Yes, in hiding

Hours had passed, and the crowd died down. The sun had set, night fell over the area. Kara poked her head out from underneath a black garbage bag, scanning the area. She silently cursed herself that she couldn't find a better spot, but as soon as she turned the corner and dove into the large metal dumpster, she wasn't found.

The smell was awful, as to be expected. Her hair was covered in slime and grease, each strand sticking to her back and chest. She groaned, getting up to crawl out, when she heard a loud ripping sound from behind. Not even remotely surprised, she checked to verify what she suspected: her pants had ripped completely in half. With the top lost and the pants rendered useless, she was completely naked once more, right back to square one. She groaned, and crawled out of the dumpster.

"Well, you're pretty bad at following directions." The voice from behind startled Kara, turning to see that Dean was back, waiting for her. "Still naked. What happened to the cash?" Kara pouted, refusing to acknowledge him. "Well, in any case, you've gotten in quite a mess. Let's get you a bath." He chuckled, picking her up and swinging her over his shoulder and carried her to the car.

Back at the hotel, Kara stood outside in the front lawn, per Dean's instructions. He came walking out grinning ear to ear, a bucket of water and a sponge in hand. She closed her eyes, wincing as he splashed the ice cold water on her, soaking her. He spent some time scrubbing her, making sure to spend extra time fondling her erect nipples with the sponge. She refused to open her eyes, hoping that it would all be over soon. Dean pinched her cheek. "Awe, I know it's rough, but we've got to get you nice and pretty looking for your suitor!" She raised an eyebrow. "Suitor?"

"Oh yeah, some video of your mall run got on the internet and someone asked about you. I got in contact. She's awful excited to meet you."