IDENTITY CRISIS CH.13

"How could he not know?" Dean said pacing past Sam and Hana in the hallway.

"I don't know. Maybe we should discuss this in the room, before you start bothering the neighbors." Sam said as he walked into Alex's room.

Dean followed Sam into Alex's room, where they saw her laying in her bed, sleeping peacefully.

"It's hard to believe she's actually sick." Sam then placed Hana into her crib. "Hey, weren't you supposed to go out with Morana like two nights ago?"

Dean stood there thinking about it for a minute. "Huh. Oh well, guess I have to reschedule." Dean went into the bathroom, to get himself a glass of water.

"You can do that after you find Maz." Sam said standing in the door way.

"You know Sam, I'm starting to feel like I'm doing everything on this case, while you just sit around..." Dean trailed off and got a confused look on his face. "What is that smell?" This time he was disgusted.

"Alex threw up in the trash can." Sam answered plainly.

"And what did you do with the can?" Dean asked worried, then Sam pointed to the shower curtain. "What's the matter with you?!"

"Will you calm down? You're going to wake up Alex and Hana." Sam whispered.

"Dude, you can't just put that in the bathtub!" Dean hissed, taking what Sam had just said into consideration. A swift hand came up to cover his mouth as Dean's gag reflex reacted. "Ok, you know what?"

"What?" Sam asked annoyed with an eye roll.

"The dumpster. You take it down to the dumpster real quick, while she's sleeping and I'll go find Maz." Dean didn't give Sam a chance to argue, as he quickly walked out of the hotel room.
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Dean walked down the hallway to the lobby. On his way there, he past a man with a towel hanging over his shoulders. Dean figured that the guy must have come from the pool, because he had water dripping off of him. After he past the guy, Dean saw Angela at the front desk. Morana handed her a new room key, then Angela turned around and saw Dean.

"What? You didn't trust me?"

"No, I just came down here to kick somebodies a**. Unfortunately it wasn't yours." Dean smirked at her, then walked up to Morana.

"Come to apologize?" Morana asked crossing her arms.

"That and I need to talk to your boss about something."

"Well he's busy at the moment-"

"Its urgent." Dean interrupted her with an insistent look on his face.

Morana sighed and looked at a door behind her. "He's in his office. I'll let him know that you want to talk." She walked over to the door and knocked on it.

After a couple of minutes, Maz came out of his room. "I told you not to bother me."

"I know, but a guest wants to talk to you." She pointed to Dean, who waved at Maz.

"What do you want?" Maz asked expecting to hear the worse.

"I just want to talk." Dean shrugged.

"Fine. Come into my office." He held the door open for Dean, as he walked in.

When Dean came into the room he was surprised to see bouquet of flowers sitting on the desk.

"Those are from my parents." Maz walked over to the desk and sat down. "Sorry about the mess. Things have been a little crazy lately." He drifted off as he was looking at the flowers.

Dean was still standing and walked over to the desk. "Busy killing people?"

"What?!" Maz asked appalled at the notion.

"You heard me." Dean said sternly and whipped out his gun.

"Whoa! What are you doing?! I didn't kill anybody!" Maz said holding his hands up in surrender.

"Oh really?" Dean walked closer to Maz, still aiming his gun at him. "All those people dying in your hotel and you not giving a cr*p about them, that's supposed to be normal? And the all those sarcastic comments about their deaths."

"That's what this is about?!" Maz let out a small laugh. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"Oh, I'm not kidding."

Maz was silent for a minute then looked back at the flowers. "Look...I can't handle all of this right now."

"Handle what?" Dean asked suspiciously.

"These deaths! Alright?" Maz paused trying to calm down. "I know she would be disappointed in the way I've been acting, but I can't help it. It's like something is controlling me and I can't stop it."

"Who would be disappointed?" Dean asked wondering if it had to do with the situation.

"...My girlfriend, Cindy. She died three weeks ago. The cancer finally caught up to her." Dean lowered his gun and realized that he made a mistake.
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A few minutes after Dean left, Sam finally worked up the courage to pick up the trash can from the bathtub. Before he left, he glanced over at Alex to make sure that she was asleep. Sam walked out of the room and headed downstairs. On his way down, he passed a man with a towel resting on his shoulders. Sam continued going down and the man continued going up.

The man walked up to his room on the third floor. After he unlocked his door, he walked inside his room and headed for the bathroom. Once there, he threw his towel on the on the floor and walked over to the sink. He looked in the mirror and noticed that he had a little stubble. He reached down for his razor, but didn't find it. As the man was looking for his razor, the door creaked open. He was too busy to notice the noise, then he finally found it.

The guy carefully started shaving, and a dark figure walked over to him. He looked down to rinse off his his razor, and when he looked up, he saw a woman with a black hood smiling at him.

"What the...?" The man didn't get a chance to react, because the woman wrapped her arm tightly around his neck.

The man gripped at her arm and tried pulling her off. His struggles only caused her to squeeze tighter, she pulled his head back and grabbed his razor. She quickly swiped the razor clean across his neck, cutting his throat. She removed her arm and washed off the blood from leather gloves.

The man started choking on his blood and fell to the floor. Blood was pooled in the white sink, splattered on the mirror and smeared on the floor. The woman kicked the man hard in the head and watched as his body went limp, collapsing on the floor.
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As Sam walked to the stairs, he met up with Dean. "Hey, how'd it go?"

"It wasn't him." Dean started walking up the stairs and Sam followed him.

"But what about all those things you said-"

"Trust me. It wasn't him." Dean interrupted Sam and they continued going up the stairs.

"So now we're back to square one?"

"Yeah, it looks like." Dean sighed and the walked through the door. As they walked to Alex room, Dean noticed a door was open down the hall. "Hey. Check it out."

Sam looked in the direction that Dean pointed, and saw the same thing. They both walked down the hall and Dean pulled out his gun again. Dean walked into the room first and saw a man covered in blood, laying on the floor. As Sam checked for a pulse, while Dean scanned the room to make sure the killer was gone.

"Well, it looks like Sweeney Todd is gone." Dean said walking back over to Sam.

Sam sighed at his brother's remark and stood up. "He's dead. Who ever is doing this knows that we're on to them. That's why they did it during the day."

"The question is: who?"

They both walked back to Alex's room and saw Hana still sleeping, but Alex was missing.

"Not again." Dean groaned and started checking the balcony.

Sam walked over to the bathroom and saw that it was closed. "Alex?"

"What?" Alex opened the door and was still shaking a little.

As she took a step forward, Sam noticed that she was a little wobbly. "Whoa!" Sam grabbed Alex, before she fell to the floor. "Alex, what were you doing? You shouldn't be walking around in your condition." Together they walked back to the bed, and Dean walked over to them.

Dean crossed his arms in disappointment looking at Alex. "What was so important that you had to scare us like that?"

Alex weakly laughed as she climbed into bed. "Alright, fine. Dean, the next time I have to use the bathroom, I'll let you know."

"You...oh." Sam said realizing what Alex meant.

"Yeah, you're on your own with that one." Dean replied.