Author's note: I apologize, I need to stop writing midnight stories... All my Love 3
-Jen
Moving from motel room, to motel room as a child was rough, but it had its benefits. For example, by the time Dean was 23, he'd been to the Houston, Texas motel off of Brickside road so many times that he knew to ask for room thirteen because it was by far the cleanest and still had a working air conditioner. Thank god for that because every time Dean and Sam headed to that motel, and stepped into room thirteen, Sam would have his brother slammed against the wall so fast his head was spinning, their lips fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces and it got fucking hot in there. And every time there was a hunt in Georgia, Sam knew about a motel down the hill from an abandoned farmhouse that no one ever checked into. They basically had the only occupied room there. Which was good because when he had the option, Dean was loud as fuck during sex screaming profanities that would make street kids cringe. Maybe in the past moving had been hard, but now it was just a part of life, a part of what made Sam and Dean fall in love, a part of what made their lives change from separate paths into one. Change was good, right?