The motel room seemed to be empty, which served as a relief for Sam. If anything happened to be hiding in the bathroom, he knew Jo well enough that she would holler if anything was wrong. He closed the damaged door, not that it would do them much good. The hunter was also exhausted. “Just take what you need.” he called out with a yawn, giving Jo her personal space.
He rummaged through the refrigerator, pulling out a beer that would’ve been cold had the power been working. He knew his outburst upset Jo, even if she didn’t come off that way. She was never a good liar. Sam laid out on the bed as he waited for the blonde, taking a few sips of his beer. He placed the bottle on the counter. He kept his eyes open for as long as he could manage.
"Kay," she called back, lighting a candle in the dark bathroom and trying to see just how bad she looked. Her hair was hanging scraggly and kinked from the rain, and she was pale. It wasn’t like it would make any difference how she looked in front of Sam, but it might help her convince him she was okay if she didn’t look half dead.
After pulling on a pair of looser pants, putting her hair up and splashing some cold water on her face she walked out into the main part of the motel room. She looked around for Sam, being used to seeing his tall figure stick out like a sore thumb. It took her a minute before she spotted him. He looked so peaceful while he slept, and she didn’t want to wake him up, but knew he’d want to find his brother. Jo decided that it might be less threatening if she sat beside him on the bed rather than standing over him, and so she sat on the side farthest from him. “Sam,” she whispered, not getting an answer, she reached over and lightly put her hand on his shoulder, hoping he didn’t wake up and freak out.