Dean sighed when he saw the state of the hotel. Worst yet. Scummy looking thing, and probably a horrid restaurant.
"Sammy…"
"Dean it's the only place for miles. We're staying here."
"And we're gunna get sick from sleeping in the beds, on top of the covers."
"So sleep in the car." Sam said fast before he pushed open his door and jumped out, heading to the office.
Dean sighed heavily. "Dammit." He cursed before grabbing the keys and jumping out to fallow his brother.
"I figured you'd take the Impala over this place any day."
"Sam, I love that car…but not that much." Sam chuckled, as he reached out and pushed the door open, and Dean pushed past his, stepping in.
It was dimly lit with green and peeling wall paper on the walls. The floor, a mix of shag carpet and duck tap, looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. Dean looked around and made a fast of disgust.
"Nice." Sam noted.
Dean 's eyes flicked up to the reception desk, and just like that his day got a lot better. Standing behind the dark wood desk was the sleek and very curvy form of a woman. She was turned away from them, shuffling through papers.
Dean smirked and reached over, hitting Sam on the are who turned right away to his brother. Dean motioned to the girl with a tilt of his head and Sam looked her way, and his eyes went wide.
Dean didn't waste time. In three large strides he was at the desk. He watched the girl who was still oblivious to their presence. He cleared his throat deeply and she jumped, spinning around.
Dean's face fell when she saw her.
Her hair, a light and sandy blond was half up and half down flowing around her face messily. Her eyes, a light blue, so light that it made him a little leery, were set under think rimmed glasses. Her lips were a pale pink and, aside from the view of her behind, the only of the good thing.
"Oh…hello." She whispered, pushing her hair away from her face. "How can I help you?"
Dean was still dumb struck as he watched her. Still having that dumb struck look on his face.
"Are…are you okay?" She whispered, leaning in a little.
"We'd like a room." Sam said fast, stepping forward.
Dean snapped out of it. "Er right. Room, two beds."
"How many nights?" She didn't even look at them as she reached over and pulled a large book towards her.
"Just tonight." Sam smiled.
"Check out's at 12." She said absently, as she jotted down something in the book. "Names?"
"Wedge Antillies." Sam said fast.
"Joe Perry." Dean continued.
The girl half chuckled. "Okay." She said sarcastically and jotted down the names.
"Something wrong with my name?" Dean demanded.
She looked up at him, eye shaded by her glasses. "Nope. Not if you like Aerosmith." She looked over to Sam. "Or Star Wars."
"My…mom was a fan." Sam said fast.
"And Aerosmith's awesome." Dean said coldly.
"Interesting," She said to Sam. "And agreed." She said to Dean and then bowed her head again. "You are in room twelve. Carpet was just redone so…tread easily boys." She smirked, still not looking up at them. She then dropped her pencil and spun on a die, grabbing a key from the wall behind her and then turning back to the boy. "Enjoy your stay." She smiled at them brightly, tossing the key into Sam's hand.
"I'm sure we will…" Dean snickered and then turned fast.
"Bar opens in ten." She added. "And the restaurant's open all night."
Dean smirked as they walked out.
&
Sam flopped back onto the bed. "This is…awesome!" He cried out.
"For a dumpster looking hotel…no kidding."
The room looked like it jumped out of a Hilton Hotel. The walls were freshly painted and had pictures hanging on two of the walls. The television was a flat screen and had great reception. The beds were brand new, as were the covers.
"This is the nicest hotel we've ever staying in."
"It's a little to nice…" Dean said softly, a little worried.
"Nothing wrong with a nice hotel Dean." Sam noted, relaxing down into the softness of the bed.
"It is when the outside looks like it got hit with a meteor."
"Mhm…" Sam mumbled.
Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm going to get something to eat." HE said fast before strutting out of the room.
&
The bar was as lively as he had expected. There were two old men in a corner, and that was it aside from him.
Dean sighed, no girls. His eyes trailed up to the empty bar and smirked. Make that one girl.
"Pretty packed in here tonight isn't it?" He called as he walked up, classic Dean smirk on his face.
"Well Mr. Perry, it's pretty much like this every night." Turning, Dean's face once again dropped. "Pop in for a night cap?" The receptionist asked.
"Are you…do you have a twin?"
She smirked. "No. It's just me."
"Just…you? Running the whole hotel?"
She nodded. "Yup. And you…you look like a Captain Morgan and coke kinda guy."
Dead watched her as she fiddled around and poured him a drink. "Enjoy. It's on me."
"Ah…thanks."
"So, what brings you to Population Zero city?"
"Is that what this place it called?" Dean asked.
"Well, no. Technically, it's called Aubrey Falls…and it's got a population of about seventy."
"There's a town here?" Dean asked. He hadn't remembered even seeing another car or another building on the drive in.
"Yeah, about twelve miles up the highway. And it's not actually a town…just some houses and a grocery store. That's about it. Usually people just stop here first cause well…it's right there."
"Yeah…" Dean held back a sneer he wanted to direct at Sam. "Right there…"
He sipped at his drink while the girl, or rather woman, cleaned around the bar and handed out bottled of beer to the two other men in the bar.
"So…" Dean said suddenly, after finishing his drink. "Why is our room so spiffy when the outside of the hotel…"
"Looks like hell?" She asked with a smile. Dean nodded. "I wanted to fix up the rooms before the outside. Rather have comfy customers staying in a ugly hotel, then terrified customers staying in a fancy looking hotel."
"You…you're paying for all the renovations?"
She nodded, but her smiled faded. "Yeah…it was needed."
"No kidding." Dean chuckled. She didn't look impressed. "Er well…it's a nice place."
"Sure it is, Mr. Perry." She said it so sarcastically that Dean almost thought that she knew his name wasn't Joe Perry.
"How can you afford to fix this place up?" He asked suddenly.
Her face really dropped. "Oh…my dad left me a lot of money." She said softly.
"He dead?" Dean knew that if Sammy had been there he would have hit him for his carelessness.
"Yep." She said it as if it was nothing. "Murdered three months ago."
"Sorry."
"S'ok."
"They catch the guy?"
"Nope. Probably never will."
"Why do you say that?"
She looked up at him and her pale blue eyes looked filled with fear. "I just…have a feeling." She said softly.
"A feeling?" Dean asked, his face scrunching up. "What kind of feeling?"
She shrugged it off. "Just a feeling…" She whispered. "Want another?"
"Sure." Dean handed her the glass and she poured him another, before passing it back. "So...how'd it happened?" He said this with a little less carelessness, speaking softly.
"Got hit heart ripped out." She said casually.
Dean nearly spit his drink up. "Got his…are you serious?!"
"Well I should know. I found him." She said this bitterly and her features went hard. But just as soon as they went hard, they went soft. "Sorry…" She whispered.
"For what?" Dean was confused.
"Hey! Can we get another round!" The two men called from the back of the bar.
"Excuse me…." She seemed sheepish all off the sudden, turning away from Dean and grabbing two beers, before stalking away, her half up and half down hair whirling behind her. She returned a few seconds later, and looked a little more composed.
"I found him in his room, torn to bits. His face was almost unrecognizable and his chest was ripped apart. And his heart was…gone." She said it all rather fast.
"That's…bad." It was all Dean could think of.
"Yeah well, s'not the first time." She was turning away as she said this but Dean heard her.
"It's not the first time?" He asked, leaning closer towards her.
"Same thing happened to my mum when I was six. Found her too." It was like none of this had any effect of her. She seemed almost emotionless to the thought of finding her own mother dead.
"Serial killer?" Dean suggested.
"Maybe. Who knows. The killings were pretty spaced out so…I don't know."
Dean watched her as she stalked up the glasses, still turned away from him. Not even once did she looked back at him, not even a small glance over her shoulder.
"What's your name?" he asked suddenly.
She turned then, and looked right into his eyes. "I'm sorry?"
"Your name. I never got your name."
"Oh…Elizabeth…Lizzy Berkins." She said it like she was ashamed. "And…what's yours?" She asked.
Dean leaned away from her. "You know my name. I'm Joe…"
"Yes. Your Joe Perry. And forgive me for lying but I'm actually Lizzy Borden. And I have an axe that I killed my parents with under my bed." She laughed at this, and Dean found that odd considering their previous topic.
"Come on, you think I'm stupid?" She smiled at him. Just before she spoke again, she reached up and pulled her large glasses off her face. "You're no Joe Perry. And your friend there, he's really not Wedge Antillies."
"How'd…how would you even…"
"Just a feeling." She smiled, and pushed her glasses back onto her face. "Don't need to tell me your real name if you don't want. It's fine." She flashed him a proud smile and then turned away.
Dean's face went hard and he was about to confront her about these 'feelings', when a belly started going off.
"Oh…sorry. Someone's checking in. I'll be right back. Help yourself to the Capitan." She added fast, before dashing away from him.
Dean turned and watched her go out a back door that was located close to where the two men were sitting. As she walked past them, they both turned and watched her enter a door and disappear. Dean's eyes narrowed on them as they started shifting in their seats, as if they were going to get up.
An earth shattering scream suddenly filled the air and Dean jumped up fast, spilling his drink. He sprinted to where Lizzy had disappeared to, the two men fallowing him.
Dean immerged on the other side of the doorway in the office of the hotel just as Sam burst in the front door.
"What happened?" Sam asked, looking around.
Dean looked around the office and all that was different was a half open box on the desk.
He heard a sniffle from his right and turned sharply. There on the floor was Lizzy, face filled with fear. Her glasses had fallen off and her hair was covering her face.
"Lizzy…what happened?" Dean asked, sinking down.
"It's…it's in the…oh god!" She cried out and suddenly buried her face in her hands. Her body shaking violently.
"Dean…you should see this…" Sam said suddenly and Dean rose up.
"What?" He asked.
"Look…" Sam pointed to the box and backed away, letting his brother come close.
Dean reached over and pushed the flaps of the box away with his fingers and peered in, only to shrink away.
Inside was a shriveled organ, black and green with mould.
"It's…it's a heart." Lizzy's voice whispered. But her voice was too calm. Dean looked down to see her sitting there, eyes glazed over her hands hanging off of her pulled up knees.
"Hey? Hey!" He called.
She looked up at him fast. "What?"
"Are you okay?" Sam asked.
"I'm…fine." She whispered and then rose up. "I should really call the cops and…"
"Your fine?" Dean demanded. "You just saw a decomposing heart and your fine?!"
She watched him for a moment and then nodded. "Yeah. I am." She said fast, and then walked towards the phone.
Dean and Sam exchanged a look. And at that moment they both knew what was happening.
There was something demonic going on in this little hotel. And that girl was part of it.