I wish I owned Sam and Dean, but I sadly don't.
This takes place with John still alive, btw.
It might help to have knowledge of other Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, and Jeffrey Dean Morgan films and shows. Especially since it's set in stars hollow.
"Dean, turn the music down," Sam said, as he opened his dad's journal, reading the coordinates to the place they were headed next.
"You shook me aaaaaaaall niiiiight long!!!" Dean sang out to Sam, making no effort to turn down the cranking AC/DC. Sam shook his head. They passed the Connecticut state line and the visitors center. "How much longer, Sammy?" Dean asked.
"Can't hear you over the music," Sam replied, speaking in a low voice. Dean had no choice but to lower the volume. "Thank You. Only about 10 minutes left." Thankfully Dean kept the music on low. Well, lower than it had been before.
Sam turned the page of his dad's journal. Their dad, John Winchester, had split from them two days prior, to help an old friend with a banshee problem. He'd given Sam and Dean coordinates to a place called Star's Hollow, Connecticut. They'd driven for two days straight to get there. "I wonder what the big deal in Star's Hollow is," Dean said. "You said its a small town, right?"
"Yeah, 9973 people," Sam replied, remembering what he had read off of the website for people touring Connecticut. "Right outside of Hartford." He stared out the window, having a strange feeling he'd taken this road before. Shaking his head he thought maybe they'd passed through before. Sam rolled up the window so the cool October air wouldn't freeze his cheeks. It was getting to be that time of year where an extra jacket might be helpful.
Dean turned the music back up to it's full blast, but it was now a different song. Guns And Roses, Knockin' on Heaven's Door. Sam closed his eyes and didn't open them until they were in Star's Hollow's town square. "Well, when dad said it was a small town, he wasn't kidding." Sam looked around the small square. Doose's Market, this place had a market? Was it Luke's Diner or William's Hardware, because the sign on the window didn't agree with the sign above the door. "Does this place even have a hotel?"
Dean pulled the car over and rolled down his window. "Hey!" He called to an Asian teenage girl walking with headphones in her ears. She heard him and jogged over to the driver's side window. She pulled off the headphones, and the music coming out of them was blasting on high volume. "The Strokes?" Dean asked, about the music that had, seconds ago, been flooding her ears. Sam was amazed, The Strokes weren't even classic rock.
"Yeha," The girl smiled, looking down at her cd player.
"Hey, do you guys have a hotel in this town?" Dean asked her.
"Dragonfly Inn?" She asked. Dean rolled his eyes. An Inn. With flowery wallpaper and horses and couple's specials. "It's the only place in town."
"Where?" Dean asked. He at least wanted to stay in the town borders if something was weird. Plus, they'd only be in the inn for sleeping.
"Down past Doose's and take a right," She said simply, pointing to the grocery store.
"Thank you."
"No problem," She smiled and put her headphones back on. She looked over at Sam and gave him a peculiar look before walking off.
They drove to the inn and parked the Impala. Dean got out of the car and looked around. Yep, classic Inn. Main two story house, even with a couple cottages off to the side. And yes, there was a barn.
They walked up to the door, and out of the stables came a horse, about as tall as Sam. It trotted right past Dean, snipping at his ear. Dean, scared. tripped backwards, scuttling away from the horse. Sam laughed, and the girl on the horse laughed, too. Sam looked at her, 20-ish, with brown hair. She locked eyes with Sam and stopped laughing. She turned her face, as if she and Sam were in a long rivalry and made the horse gallop away.
"I hate horses." Dean said, his jaw locked as he pulled himself up off the ground. They walked up the steps to the Inn and pulled the door open.
"Preganant chef, coming through!" Sam and Dean were immediatly pushed aside by a lady in an apron carrying a tray full of soups and salads. Sam opened the door as she went outside and toward one of the cottages.
"Well then." Sam said, looking around the inn. There was a little eating area to the right, through a library area. Dean turned left, into a little concierge area, where a man was answering phones.
"Dragonfly Inn," He said, once he hung up the phone, in a french accent.
"Do you guys have any open rooms?" Dean asked the man, whose nametag read Michel.
"Umm, yes," He said in an accent that made Dean want to laugh. "We have 2 of our cottages, if thats what you are looking for, and some of our upstairs rooms as well." Dean paid for the room with another fake credit card and Sam went outside to look around. The girl who had glared at him earlier was out in the field off the the left of the inn now. She looked like she was having trouble controlling her horse. Sam ran out to her.
"Stop! Whiskers!" The girl was pulling back hard on the horses reigns. Come ON!" She was going to fall off. Sam got there just in time to catch her. The horse, tamperamental, ran back into the stables. "Thanks," She said, in a colder voice.
"Sam." He said, putting her down and holding his hand out.
"What?" She asked.
"I'm Sam." He smiled. She looked confused.
"Im sorry." She apologized looking quite confused, but her voice not so mean anymore. "You look exactly like a guy I used to know. Im Rory. Rory Gilmore."
They pulled open the door to their room and stepped in. "Alright, it's not half as bad as I thought." Dean said to Sam. Sam nodded. "It's not so... flower,." Sam laughed. The beds were soft.
"Okay, dad, no what are we here for?" Sam wondered aloud, pulling out the journal which had given them the coordinates to stars hollow in the first place. "Poltergeists, ghosts and hauntings. Okay, now whats being haunted?" Dean was looking out the window.
"It's so quiet in this town," Dean said. "And small. What would haunt this place. No massive wars took place. And even if it was an angry spirit holding a grudge of some kind, it would have some up before now. And no one in the town seems to notice anything is wrong."
Sam rolled his eyes, "We've been here for half an hour, Dean." Dean was acting all... solemn. It was kind of scary. "You wanna walk to the middle of the town again?" He asked.
"Yeha, sure," Dean was distant. Whatever, Sam thought, as Dean put his shoes back on.
Author's Note: ok, how many of you know who the Asian girl was? hope u like! more to come!