Kenzi. How did he miss her before? Was she there before? He's pretty sure she was there before, right? But how did she blend in wearing that? Normally he'd have noticed her before anyone else.

"Hey there, sweetheart. You up for covering the rear?" Dean asks this completely unironically; he just assumes she has some kind of weapon on her, or at least that she's willing and ready to throw down, dressed like that. There are just some things a guy figures out after a few years on the road fighting monsters. "Rest of you..." he calls out, then turns back to Kenzi. "What'd you say your name was, honey? Anyway, she's getting the back. Rear commander. Let's move out."

That's a little better, Dean thinks. Balance, that's the key. Plus he's pretty sure she could kill anything with those boots, if it came down to it. He leads the way to the side door and pushes it open. Either it was already unlocked, or he made short work of it. "Remember, stay frosty. Don't go off on your own -- ever -- and if you see one of 'em, destroy the head first, then burn the hell out of all of it. But do *not*," Dean raises a finger, "catch the place on fire, or you are gonna be our official party s'more."

The word had been put out for any interested and able hunters, but Dean's pretty sure someone he talked to *must* have put it up on Craigslist, like Sammy said. At least, according to Dean's tenuous and vague understanding of Craigslist. He's pretty sure, additionally, that this also has something to do with adult entertainment of some kind.

Sam nods to Dean, clearly relieved to see things shaping up into something like recognizable order. He carefully carries both the satchel of gear and the sawed-off, pausing to grin at Colt. "Look, uh, I think you maybe have the wrong place, but if you want to come along, you should grab an axe or something and just follow us... but I'm pretty sure if you're looking for craft service, you've got the wrong spot." He glances at Adam, then adds, "But hey, could you sign an autograph for my little brother? Loved you in /Space Colossus/, by the way." Grinning, he turns to amble along after Dean, but as he moves toward the house again, his manner quickly goes from quietly amused to grim-faced and serious. It's a hunt, after all, and John Winchester didn't raise no--

Actually, thinking of their father at a time like this is likely to get someone killed. Nevermind.

Benny Lafitte had been about to say something, when Dean Winchester opened the hotel's front door. At that moment, the vampire's expression goes from 'mildly taut' to a sickly, greenish hue.

The smell of death emanating from this abandoned place is strong enough for even those without enhanced senses to notice. For someone with heightened senses...

'Bad' would be an understatement.

Staring incredulously at Sam, Adam and Colt in particular -- then including everyone else he notices as well -- Benny rubs a hand over his bearded face and gives a brief headshake.

"Aw, hell no," says he in muted exasperation. "Y'all done gone crazy now..." And with that, the living vampire pushes past Dean and enters the hotel. Just as he vanishes (however briefly) into the shadows, he can be heard muttering: "Brother, why cain'tcha bring us some'ere nice fo' a change?"

Adam Milligan doesn't not there's not a craft trailer and he doesn't know what that was, but he does pull out a thermos from his bag and pour Colt a Latte. Then he goes with his brothers, and follow benny inside still no apparent weapon. His unicorn shirt does appear to have changed though and is now a bright red with rainbows, but no one really notices that, because its Adam he likes garish shirts. Maybe he'd changed when he'd reached into his bag for a latte?

Colt Bradford frowns a touch, digging out his cellphone. "This isn't the Stratford Inn, just outside Bacon Hills? Man, somebody really needs to fix the GPS units on the studio cars. Hey, I'm not getting any reception. Are we even still on Earth? I thought there were cell towers /everywhere/ by now." At the mention of weapons, he grins and tucks away the phone, before whipping a shiny katana from somewhere inside his coat. "Oh, I've already got a weapon! What're we fighting? Dragons? Leech monsters? The Ghost with the Three Bloody Fingers? I'm ready for anything! Well, except Ewoks. Nobody's ever ready for Ewoks." He gives Adam another grin as he accepts the latte, carrying it in his left hand and taking a quick sip. He glances again at each of the others, but odd assortment of characters doesn't phase him one bit -- he still thinks this is a film shoot, and odd characters aren't the least bit unexpected behind the scenes.

Mikhail wrinkles his nose as the side door is opened, "Bloody hell, what died?", he looks to corset girl, "I'd keep looking if I was you darling". Curiosity piqued he approaches the building, he was gonna use his magic to open the front doors but judging by the smell, the side door may be the best option, so there he follows.

"... Wait, what rear? Your rear? It's pretty shapely, but I don't really swing that way. I mean... you know." She leans toward Dean, saying, in a stage whisper, "'butt stuff'. And my name is Kenzi." And then he's rambling on about staying frosty, and there's chaos again... Kenzi thrives in chaos. She's sizing up the group, now, realizing perhaps that she's stepped her designer boots in it. Still, something about this all is a little too familiar for the con artist, and she shakes her head. "Bo-Bo... You always miss out on the cool stu-" It starts in a slightly whining tone, and then it ends in overly dramatic coughing and gagging. "Ugh, what smells like an Ass-Wang?"

Amidst the group of hunters and assorted is another woman. Her hair is blonde, pulled back into a ponytail, a backpack slung over her shoulder. Going by the name Kary, she glances about at the assorted people entering the abandoned hotel. Positioned somewhere in the middle of the group and on the opposite side of the group from Benny, she gives a very amused eyebrow raise to Colt. She certainly recognizes him from his roles as well as one or two other key members of their little party. It's certainly an interesting group that has found themselves here. Her nose wrinkles at the smell. "Well, we certainly seem to have quite a little party going," she smirks, voice sounding Virginian Southern accent. "Hope someone brought drinks for everyone."

Dean leads the way in, pleased enough not to need a flashlight yet. "Yeah, after this maybe let's go to Vegas or somethin'. Somewhere *nice*." He answers Benny, glancing around to try and pick out where his fang-buddy went before he just figures Benny's off to scout. He'll be okay, surely. "These ain't the 'movie virus' type of zombie, so don't get too weirded out. But if you get bit, you need to clean that out. It might not be a virus, but they're still corpses." He figures he'll go over the basic run-down, just in case any of these are junior hunters.

"Ass-wangs," Dean chuckles to himself, nodding at Kenzi. "I like you. You're my kinda people." Which should not come as any surprise to his brothers or Benny, probably.

The hotel itself looks like stepping back in time to the early 70s, specifically like someone hit a pause button on time advancing somewhere around 1973 and just had a few spasms of updating a couple of times after that. Some parts are more covered in cobwebs and dust than others, showing the flow of air and the fact that the place isn't perfectly sealed, that perhaps there has been some activity in here. But for whatever reason, there's not a single zombie on the ground floor.

Dean sets his jaw at first, ready for action, but he soon eases into the pace of the hunt, a little more relaxed. He leads the way towards the kitchen area. Maybe zombies retain enough intelligence to check that place out first. Their eating habits or lack thereof might be some indication. "Remember," he calls back, "stay frosty."

Sam sticks close to Dean while also making sure to keep Adam in tow. The others, he mostly figures they can handle themselves--especially Benny. He's not sure about that guy, but Dean trusts him, so... that's something. (What is, anyway, with Dean making friends with supernatural creatures? Next thing you know, he'll bring home a unicorn, and Adam will be /insufferable/ after that.) He hasn't yet noticed any other familiar faces, as he's too focused on carefully carrying his shotgun, keeping an eye on his brothers, and staying carefully on-alert for trouble. Well, y'know... the kind of trouble that leaps out and bites, as opposed to the brooding old hotel full of undead menace kind of trouble.

Alone (briefly) in the middle of the ground floor lobby stands Benny.

The former 'vampirate' has his head tilted up, looking left and right a bit, with his hands on his hips, pushing his greatcoat out of the way. He appears to be sniffing.

And trying not to retch.

"What in hell's an 'ass-wang'?" he finally inquires over his shoulder at the rest of the group. His Louisiana accent shines through -- at least until he starts whistling softly. The tune is unlikely to be recognised by some, being an old, old sea shanty from the early 1900s.

"Smells worse'n an Ass-wang's ass..." he mutters, half-snorting in derision at himself. That can't be a real word. Following his nose, the vampire walks several steps away in the direction of the ground floor kitchen and eating area. At the last moment, he turns his back on the kitchen so he can face the group, and says:

"Awlright, Ah'm done. Who's fo' Vegas?"

Adam Milligan has decided to watch the Star's back, since he's clearly some sort of something, and delusional. He watches the others quietly, carefully. Though he still seems completely unarmed and carefree. Though the smells should be making him wretch, a little time at an alchemy table seems to make your sense of smell far less selective though no less sensitive. He makes sure that both he and the Superstar should the Star join, are within view of Sammy, and Auntie Dean.

Colt Bradford suddenly notices Mikhail, and his eyes light up. "Misha! You're here! But you're outta costume, dude. Where's your spiked dog collar? How's anyone gonna know you're a subordinate werewolf without a collar? Hey, did you get the latest pages for this scene? I don't remember there being quite so many extras." He wrinkles his nose again. "And what is that smell? It's like rotten fruit and rancid dogfood." Noticing that Adam is still closeby, Colt takes another sip of the latte, then offers the cup back to him. "Thanks, kid!" he says cheerfully, throwing an arm around the teen as he follows the two Winchesters and Benny. "Stick close, at least till my PA shows up, in case I need anything else, okay?"

Mikhail follows into the hotel and now that smell is really getting on his nerves, then while he's trying to think he has Colt to contend with, he turns and just for a split second switches to his vamp face, just long enough for Colt to get a look. "Well either the maid hasn't been doing her job, or the maid IS that smell... and the rest of the staff, probably the guests too".

"Wait zombies like 'send more paramedics' zombies?" Kenzi asks, trotting to catch up to Dean. "Forget bringing up the rear, buddy, I'm a bonafied sidekick! I don't do heroic last stands, I cling to my nookie-powered Amazon bodyguard and shriek like a little girl!" Her eyes are extremely, expressively large behind all that eyeliner and eyeshadow and the false eyelashes. "I just... Wait. Spiked dog collar?" Kenzi's easily distracted, she can't help it. She rummages through her purse, pulling out a dark red collar with gold spikes. "Will this work?"

"An Aswang is corpse eater. Or possibly a were beast. Or a vampire. Or a strange turducken of them all," 'Kary' informs Benny as she wrinkles her nose and glances around, a hand keeping near her hip, where it's likely a gun is hidden somewhere. The smirk toward Colt is amused. "Oh, dear, I believe it's all improv today. I'd be on your toes. The props are pretty realistic." Moving toward the kitchen, she keeps her eyes moving about the place.

Dean finds himself increasingly wishing he had the foresight to bring something drugged along, just in case someone like Colt showed up. He notes that mentally for next time: sedatives, short list essential.

The elder Winchester carefully takes in the visuals around him: there's something about this place and its varying degrees of dust and dirt. As he moves into the kitchen, aspects of the pervasive unpleasant scent of decay are increased, though not overtly but surprisingly subtly. He makes a face; even he is finding it hard to put up with, despite his experience.

"Hey Benny," Dean calls out, assuming he'll have just come along regardless. "See if you can't pick out where that smell's comin' from." Training his gun along the beam of the flashlight as he flicks it on, Dean scans the kitchen for signs of life or unlife.

Then suddenly Kenzi's right there next to him, which startles him just enough to send him stepping aside. He never does direct the gun *at* anyone though, so points for Dean's training. "No, man!" His tone softens almost immediately when he registers who it is. "Stupid ones. They'll try to kill and eat you, but take out the head and they ain't too much to deal with. Did you say...nookie-powered Amazon bodyguard?"

So it seems they've lost their rear commander, at least for the moment. "Kary...right, Kary?...you good back there?" Dean calls. She seemed to have it together. Good reliable hunter type, probably. Dean is such an astute judge of character. Hey, she knew what an Ass-Wang was, so she must be okay! That's another one for Dean to remember, along with Kenzi. At least they got *some* good hunters with this whole weird social media mess.

"Nookie?" Sam says, glancing at Kenzi with open disgust. "That stuff smells terrible. Who actually wears that crap?" He darts a look back at Adam and Colt, sighs, and rolls his eyes. Turning back to the task at hand, he mirrors Dean's thinking--drugs, they definitely need drugs for the next time civilians show up to a hunt. Kenzi's sudden movements earn hear a glare of irritation, but at least he doesn't point his shotgun at her. As Bela draws near, he glances back toward her, and his eyes widen a bit. "Shit," he mutters under his breath. "Dean, did you invite any /old friends/ along on this hunt /besides/ Benny?"

Benny smiles back over at Sam, and tips his cap to him.

A moment later, he turns his attention back toward Dean and his eyes go wide. "You want me to go TO'ARD the smell that surely must belong to a boil on the Devil's moldy behind?! God help us all."

The vampire looks over at Mikhail, and then at the rest of the group with an expression that says: 'this gon' get nasty', before striding further into the kitchen. His boots make the floor creak a bit, and the closer he comes toward the meat-locker, the more he tenses up.

When he looks back at Dean, the vampire's second row of fangs are showing. There's blood alright. Grimacing, Benny grabs the handle of the locker -- it is locked tight -- and slowly forces it open.

Inside, a number of meathooks hang from the ceiling, some of them with blood caked on them -- and old bones litter the floor. None of them appear to be animal bones. There is blood on the floor.

And blood on the walls.

And... blood droplets leading just out of the meat locker, and down the stairs to the basement. The living vampire covers his nose with the back of his hand and gives a head-shake. Wordlessly, he points a hand toward the stairs leading down, and then back to the bones.

"What'ya make o' that?" he asks everyone and no one in particular. The answer should not be hard to guess...

Colt Bradford continues to follow along, oblivious to the growing horror, though he does softly comment, "Wow, prop department went all out on the gore, huh?" Shrugging to himself, he looks toward the basement door and gives Dean a grin. "So we go down there next? That doesn't seem very wise. When has anything good ever happened in a basement? Oh hey, when're we gonna split up the party? It's totally a horror trope that the gang hasta split up, so the monsters can pick them off easier. That's why we haven't run into anything yet, we're too big a group."

Mikhail finally notes that he's run into 'Kary' before, if he remembers right, back in another life in San Fransisco but chooses not to draw attention to it, he's more interested in the situation, "Crazed cannables with poor hygine?", he wrickles his nose again, "Colt here is a people person, let’s send him ahead to see how theyre doing shall we?"

"... I might have. You can't prove anything, though." Kenzi mutters. Seeing that everyone else is geared up for zombie hunting, Kenzi starts rummaging in her purse again, only to stop and look up at Sam. "Not the perfume, the act. I'll show you, later." She winks at Sam, then goes back to rummaging, pulling out a small knife and a snub nose revolver. "It's okay, I'm totally packing heat." Guns are so easy to get in the United States. It's a good thing she's not in, like, Canada... When Colt starts speaking up again, Kenzi kind of... crosses her eyes and stares at him a bit, gesticulating a bit with both hands, though she's careful not to stab and or shoot anybody important. "Dood. Bro. Broseph. Brosephine. This isn't a movie, this is totally real life, okay?"

"Oh, you know, it smells like the inside of a bantha and there are zombies. I'm simply peachy," Kary tells Dean with a snort. "I'm fine back here. It smells better." Her eyes look around behind them, though it seems as if all the action is in the front. "Oh good, the creepy basement, yes. Nothing ever bad happens down there." There's a roll of her eyes as she looks to Colt and then the others. "Are we sure we want to bring this guy down there with us? He's totally the guy who gets eaten."

When Sam's interrupting him right after Kenzi, Dean rolls his eyes as if long-suffering and just shakes his head. "Look, I *said* I was sorry. I didn't think *Colt* of all people would tag along. We'll just have to make the most of it and try not to let him get eaten. If he gets eaten, *we were never here*." Of course, that's about when Colt directly addresses him. Dean breathes in through his nose, setting his jaw, clenching his teeth for a moment before forcing out an answer. "We *don't* split up," he replies. "Because that's *exactly* what happens when you split up." Once Kenzi has the clueless actor handled, Dean can focus on other things.

He knew he put her in charge of the rear for a good reason.

The locker is nasty, nastier than the rest of the hotel they've seen so far. The worst they'd have to contend with in the upper floors seems to be nothing more dangerous than questionable decor and hay fever. But when Benny indicates the stairs down, that's when Dean's making a beeline for it. He's down half the stairs, swinging his flashlight around carefully, gun ready in his other hand. "I mean you bring up the rear!" He calls back to Kary. Hey, she made a Star Wars reference too! She's okay by him. It lightens the mood a little.

As the rest might witness once they're below ground, the fairly roomy basement is not entirely finished but does seem to have been at least partially under construction when the hotel was abandoned. There are various tools and implements around, as well as construction materials, and it's fairly easy to see across the open expanses of the basement, at least as long as there's light showing the way. There's also a dense population of zombies, although as the basement is less built -- leading to more cavernous passages with incoherent writing on the walls -- that population thins significantly.

Dean pales, pausing at the base of the stairs and glancing back up. Quietly, to the nearest person, he speaks. "Ain't no way we can take out *that* crowd. Ideas?"

"Holy..." Sam mutters under his breath. Taking it all in, he looks to Dean, whom he'd been following closely. Speaking in a low but tense voice, he says, "You're /sure/ we can't just torch the whole place? I mean, I know that sounds like one of /your/ typical plans, but /this/?" He jerks the shotgun toward the gathered zombies. "We aren't set up to deal with this /Left4Dead/ crap, Dean." He looks to each of the others--except Colt, who he's realized is even more crazy than most famous people--for suggestions.

Benny snarls.

Fangs and all.

Standing there next to Dean, his has his arms at his sides, fingers flexing as though to a beat. He glances back at the others.

"Who was it suggested we torch the damn place?" inquires he, scowling. "Ah reckon tha' ain' such a bad ah-dea."

He shoots Dean a glare.

"It's the Pits all over again, brother." With the Pits in mind, the vampire grabs a knife from his belt, holds it over his other hand and cuts a deep gash in his flesh. As the blood drips to the ground, he chants an incantation and both his hands seemingly burst into flames.

A second later, he starts whistling and walks down toward the throng of undead awaiting them.

Colt Bradford blinks a few times at Kenzi, lips drawing downward in a small, confused frown. "What's the difference?" Then he glances back to Bela/Kary with a deeper frown. "Who, me? I'm totally not the guy who gets eaten -- I'm the star! Stars never get eaten. Haven't you ever seen a movie or TV show? Hell, it took /seven/ movies to kill off Han Solo, and Harrison Ford started off as a carpenter!" Someone's still a little bitter about not being cast as the young Han Solo in the upcoming stand-alone film. Lacking a flashlight, Colt takes out his phone again, switching on the light app, shining it over Dean's shoulder for a look into the cellar. "Um...flamethrower? Unless you have grenades. Those would work, too. I didn't bring any, 'cuz this scene was supposed to be the serial killer werewolf's lair, not Return of the Phantom of the Son of the Bride of Night of the Walking Dead Meets Abbott and Costello at Frankenstein's Castle in Smell-O-Vision 3D, Part VI: A New Beginning." He clips the phone to his belt, so it can continue providing light, and grasps the katana with both hands in a manner that shows he knows what he's doing. "I am totally gonna have Jordan fire himself for not getting me the right pages for this scene."

"Dude what is your obsession with rears? You're like a walking gay joke right now!" Kenzi asks of Dean, her eyes widening as she looks down into the basement... "Holeeeeeee shit /dude/." A pause, and then she looks to Colt. "Can we just shove him down the stairs and run?" She asks, one eyebrow raising. "I mean... I'm not going down there, but he has a katana. Clearly, he can handle all of 'em by himself. Right?" If that idea is struck down, she's okay with it... as long as she doesn't have to go first down the stairs. She has a knife and what may well be a Happy Meal toy of a gun.

Mikhail raises an eyebrow at Benny's dramatic use of magic and shrugs at his Colt suggestion being ignored, still he's come this far, he gestures with a hand, "Vodux", the aim being to knock a large group of the zombies to one side to create a path into the basement, fighting on stairs is irritating.

"Benny!" Dean hisses, not wanting to outright shout it. But as Benny's taking the fore and the zombies are probably going to focus on him for a little bit, he looks around with his flashlight and motions for the others to follow. "There. That dirt and rock opening that looks like a cavern!" And the ominous letters or whatever they are don't seem to slow him down, although he's thinking about what they are. As they get closer, it looks like something that might have been English or French or something of the sort, though messy and incoherent, transitioning into shapes that resemble nothing quite so much as the Anasazi symbols he and Sam are definitely familiar with, and that even Adam will probably at least know of.

Dean does wait a second though, for Kenzi, and slides his flashlight arm around her protectively. She reminds him, almost uncomfortably, of the realization how he probably feels to Sam that another acquaintance made clear to him.

When the zombies notice the flaming vampire converging on them, they also notice the 'main course' standing on the stairs behind him (although Colt might be considered 'dessert', or a dinner roll!). Then it starts.

To take himself out of the line of friendly fire, Benny all but zaps forward into the throng, a blur of motion and red flame. Actually, if it were not for the flame it might be hard to pick him out of the densely packed undead.

But he is no longer in the way of anyone's shotguns.

As for tactics, he doesn't appear to be trying to punch and kick so much as burn as many of the abominations as he can... while making his way toward the cavern.

"Yo' buyin' at the pub, brother!" he calls out amid more snarling. Then he disappears under a pile of zombies.

Sam, meanwhile, leaps ahead of Dean. Shouting, "Keep Adam and the others clear! I'll get Benny's back!" he wades into the fray, quickly swapping out his sawed-off, which goes back into the satchel, for his machete in one hand and handgun in the other. He doesn't take much time to aim, but even his wild shots are pretty good, and the swing of that blade does a lot to keep the zombies from getting too close. He probably can't keep up this pace, but for the moment Sam Winchester is demonstrating just why, exactly, Dean chose to drag him back into the fight last year.

"I'm at the back!" Kary rolls her eyes. From there, she pulls the gun that has been at her hip for a bit. As the others go rushing forward or cutting their way in, she keeps close by. She shoots a few in the head as they go, however she is doing her duty - keeping the back clear. It's the other people's duties to make sure the front is clear. As she goes, she kicks the dead bodies behind them, keeping a path clear, but piling them up toward the stairs and the door.

Mikhail has no weapons on him and would really rather not get himself covered in zombie goo (very much doubting the washing facilities here are any good) so for now he makes moves to make zombie kiling easier for those willing to get dirty, "Errox femus", this bone breaking spell won't cause the undead any pain but broken legs will definatly slow them down.

"Sammy!!" Dean is becoming more and more irritated by the people he cares about throwing themselves into the thick of things. "Kenzi, make sure everybody gets in there. Especially him." He half-manhandles Adam along, as if *definitely making sure* he's not going to be making a heroic stand like Benny and Sam. Maybe with Kenzi on him, Adam will be kept in check and not wander off or get into danger. Surely between the two of them, they can make it relatively unscathed.

Dean watches the rest, to make sure they're coming along. Once everyone else is at the cavern, he waves over at Benny and Sam. "Hey. HEY! Get over here!" Whatever, whoever is slowing the zombies down, he's grateful for it. "They'll forget you exist in a few seconds. C'mon!"

"Whoa, cool effect, dude!" Colt says in awe, as he watches the flaming Benny dive into the fray. A moment later, Sam is in there swinging as well, and Colt simply will not be left out. "Cavern, gotcha. Onward!" With a dramatic flourish of his blade, he leaps down the remainder of the stairs and immediately spins to lop the head off one of the lurching dead. SWISH! He doesn't pause for applause though, quickly spinning the other direction to impale a zombie through the skull. With a quick jerk of his hands, the blade is free again, and he's swinging at the next creature. He really does seem to know what he's doing with that katana, though the lightsaber 'voom-voom-kish!' sounds he vocalizes do tend to diminish the super-cool ninja effect. Slowly, he wades through the throng toward the cavern's opening, leaving a trail of jerking corpses in his wake.

Despite launching dramatically into things, Sam's intention seems to be more about making a path for the others than really trying to fight all the zombies. He moves fast, and once he sees Colt's fallen into step with him, he makes it a point to stick close to him while also trying to make his way across to the cavern where Dean is. Fortunately, it seems like Colt has the same idea, so between the two of them they manage to make it across without too much incident. Sam would never have guessed that, come the end of the day, he'd be able to say "Thank god Colt Bradford showed up with a sword to help us out!"

The be-corseted teen is put on slightly younger teen-watching duty, and she turns to Adam, looking him up and down. "So, um... you like ponies, huh?" She shrugs, then turns toward the staircase and starts making her way down it, moving with surprising grace and speed despite the stilettos. "Holy crap, crazykatanaboy is actually useful! Who'd have guessed?" She jumps down the last five or six steps into the fray, keeping her gun held at the ready to protect herself and Adam. The knife? Well, it's tucked into her boot for now. Let's hope she remembers that, later.

A zombie turns at the sound of Dean's voice, its mouth agape and moaning while its tongue snakes out as if trying to lick the air... before falling to the ground with a wet smack. The zombie has shreds of clothing in its teeth... Benny's clothing.

A flaming fist collides with the abomination's neck, sending it's grinning head flying through the air to land at Kenzi's feet. Benny appears a moment later, his clothes somewhat tattered and covered in... substances best left to the imagination.

"Ah'm good," says he, grinning as the fire around his hands dies. Behind him, plenty of the creatures are burning, and helping to set each other alight... but the fire will go out before it burns them all.

Too bad.

"Hey, what -- ?!"

The vampire kicks his foot, sending a grasping hand skidding along the ground toward the rest of the mass of oozing, writhing and moaning undead. "Can we go now? Ah'm all... zombied out. Ah think this jus' put me off white meat fo' a while."

Dean watches Colt move, either enraptured by the graceful fighting or terrified by the fact that Colt fights that well. He hopes, in the back of his mind, that Colt is not regularly given live weapons of any kind, because otherwise there are probably a lot of horrible, horrible accidents on the sets of his movies and shows.

Benny coming back all...action-hero-tattered draws Dean's attention, and his eyes wander down and back up again. Damn zombies. When Sam draws closer, he reaches out an arm almost by sheer reflex, to tug Sam along and closer to him, still kind of half-staring at Benny before turning to catch up with the rest. "Good job, Benny."

Meanwhile, the cavern gives way to even more of the writing. The deeper it goes, the more it looks like those symbols. And there's a...horrible smell in the air. Worse than the rest, worse than zombies. It's like they were only the symptom, and this is more the source, the real disease. There's a singing voice, faint and quiet, and seeming to come from all around. It sounds like a little girl.

"You know, you could've just sealed them in!", Mikhail recently learnt a sealing spell that he's wanted to try out, the spell would stop the zombies crossing wither threshold of the room, as he walks a zombie reaches out and manages to tear a sleave and half his shirt off, "F**k!", he turns and renches the head from he rest of the rotting body, "Fractos vados", the head is tossed into the crowd where it explodes (no firepower, more just distracting other undead). He catches up to Dean, "You owe me a shirt", he's distracted by the writing, "Is anyone reading this?".

There's a high pitched shriek from Kenzi as the zombie head lands at her feet, and then she hauls off with a full force kick to it, sending it flying into the zombie-crowd. "This is NOT how you play football!" She objects, looking mournfully down at her boots. "Mannn... These were new, too." She whimpers, then hurries after the group, keeping tabs on Adam as only The Sidekick can.

Colt Bradford looks Benny up and down with a slight frown. "Aw man, no fair! I shoulda been the one with the torn shirt. Everyone knows the sexiest guy in the scene gets the torn shirt." And then Mikhail is there in only half a shirt, and Colt lets out a long-suffering sigh. "That's it, someone get my agent on the line. Heads will roll!" A moment later, he flashes a sunshine-bright grin. "Just joshin', guys. I don't mind sharing the sexiness spotlight. I am gonna need a new shirt though, 'cuz this one's all covered in corn syrup blood, which I think has gone rancid. I didn't even know that could happen." He wrinkles his nose a bit, then reaches down to tilt his phone toward the nearest wall, illuminating the odd writing. "Sorry, I didn't take Ancient Sumerian as an elective, so no clue what any of this says. Hey, does anyone else hear singing?"

Benny looks back at Colt and frowns, puzzled.

Then his lips spread into a wry smile. "Ahh, you could always go back 'n ask the hungry undead to take a rip out o' yourn as well..." Glancing at Dean, he shrugs. "Ah reckon there was a fella on mah ship jus' like that one there..." says he, jerking a thumb at Colt.

With a brief pause, he leans forward to peer at the odd writing on the wall. "Well," says he. "That's awful Biblical if y'ask me. Jus' missin' us some locusts 'n frogs to go along with it." As for the singing, he is trying to ignore it. It sounds... so very wrong in this place. He does, however, give Colt a second glance... and nod his head.

From the back, Kary keeps the team moving forward through the mindless zombies. She doesn't have the elegant fighting style of Colt or the ferocity of the Winchesters or Benny. Instead, she fights like someone who is used to it, but doesn't have to all that often. As they keep moving downward, Kary uses the chaos to her advantage.

As the others move toward the more horrifying and the worse smell, that's not what Bela signed up for. There may be something worth quite a bit down there, but she didn't sign up for Winchesters and movie stars. Instead, she'll take as much time as she has to fill up her backpack with syringes of Dead Man's blood. And drag a zombie corpse to her truck for harvesting. There's no goodbye for the wayward adventurers. She's sure she'll see them again some time.

"Oh yeah, lemme just whip up a magical seal to stop zombies and stuff." Dean rolls his eyes at Mikhail. Although the rest of what the magical vamp-boy does manages to impress. "Nice. Uh. Sammy?" No slouch himself, Dean takes a look at the symbols with his flashlight, though he ends up distracted by the singing and waves the beam around the rest of the dimly-lit cavern. It's maybe natural phosphorescence or something that keeps any level of light here. The singing grows in volume.

The writing is definitely close to Anasazi symbols, and Sam will likely be able to place them. They are supposed to ward off the hunger that can only have one, forbidden name.

Mikhail raises an eyebrow at Dean, "Who needs a magic seal? I can seal this place with a blood spell", he looks at the wall frowning, "Probably a good moment to meantion that I am VERY good with languages, I can read this... Or I COULD if that damn singing wasn't SO DAMN ANNOYING!"

Benny tugs on his coat collar, and turns his back on the singing. The mention of sealing the tunnel with a blood spell has him intrigued, but from the look of his flexing and unflexing hands, one might deduce he'd rather get back into that fight the old-fashioned way.

If he had a chance of getting back out again.

"Might wanna concentrate then," he tells Mikhail in that slow drawl of his. "Get to readin'. If ah need ta do more blood magic, ah'm gonna get awful thirsty..." and he looks meaningfully at the humans with them.

Trying to convey more worry rather than intent.

In any case, he starts walking toward the sound of the voice...whistling along in tune.

"Why is there singing? This isn't happy-go-lucky-it's-a-small-world-after-all singing. This is the BAD kind of singing." When Mikhail mentions a blood spell, Kenzi gulps. "I'd just like to point out, before the blood spell, that if it requires virgin blood I am NOT qualified to donate." She sidles close to Dean once more, backing into him, dragging Adam with her. "Holy shit, we're all gonna die."

Colt Bradford squints at the wall, then gives his head a quick shake. "It probably says what all mystic wall-writing says: Danger, beware, dire curse, abandon hope all ye who blah-blah-blah. And then there'll be one small section tucked away in a corner, telling us how to undo the curse or whatever, and then we can all go out for a post-apocalypse beer and comment about how we've been dramatically and irrevocably changed by the experience. Cue closing credits, maybe over a blooper reel. Of course, then some drunken college students will accidentally activate the curse again for the sequel, but they'll probably only bring one or two of us back for that." Oh hey, there's Adam again, still alive and kicking. With a grin, Colt throws his free arm around Adam. "On the other hand, if they do bring you back for the sequel, you're sure to get top billing, so that's something, right?"

Reaching Dean's side and breathing heavily, Sam leans in to examine the symbols. "They're... pretty close to Anasazi symbols, actually. Wendigos?" He looks around. "Those... didn't have zombie hordes, last time." He looks to Dean. Figuring this stuff out in a hotel room with all night and the Internet to help is one thing, but coming up with blood magic rituals on the fly isn't exactly Sam's "A game." Looking to the others, he says, "There's gonna be a monster around here somewhere--way worse than the zombies." To Dean, he says, "Do you think we can just, maybe, kill it? That almost seems too easy."

"We are *not* gonna die!!" Dean barks in Kenzi's direction, although he quiets down pretty quickly when suddenly, and almost eerily on cue, the singing just...stops. There's a mumbling, incoherent and soft, in no language known. It may just be syllables, rambling, and it changes from one voice to another, to another, but it's clearly the same speaker because it's sometimes shifting mid-sound. The voices are so different, it seems almost impossible, but it's hard to deny.

Dean turns, and the flashlight shines across a humanoid figure. He hurriedly directs it back once he's missed it, and the once humanish figure has now turned into a massive, hulking horror that leaps right for the elder Winchester, who opens fire with a couple of shots from his gun, stumbling back. "Sammy!! We need fire!!"

"They're wards of some kind, something about hunger and a word I can't translate exactl...", then Sam says the word, "Yes Wendigo, that would be the word, warding against a wendigo's hunger maybe?, my Anasazi is rusty". He looks to Kenzi, and after Dean says they're not, "Some of you might die", he watches Dean shoot, "Thats... unexpected".

The word 'Wendigo' stops Benny in his tracks.

The whistling fades.

The singing... remains.

Giving Dean and Sam a look very much like 'you did it again, didn't you? you drank all the beer and ate all the snacks and left me with the cleaning up, again?!' he tucks in his chin, puts his hands on his hips and exclaims:

"A Wendigo?! Aw, HELL no. Ah'm fixin' ta rearrange some o' yo' facial features now, if yo' brought us into a Wendigo den..." Then he points at Colt.

"An' what in hell is this gull squawkin' about? This ain' a movin' picture, son." He frowns.

He looks back at Dean.

"This better not be a movin' picture, brother."

And that's when he notices the figure.

"Oh god I didn't think I'd miss the creepy singing." Kenzi whispers, her eyes large as saucers as she peers around in the darkness. "I just wanted gasoline so I could finish a roadtrip with my bestie, and now she's going to find my fashionable remai-... Shitballs, now there's creepy mumbles!?" She opens fire on the figure as it comes toward Dean, and manages not to hit anyone in the party. Her stance is even credible, though she looks like she might lose her lunch at any second. How tight IS that corset?

Colt Bradford shakes his head to Sam. "It's never that easy. We can't actually kill the big, bad monster. Not permanently. See, this is a generational parable. The youth of every generation must ignore the wisdom of their elders and confront the darkness, only to discover they're not nearly as prepared as they thought they were. But then…holy crudsticks!" He whips up his katana again, leaping protectively in front of Adam and facing the new menace. "See? Not nearly as prepared as we thought we were!"

Mikhail thinks fast, Benny has his back to that thing so is likely a good target, so if you wanna hurt that thing... "A verte insiguinae, a tor a ver!". Not a spell he's done before but if it worked and he's really lucky, the wendigo is not gonna enjoy biting Benny.

Whether it is because of the spell just placed upon him, or the fact that there is a monster right behind him, Benny -- usually so fearless in the face of battle -- swallows.

He points a finger at Mikhail.

"We gon' talk about this later you underst -- !" At that moment, the creature grabs him from behind and sinks its teeth into his shoulder. Benny snarls, fangs and all, and attempts to throw the thing over his shoulder... which would actually send it to toward the rest of the team.

Sam reaches into the satchel he's now quite glad he's lugged all this way, handing Dean a large container of lighter fluid. "This is all I've got on me--will it be enough?" He glances at Colt, brows knitted, and just says, "/What?/" Then he lets it go. Then he just shakes it off, raises his gun, and starts emptying his clip into that /thing/ that just grabbed Benny. "Knew I should have brought the real shotgun shells," he growls under his breath. "Dean? You got the lighter, right?"

"Oh, you need flammables? Will flammables stop the craziness?" Kenzi shifts the gun to a single hand, then almost immediately draws out a flask, looking at it sadly as she holds it up. "I was gonna drink this until I couldn't feel feelings anymore, but I'd rather live."

Everything happens so fast! The vampires take the brunt of the first attack, which gives the brothers time to work amongst themselves. Dean takes the lighter fluid and pulls his lighter handily from the capacious jacket, beaming as he holds it up. "I got it!"

Then Benny collides with him like a half-naked snot comet of some sort, and Dean goes down like a sack of potatoes to the ground. By the time he pushes himself up, hurrying to try and get himself and Benny out of the line of potential attack, he realizes he still has a grip on the lighter fluid...but not the lighter itself. "I don't got it, Sammy!!"

The wendigo is furious, slavering, eyes glowing in the dark. Every step it takes, the ground shakes. "You're all going to die here," it says, in a horrific approximation of Kenzi's voice...if she were a wraith or something. Then it switches to a tone much closer to Benny's, although without the accent. "Every last one."

Colt Bradford spares a quick glance at Sam. "I can explain it all later. It's a well-established cultural trope you find in various mythologies and legends from around the world, which Hollywood has beaten to death in the last couple decades." When the beast begins to make the tired villain speech, Colt just sighs. "Seriously, that's all you've got? Come up with something original, dude. Like...." Making sure Adam is still safely out of reach, Colt leaps forward and spins mid-air, slicing the katana at the wendigo's neck while shouting, "Remember the a la mode!" Of course, the actor doesn't have super-speed, so whether he connects or not is anyone's guess.

Benny comes up on one knee, his flat-cap trampled on the ground somewhere, his coat -- his beloved, most favourite-est coat -- torn heavily at the shoulder, enough that the green blood is soaking through it.

Wait. Green blood?

"What in hell'd you do to me..?" he starts to ask just as the Wendigo gets up again, and speaks to him. The creature appears to be frothing at the mouth, and is slightly unsteady on its feet -- likely courtesy of Benny's blood.

Poison blood.

He glares cutlasses at the monster (the wendigo that is), and points to his ruined coat. "This was mah very special favourite coat, ya speck o' gull-shit." With that, he mutters the same incantation he had before, causing his right hand (only that one) to ignite, and he promptly starts to throw flame at the Wendigo. For those with lighters and accelerants, now's the time!

"Hey! I do /not/ sound like that!" Kenzi snaps, before diving after the lighter, cursing loudly in Russian as she skids to a stop not far from it, scrambling the last few inches. "Trakhni menya v zadnitsu i nazyvat' menya Sally!!!" And then she's rolling, as fast as she can. "Hey, gayjokes, catch!" And then she's tossing the lighter toward Dean.

Mikhail grins as he was conviced for a moment the spell had failed but hell yeah it worked but then he has to go push his luck, "Phasmatos Incendia", and he spends what little he had left there, falling against the caven wall, his complexion like ash and blood vessels promenant.

Sam drops to one knee, digging in the satchel. He finds a spare magazine first, slapping that into his gun, and fires off occasional shots at the wendigo while rummaging in the bag for all he's worth. Finally, he comes up with a big box of wooden matches. "/Dean!/" he shouts, "Spray it down, and I'll light it up!" More shots. Sometimes, Sam really misses school.

The wendigo is not susceptible to Colt's attack, as such, but it does seem to startle the thing. Unfortunately...it startles the thing, and Colt is right there to be backhanded away. But the creature then starts to shriek, having not expected the strong and fiery assault. The sound echoes around the cavern, and it's haunting. Terrifying. No one will forget it anytime soon.

So much fire! So very much fire. Dean grins when Kenzi calls out to him, and he catches the lighter perfectly, snatching it out of the air like a pro. "Thanks!" Scrambling over to Sam, he huddles close to squirt the lighter fluid at the creature and looks over to Sam. "You wanna do the honors, princess?" Holding out the lighter, he flashes a grin and bounces his eyebrows at his brother. That'll work better than matches, for sure. Though Sam is probably going to smack him much like the wendigo did Colt, later.

Of course Dean found a lighter from some hot girl while Sam was digging for matches. /Of course./ It's practically scripted. Shooting his brother a filthy look, he throws the matches back into the bag, takes the lighter, and flicks it at the wendigo. "Jerk," he snarls at his brother, then ducks down for the incoming blast. Hey, for them this passes for affection!

Colt Bradford fully expected to be standing over the headless body of the wendigo, not flying through the air like a cannon-shot. He doesn't even have time to let out a yelp of surprise before he slams against the cavern's wall, then tumbles down to the floor, accompanied by the sounds of several bones snapping. Ouch, that's gonna hurt later. Hope the production company kept up their insurance payments. Still pumped up with adrenaline, Colt doesn't feel the pain yet, so he tries to spring back onto his feet, only to find his legs not cooperating. Blinking, he looks down to discover one leg is laying at a completely unnatural angle, and as his mind catches up to what's happened, his eyes suddenly roll back in his head. Lights out for now!

Remarkably unconcerned about Colt, Dean nonetheless does wince as he sees the actor go flying. Mik's pretty much down by now too, though his contribution was likewise surprisingly helpful. It'll all work out. Probably.

Dean twists the cap on the bottle and halfway leaps onto Sam, to cover him from any subsequent explosion. Hopefully, Kenzi is doing her part to keep Adam safe, or vice-versa.

Though the wendigo doesn't explode so much as just...sort of burst into a fireball, which accompanies that horrible, horrible scream. In a thankfully short time, it's just a pile of fire and remains, and the zombies in the basement, as well as the few in the rest of the hotel, are nothing but corpses again. Which is gross, but at least they're not walking and trying to eat everybody.

Yeah, make the skinny twig girl protect the much bigger teenage boy! Which... is exactly what Kenzi does. She may be the sidekick, but she's still protective of kids, and Adam reads as someone much less mature than her, to her. And so she's flinging her becorseted form over him, heedless of modesty in her skirt, and of damage to her clothing, for a change. Once the explosion has passed, she opens her eyes. "Well... the singing stopped...?"

Benny climbs up from where he had taken shelter from the fireball, now completely covered in dirt (to add to the blood and ichor from the undead), and missing his hat. He looks over at Kenzi and nods his head a little, in agreement regarding the infernal singing.

"Well," says he, cracking his neck from side to side and rolling his shoulders. "Ah'm starved. Drinks first, then..." and the vampire grins, glancing over at the corpses. "Who's fo' steak?"

Colt Bradford slowly pushes himself to a sitting position, both his legs fully functional (and pointing in the right direction) again. "Look, stars," he mutters to no one in particular, sounding a bit drugged. "Ready when you are, Raul!"

"I know," Sam says from under Dean, shuffling and shifting so he can make sure Adam wasn't anywhere dangerous when everything finally went down--he saw his brother get clear, he's sure, but that doesn't stop the nagging voice that still blames himself for his mother, his girlfriend--he won't add a brother to that list. Then, outwardly casual, he continues, "Pie. We're gonna need lots and lots of pie."

Dean, from half-atop Sam, starts to move off his brother so both of them can stand. He starts dusting Sam off, completely unconcerned about anything else until Benny suggests his meal choices. Then Dean grimaces. That's not happening today. First, they need a shower. Next, a change of clothes. Then...

"Y'know Benny, there's this place Sammy introduced me to. It's down the street from the Tiki Inn." Dean glances over his shoulder to his vampire buddy. "They got *sweet potato fries*, it's the most amazing thing..." Because right now, he's definitely not in the mood for anything like steak. But pie and the rest of this place's fare sound a lot better.

He's sure they'll work it out. And they'll get Kenzi situated. Or something. Maybe she likes pie too? He does glance over and, once he's done cleaning Sam and straightening his clothes out, he hurries over to help Kenzi and Adam up. Though he doesn't fuss over Kenzi like he does his brothers. She'd probably boot him. "Good job, Kenzi. Thanks for takin' care of the brat." He turns, next, to Adam, to smile and ruffle his hair. "Good job, brat." Then he wanders over towards Sam, to start finishing the business they started here at this abandoned hotel full of decay and doom.

Once she's helped up, Kenzi sets about righting herself, frowning as she dusts off her clothes. "Hey Gayjoke! My ass needs dusting down, too." She wiggles her pert little be-skirted bottom at Dean as she shifts her skirt back to a modest length, then grins. "I'm /so/ down for sweet potato fries and pie... Not so much steak, though... Little put off of that kind of meat for a while..."

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