Guys, I've decided I'm going to start updating one book at a time, doing this by voting. This doesn't apply to preferences/oneshots or anything to do with RP. This has been a PSA.
Also, I'm going to need to find a cover for this story if it wins... ugh.

After a long argument with Dean, it was eventually decided that, while they went out on a small little vamp hunt, you'd be in the room, making sure you had some decent precautions- booby traps, and extra blades everywhere. Not to mention at least three hidden guns.
It's "not a punishment," Dean said, "just until we know you're not being hunted by a murderous psychopath, he said. Somehow, you'd prefer the psychopath. On the bright side, you were about to get your wish.
Four in the afternoon- what a perfect time to kidnap his new little companion. His new little pet. After all, Sherlock having two was simply unfair, so why not even out the playing field, hm?
"I assume everyone is in position, Moran?" He asked firmly, checking his phone, his chief of staff driving. The clear picture of his run-in with you only days before, and your image was almost cleared in his mind than on the video.
"Yes, sir. A dozen snipers to the east, a quarter up, and Fears is waiting in a duplicate car a block away from our destination." He confirmed, eyes flicking over to Jim, who was clearly concentrated on something. The raven haired man nodded, and clicked off his phone as he slid it into his pocket, popping his neck at an eerily slow rate.
"You know the problem with people, Sebastian?" He didn't give time for the other to answer, "They're all so boring. Ordinary beyond belief. I mean, look at John- Sherlock's little pet. He's so caught up in "right and wrong", that he couldn't even tell that his own wife was an assassin, because she was a "good woman". Pathetic." Jim's words were hate-filled, and garnished with pure spite. It was no secret he loathed the little maggots that his empire was built on, but it was rare for him to speak directly on the matter.
"Sir?" Confusion evident, Sebastian spoke up, hoping to draw out more of an explanation than just that.
"That's why I need her. She's interesting, she isn't boring. She doesn't care about what's "right" or "wrong"- she sees the frivolousness of it all." Sebastian questioned whether or not that was true, but stayed quiet. From what he'd seen, the two that had been with you had seemed pretty morally sound... then again, what you were doing in that old house had yet to be answered.
He nodded twice, and the conversation ceased, silence taking over their drive until they reached the parking lot in front of your room.
"Do you see what I see?" Jim said vaguely as he scanned the parking lot. Not at first, but Sebastian scanned the area, and a shiver went up his spine.
"All the lots we passed to get to this one we're practically filled... yet, this one's empty." Jim pointed out, brow furrowed slightly in thought.
"When going overseas, travelers typically feel safer if they're surrounded by other travelers- especially when it comes to lodging. So why go out of your way to make sure you're isolated?" Sebastian heard the car door opening, but was too preoccupied thinking about Jim's question to follow. It was a tactic he'd used before, when he needed space to kill or torture someone... maybe he'd been wrong about the "morally sound" thing...
"Moran!" Jim snapped, "Hurry up!" Within moments his daze had been shaken, and he was following his boss into the room. Jim didn't bother trying to break the door, or pick the lock. Simply pulled out a keycard he'd had lifted this morning, without Sebastian's knowledge, from the maid, and unlocked the door.

You sat, finishing off some research for a hunt not too far away in Portsmouth.
"And Bobbi said Kuchisake-Onnas never left Japan." You grumbled as the door knob turned. That wasn't right- no one should be coming in here... you quickly, and silently, grabbed your gun and hid around the corner. The door creaked as it opened, and the sound of expensive, Italian leather shoes tapped into the room, followed by combat boots.
Jim's eyes made a quick scan of the room, finding no one there (a real downer). The laptop still whirring on the bed caught his attention, and he didn't hesitate to go take a quick peek. As he did, you slipped behind the door of the bathroom, lucky to not have been seen.
"Kuchi-sake--On-na," he read from the screen, rather poorly, "The slit-mouthed woman." His eyes continued over the screen's information, and he grimaced.
"Sounds like a lose-lose situation." He remarked, but paused as he looked at the very end, which you'd highlighted. He snorted, amused by the implications of the short passage.
"Unkillable, but able to be disoriented if told 'so-so', would give enough time to trap or get the heck out of there." He quoted, laughing even more. Sebastian scoffed, taking a moment to look at the screen.
"Oh, yeah, because it's entirely necessary to know how to escape a fictional monster from Japan in reality in London." He added, causing his covert to laugh even more. You could hear their steps approaching as the laughter died down.
Sebastian picked up a tan trench coat he didn't recognize from either man- nor would it fit either man, nor you.
"This is interesting..." he held it up, eyes widening a smidge at the small crimson stain on the sleeve, "Well, then..." He moved to show Jim, of whom shrugged it off.
"Probably nothing." His voice was easy as he headed towards the kitchenette, Sebastian tossing down the jacket to check the bathroom. The moment he had the door opened, he felt a knee spring into his abdomen, causing him to double over in both pain and shock. Next thing he knew, a fist was flying at him, and a sharp crack echoed through his skull as he fell back onto the floor. As he got reoriented, he froze, the clear sight of a gun in front of his face. You smirked in response, deciding to play up this moment, and hope for the best. Hey- all your booby traps were set, you had the advantage.
"Well, who might you be, then?" You played coy, "Clearly, you're someone who doesn't realize it's rude to break into people's rooms, or else you wouldn't be here, hm?"