A Day Off?? // Zanna //

Zanna grunted as she got up, putting a hand to her stomach. Good thing she didn't eat much while watching the movie, else she'd be throwing it all up right about now. She used the wall as a support to get up, standing straight and shrugging her shoulders like nothing ever happened. "It's cool. I'm good." she said with a half smile. She didn't want to worry Dean too much after such an explosion of emotion. She didn't know what it was, but something was seriously wrong with Dean, as much as she hated to put it that way. "I've dealt with worse. Although, I'm not too sure about them."

Zanna gestured to the scattered bodies of unconscious teens. She wasn't really worried about them - they deserved it - but she was mildly concerned about the one that was beaten to a pulp. Somewhere in Dean's fist barrage she knew she heard something crack unpleasantly. Kneeling beside the teen, Zanna got a closer look at the damage with a wincy face. "Well, he's still breathing. Hopefully he won't wake up as an inconsiderate dick. But, Dean..." she started, standing up again and stepping over the body to the Winchesters. "Seriously, what was that? You've been edgy since the motel, and don't think I haven't noticed." The brunette crossed her arms over her shoulders.

Zanna huffed when Dean avoided the subject, looking around at the awakening teen. She was annoyed. The brunette had forgiven him for hitting her the moment his fist landed on her ribs, he probably mistook her for another kid, but forgiving him for not talking to them about something obviously wrong was going to take a bit more. What was it with Winchesters and not talking about things that were important? This didn't happen often, did it?

"Let's go before someone sees and calls the cops." she said, standing up and walking in their original direction before they were jumped. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she started to ponder about what to do with Dean. In truth, she probably wasn't going to do anything, but she wanted to help her friend as much as possible before they eventually part ways again. Zanna dragged her heels as she walked slowly towards the Impala, thinking about how she had a flash of a completely different Dean when he was annihilating that kid.

Zanna felt awkward in the backseat as Sam scolded Dean. She couldn't help but wonder if it happened a lot. The brunette made a face when he brought her into the conversation. "I'm fine." she quipped. She'd been hit in the stomach more times than she could count, so it didn't effect her much. It was a simple ache now, but she could bear with it. Dean's outburst caught her off guard, the sudden swerve off to the side of the road made her mildly slam into the side of the car. "Jeez!" Zanna must have looked like a hot mess when Dean turned in his seat to address her. His story started right away, and she struggled to process everything as he went straight to the point.

The way he looked through her almost made her shiver. He looked like a surviving soldier coming home from a World War; there, but not. "Dean, I..." She started, but Zanna didn't have a clue as to what to say. What did he have to go through down in purgatory? She thought only monsters ended up there. In recent time, she noticed that her Leviathan encounters weren't plentiful, and she did assume the Winchesters had something to do with it, but she didn't know it cost one of them. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize." Zanna felt guilty for being so hard on him.

The air in the car was more tense and awkward now that the truth came out. Pursing her lips and glancing out of the window, Zanna shrugged her shoulders. "If you wanna talk..." she offered quietly, her sentence trailing off, intent obvious. Though, Dean just gave her a look that read that he didn't wanna hear it, though she could tell that he was grateful for the offer. Zanna rolled her eyes good-naturedly, sporting a small smile. What was it with guys and not wanting to talk about their emotions?

At the mention of an ambulance, the brunette nodded and pulled out her phone, making the call and leaving an anonymous tip about a beat up group of kids by the movie theater. "Huh," Zanna started as she hug up the phone. "I wonder what their story will be? Surely they're not stupid enough to say they jumped a bunch of senior citizens." she said, sitting back and crossing her arms over her chest with a joking smile.

"Yeah, me too." she agreed with a smile, leaning against the side of the Impala. "Although, I think this was both therapeutic and fun experience for you. How was it, guys, seeing your first movie in forever? Minus the douche-canoes that showed up, of course." Zanna really hoped the two had at least slightly enjoyed themselves. From what little information she knew, the Winchesters didn't like sitting around and doing nothing, which was exactly what watching a movie was except you were multitasking eating and possibly crying. Shoving her hands in her jacket pockets, she pushed herself off the Impala (as gently as she possibly could) and started off slowly towards the motel.

Zanna opened her mouth widely and let out a yawn, putting a hand over her mouth out of habit. In all the excitement, and semi-due to said excitement, she had forgotten how tired she was. She trudged her feet up the rusty stairs to their room floor ahead of them. Stopping just before their rooms, she rested against a small table in the middle-ground between the doors. "Hey, do you think it's a coincidence that we have rooms right next to each other? I mean what are the chances?" The brunette smiled teasingly. Zanna still had yet to know that Fate was an actual person.