[ Like everyone else, Derek drops to the ground with a thud. Going from being completely into control to having the wind knocked out of him is disorienting. He tries to get up, managing to get himself on all fours. He can't hold back his wheezing as he gasps for air. He knows something is wrong before his eyes even open. ]
Brae --
[ A cough follows, as he uses something nearby to pull himself up, his breathing regulating. A quick scan of the room reveals nothing beyond the outline of the door a few feet away from him and the light beyond. He takes a second, he has to, trying to make sense of being around everyone, being at La Iglesia and then being here. Funny thing about random happenstance kidnapping.
Id doesn't make sense.
He knows Kate is in the wind, he knows Chris made that deal with the Calaveras family. He knows Scott made it out alive.
It's not the first time he's woken up kidnapped. Usually, it involves an electric fence. And he hasn't been stripped down.
His hand hovers over the doorknob before finally grabbing it. When it doesn't jolt in his hand, he yanks it open.
The door slams the wall with a thud, Derek's palm coming up to keep it propped open. Another second passes as he tries to see if he can hear anything. Footsteps. Voices. Anything. What's immediately disconcerting is that he should be able to hear something. Anything. Now, he has to find someone (Deaton comes to mind) because his evolution shouldn't come with a new set of powered down circumstances. He tries in vain to tap into his newfound form. Not many people can protect against a big black wolf. His eyes widen as his other hand braces himself up in the doorway. The truth sinks in. That's he's lost it before he's been able to master it.
Something is going on.
With another breath, he approaches the suitcase on the floor in front of his room, the door closing behind him. Crouching down, he sees that it's addressed to him and that it has a room number. That's when he hears the pitter patter of rain. ]
main lobby ]
[ Derek might be the only one that creeps down the hallway like someone's about to jump out at him and yell 'Surprise!' Or, the more likely scenario is that someone will prod him with a stun gun. The same goes with the stairs. Taking one foot at a time, he creeps down until the lobby comes into view.
He's not alone.
His guard doesn't drop but he lets himself relax a tad, if only because this means he needs to be there for other people. (For Braedan?) He clocks the fireplace, the front desk, and the three doors.
Picking up the pace, he races down the stairs to see if he can find any familiar faces. He's one of the only ones that doesn't carry his suitcase down. Fuck that noise. ]
Scott? Braedan? Chris?
his room ]
[ Once he makes the conscious decision to retrieve his suitcase, he props the door open to his room. He doesn't need any more unwelcome surprises and he can't hear who's coming up to find him. (Nor does he know if they are friend or foe.) He lifts his suitcase onto his bed, unzipping it slowly, unpacking everything one at a time, methodically. The meticulously packed clothing is his (underwear, really? Not that he's ungrateful, but someone had to have stolen his, he'd only packed one change of clothes).
He sets his leather jacket (also his) inside.
Underneath the shirts, he finds something that gleams. That something is the metal of the dog collar with a triskelion etched into the tag.
Funny.
It doesn't even need to be said that Derek's not amused.
Setting that aside, he holds the leather cap, side-eyeing that as well. This he doesn't hate as much as, not understand. Why? Not that any of this makes any sense at all...
Finally, with the door open for all the world to see, he finds the familiar gun, the sig sauer p2269mm. Shortly, he finds there's no magazine inside. He slams it shut again, bringing it down to his side.
This is clearly the perfect time to surprise him. ]
much later ]
[ Down in the lobby, he stands by the fire disapprovingly. He watches the flames consume one another with crossed arms. Recapping to himself, he realizes nobody is any immediate danger. There are a few familiar faces around - and one startlingly familiar one. There are people of all ages and creeds. The motel is locked from the inside. Everyone not only received their own clothing but something a little extra. So, their benefactor (it really is too soon to be using that kind of language) is too kind. Also, he's a creep. He padded through underwear drawers.
The Derek listening to the crackle of the fire doesn't resemble the Derek of the past month. He's not more relaxed, he's not more friendly. He's resumed his 24/7 scowl.
open ]
Brae --
main lobby ]
Scott? Braedan? Chris?
his room ]
much later ]