Dean takes Sam to Amsterdam. He'd planned on it being a few days away from everything Supernatural going on back home, but not everything works out the way he wants. Welcome to the world of sex, drugs and rock 'n roll.
Okay, so this is my first ever attempt at writing a fanfiction. So please be gentle. Criticism is apreciated, it only helps me improving.
Disclaimer: I highly doubt anyone on here thinks differently, but just in case, I do not own anything from Supernatural this is just me having a bit of fun with the characters
'So, now what?' Sam asked, looking over at his brother. He smirked when he saw the look on Dean's face, still slightly white around the nose. Dean had insisted on going here, it hadn't been his idea, but he went along with it anyway. The stories about the city had gotten him interested and it wasn't like taking some time off would do them any harm. Dean apparently thought that it was worth flying 7 hours to go here. He was glad Dean slept through most of the flight, because the short time he was awake were embarrassing enough. The air hostess came up to them at one point to ask if he was okay or if he needed anything. It had really surprised Sam that Dean was too scared to even glance at her petit behind or make some flirtatious comment. It was so unlike Dean it had worried Sam, but they had survived the flight and here they were now: Amsterdam Schiphol Airport.
'Now we go rent a car of course' Dean answered. He had just been on a plane for 7 freaking hours, there was no way he was going to sit in some train, bus or taxi now. He needed to be in control for a while. He needed to feel that the vehicle would do just as he commanded.
As they walked over to the desk that read Rent-a-car Dean glanced over at his brother. He d better be enjoying this trip because Sam was the reason he had gotten into that plane in the first place. Normal people could jump on a plane and go for a holiday. And to give Sam a little bit of the normal Dean knew he so desperately craved, he had insisted on them taking a break from hunting and catch a plane to Europe, Amsterdam. That last part was more for him than for Sam though. The stories people told about the city were incredible. It was the capital of sex, drugs and rock 'n roll. Or at least the first two. He d try to get Sam to indulge in the things the city had to offer, get him to loosen up a bit.
'I thought Dutch people were supposed to be the tallest people in the world' Sam commented unhappily upon finding that it was incredibly difficult to squeeze his long legs in the tiny rental car. Dean grinned when he saw how uncomfortable his younger brother was in the passenger seat.
'Which only goes on to prove my point you re inhumanly tall' He stated
'Jerk' came the expected reply to which he responded with 'Bitch'
'Dean, I don't think they have any motels here. Especially not the ones we're used to. I mean, where should they put them?' Sam noted, looking around the crowded landscape.
'Seriously, I don't think you can drive five minutes without meeting anyone' He added.
Dean shrugged
'That's okay, we'll get a hotel, something fancy'
Sam looked over at his brother.
'You sure you okay?' He asked.
'Yeah, why?' Dean replied.
'Nothing, it's just first you insist on taking a seven hour flight to get here, and now you want to rent a room in something fancy. That doesn't sound like you'
Dean kept staring to the road in front of them, pretending he didn t hear what his brother just said.
'Seriously, if something's going on, I want you to tell me' Sam insisted, Dean sighed
It's nothing okay, I'm just trying to do you a favour here, so don't moan and try to have some fun.' Dean said in his best "I'm right about this, now leave it alone" voice as he swerved to miss a lorry that changed lanes right in front of their car 'Jeez man, you might consider looking before you kill someone' Dean let out. Sam chuckled, deciding to let go of the topic, at least for now.
After finally having reached the city of Amsterdam, which took a while because of the traffic, they had to look for a hotel.
'Dean, you can t go there' Sam said for the third time in five minutes. 'It's a one way road' He added, Dean grumbled.
'I swear, the next one way road, I'm dumping this car and we're going walking'
After all, it wasn't his beloved Impala and he wouldn t feel all that bad about leaving this car behind. Still, he was happy he was now driving this tiny rental and not his baby. He was quite sure a car like the Impala wouldn't last that long in this city. Some junkie or drunken bastard would smash her windows or do some other harm to her. Besides, and it was really hard for him to admit this, she wouldn't do in this city. He now understood why the rental company had given them such a small car. The streets in this city were narrow, and finding a place to park a car the size of the Impala would be mission impossible.
'Dean, this place will do' Sam suggested, pointing at a hotel that didn t look too fancy and at the same time didn t give him the impression that bugs would be crawling all over the bed linen. Dean didn't answer, but apparently agreed because he parked the car in a spot that had just been vacated and got out of the car. Sam was happy to follow, stretching his cramped up muscles, muttering something under his breath about horrible little cars, earning him another snappy comment from his big brother about being too tall.
