<span style="color: #00BF40">Gwen was flying around the kitchen preparing food and pushing off Jerry. He was unusually desperate tonight for a good hard slapping but Gwen was trying to get dinner fixed and so she worked and tried their hardest not to be touched by his smelly hands. In the back of Gwens mind a vision of Jerry's wife and kids was the only thing keeping ze from throwing him in the back of the mine and causing a cavein. Gwen was losing their calm happy center and with Winchesters in the area that could literally mean a quick trip back to servitude in hell. But he made ze borderline consider it. Then Sam sauntered into the kitchen with a stack of books under one arm to ask about dinner. Gwen let a tear slip down their cheek as ze realized that dinner was going to be an hour late thanks to Jerry's unwelcome attention. Gwen apologized quickly and said that they would rush to try and make up for the lost time.<br/>Sam jumped back just in time to avoid the clattering of raw catfish flying out of a baking dish as the proprietor jumped with an angry and unholy screeching noise. Sam stared in momentary shock as "Gwen" whirled around and hit the delivery man in the face with the pan and screamed "I'm not a whore and I have said no before!" Then the hotel owner dropped to their knees as their hair darkened slightly to a more unnatural shade and "Gwen's" skin became a kind of burnt pink with little freckles. Sam suddenly realized why the owner was so slightly off in attitude and why neither brother had been willing to set down their gun. A demon in full disguise was running the hotel. His heart froze and before he could think his gun was at the crying demons head.In his anger Sam stated: So I take it the rash of murders up here are you.<br/>Gwen just curled up tighter into a ball choking on tears and a stammered out "fuck No! I'm not a fool. I like the area! I'm free here and his wife was my friend and I am not a whore!" The last sentence was choked out as more huge tears poured out of gold eyes and down horned cheeks.<br/><br/>Not three seconds into the rambling Dean flew in with his gun cocked on the Demon only to realize who the Demon really was. And then Dean saw the culcocked man on the floor and asked Sam: Damn Sam, What the hell do you do when I ain't looking? <br/>Sam groaned and replied to Dean: Hell even I don't know what the hell happened we we talking about dinner one second, it was throwing dinner at me and bashing him the next before bursting into tears.<br/>Dean went white and then red as he dropped his gun on the floor and went straight to Gwen. Dean then softly spoke to ze: Hey don't worry we'll handle him. He went way to far this time. Right?<br/><br/>Gwen choked again and looked up before nodding miserably and whining through a flemmy throat: I tried so hard not to hurt him! His wife and kids are really good people and run the only grocery store for 75 mi. <br/>Then a desperate pallor struck Gwen as they realized that a very confused Sam still had a gun trained on them and they jumped out and hugged Dean crying even harder begging not to die and howling that they were being good and had no master. <br/>Dean put out a hand and lowered the gun calling Sam a bitch and to which Sam questioningly replied that Dean was a jerk before they both smiled. <br/>Sam now slightly reassured that Dean was not possessed asked what the fuck happened and then Sam raised the gun at the delivery guy as Dean explained about earlier and the poker game plan. Sam looked levid and ready to shoot when Dean said calmly no. He had a more fun plan. Dean then told Gwen to calm down and that they were all going out for dinner on delivery dick. Then he told Sam to get the others that were staying and to explain that delivery dick was the reason. Sam nodded and left the room to go get their hotel buddies and liking the teary Demon far more than the molester at the moment and Sam knew that they could probably axe the Demon if it got to out of control. <br/>Dean on the other hand had a feeling that he had met the Demon before and was working on gut instinct when he sent Sam up stairs. He untangled the weepy Demon and said something that he remembered from when he was about 10 and a half:<br/>Do you still have a white dress? I want the whole town to know what kind of an ass he is and as long as you keep the promise you made to the family you won't be hunted by a Winchester. Oh and I need a sharpie...<br/>Gwen caught on to what Dean was saying and shakily rose: Yes Dean I still have my best dress and sharpies are by the check out book. <br/>Slowly the glamour took back its hold and Gwen was Gwen again. Ze left up the stairs to get the dress as Dean began to strip the jack ass. And the rest of the prank was a daze. Somehow Dean and Gwen got the dress on Jerry and tied him securely to the front of the truck. Then Dean wrote molester on his forehead and got the delivery 4wheel ready for the treck back to town for dinner. Sam would be driving the truck as NO ONE touched the impala...  </span>