"You definitely look stunning in the moonlight, Sam." Dean and his father move to Thrunsdale to investigate a series of murders and sightings of a werewolf. But can the case turn for worse when Dean begins falling for the little Sammy down the street? But Sam may not be the sweet and innocent boy Dean thinks he's shaped up to be. Especially when Dean talks about werewolf's...


Chapter 1- December 25th

Dean awoke to the sound of his father's rough hands shoving them across his chest.

"Son, son! Wake up." The older man continued to shake his son with a furious demeanor. Dean shuffled himself around in his small and cramped hotel mattress.

"Not now, Dad." Dean moaned. "Get up, and here." John tossed a small boxed wrapped gift at the foot of the bed.

It had too much gift wrap with very little tape. Dean studied it in confusion.

"What's this for?" Dean questioned, setting the present down in front of him on the stained covers from previous stayed visitors. John sat down at the small coffee table by the window and peered out at it for a second before glancing back at the newspaper with mug of iced tea. "It's your present, son."

John said with a chuckle.

Dean's face jumbled up. "Why do I need a present?" Dean got up from the bed and made his way over to the window and looked out. The snow was mounded over the parking lot and cars were piled in mounds of snow. The drifts upon the windows and doorways were massive.

"I mean, is it a special day or something?" Dean asked. His father got up and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Son, it's Christmas." And for an hour after, Dean felt his stupidity crank up just a notch.


Dean caressed the necklace in his hands and studied it, as if it was some sort of ancient artifact from the Egyptians. It was bronze-silver with a peculiar looking face and horns on it. Above the head was a couple of lines that looked like either a hat or a very wrinkled forehead. His father said it would give him protection against the supernatural that they could come to face. He put the necklace around his neck once again and stood up.

"Hey dad, I'm gonna take a walk. Is that fine?" John barely looked at his son's face to signal a yes. When Dean made his way at a decent pace to the emergency stairs, he walked down the flight and turned around to face his the girl he was meeting.

"Hey Crystal." Dean said with a smile, his face brightening up. The blonde haired seventeen year old was holding a cigarette up to her lips. "Hey babe, nice to see you here again."

Dean chuckled.

There was no special romance between them two because she preferred woman over men, and she knew about, well- Dean had a specific sexual preference... And the fact that Dean had just turned sixteen a week ago and Crystal was almost eighteen seemed a bit odd because when they first met Dean thought she was a skimpy fifteen year old whore getting her first drag on Winter vacation behind the emergency flight of stairs in a one star hotel.

Dean sat beside her, trying to clear away the smoke flying into his face, coughing all while. "My dad says we're leaving today." Crystal looked at the younger boy with disbelief. "You gotta be shitting me? On Christmas Day?"

Dean nodded. "I know. But he says it's a present for me. We've been broke and living in this hotel for two months now, we need a place to stay for about 3 months or so. He already paid the house and everything for rent for like 90 days."

Crystal took out the cigarette and implied.

"No thanks." Dean politely answered. "So, now that you and your old man are gonna settle down for awhile, you think you might get your first chance at getting lucky?"

Dean almost choked on his own saliva. "Excuse me?" He snorted.

"You know what I mean Dean. A little one on one action with another mate." Dean rolled his eyes, smirking. "I don't see me having sex with another man for at least another two years. I mean, if I'm gonna get, lucky, or whatever, I want to be in a committed relationship that lasts longer than three months."

Crystal took another drag before opening the big door that led to outside, throwing the cigarette into the snow before coming back inside. "All I'm saying is, Dean, you better find a boy- no, wait, a man to have soon because here's what I'm telling ya. Dean, you're one of the sexiest males I've ever met." Dean smiled.

"Thanks Crystal, that means a lot coming from a lesbian."

"Dean, I'm not kidding. I ended up hating my father and began a hatred for indecent men in general. I don't want that happening with you, that's all." Dean studied the girl for a moment.

"Wait, what did your father ever do to you?" Crystal stared at Dean like eyeing a colorful fortune ball. "I don't want to talk about it, okay Dean? I just, I need to get back to the room before I get in trouble. Bye Dean. I'll meet you outside when you have to leave."

She gave him a peck on the cheek, and with that, she was gone.


On his way back to the hotel room, Dean began to analyze things over. That kiss was the first physical touch they've had since first meeting behind that stairwell. But the fact that she left so quickly when she mentioned her father seemed a bit peculiar to Dean.

And that kiss.

Dean knew for a fact that her lips were planted fully on his cheek. But he felt close to almost nothing... Dean decided to put his thoughts in the back of his mind for awhile and start clearing up the hotel room to leave.

Dean grabbed a hold of the card and swiped it into the receiving slot, waiting for the click of the green light to signal that he could make his entrance. Once done, he closed the door behind him.

"Wow, you must really want to get the hell out of here..." Dean said already starting to pick up two small storage bags.

His father was in the bathroom gathering up the towels. As he made his way out, closing the door behind him, John answered his son. "Yeah, I was certainly getting tired of the bathroom wallpaper inside there. Hideous, right? I mean, come on? A baby cupid throwing an arrow. Not that, but hundreds of them?! Uhhhh!"

Sometimes, not often though, Dean thought his vocabulary had a strikingly resemblance to his father's.

And he was right.


"Is that the last of it?" Dean questioned, closing the trunk to the Impala.

"Yeah, I'll get in and start the car. Why don't you bring the cart back inside?" John answered, opening the car door to hop in.

Dean began pushing the cart along the sloppy snow, his shoes crunching with each stride. "I can't wait for Summer." He murmured to himself as he walked through the revolving doors.

He gave the cart to an elderly couple who had just checked in. Behind them stood Crystal in a new skimpy outfit.

Dean thought the girl changed too much throughout the day. He also thought that the skirt she was barely wearing was already way too high. He didn't care at the moment. It was the last time seeing her anyways.

She came up to him and gave him a big great hug. Yet again, he felt it.

Nothing.

"Oh Dean, I'm gonna miss you so much." She instantly let go of Dean and took a few steps back, as if she was processing Dean's thoughts. "Anything wrong?" She asked.

Oh shit, it's like she can read my thoughts or something... Dean thought, but then he realized he shouldn't be thinking that either.

He realized that gaze.

She wouldn't stop staring at him. She wasn't even blinking anymore. Dean felt like minutes had passed by like seconds. "C'mon on Dean, come to the hotel room with me. I want to show you something. You have to..."

Her voice was coming to a growl at this point. "I'm sorry Crystal. I gotta go." Dean cracked, slowly backing away from the frightening girl.

"Fine. Have it that way." Dean was backing against the revolving door, and as each door flew past his face, he could see each horrendous image turn into something different, more hideous than the last.

First there was Crystal, the evil girl with the slender smile and the skimpy outfit. Next, her face was smashed in, blood bounded out of her eyes. The smile was still fresh. Then, the mirroring image of a man appeared behind him. Blood was covered about his face, and that smile. That same smile from Crystal...

Dean turned around and bumped into his father, a scream coming out from deep within.


"You wanna talk about it?" John said, loosely holding onto the steering wheel. "No, I just need to clear my head." Dean said with his eyes closed. The images of Crystal and the older man were still there in his head firmly, haunting him still.

"Wow, I gave you a two month break over the holidays so you could have some fun and now you're getting stressed out? I guess that gave you a chance to eat all the junk food in the hotel room. Well, we both sure know you like those white sugared doughnuts." John gave himself a little chuckle at his remark, turning the radio on to Metallica.

Dean instantly turned it off. "What do you mean a break? I thought we were just looking forward to moving to Thrunsdale and all about that werewolf stuff that would take like three to six months?"

John shrugged his shoulders. "Eh. Not really. I was just investigating a case at the hotel. It was probably one of the worst ever. Really. It was horrible." Dean felt his anger getting the best of him.

"Really, you shouldn't have been involved. I had to bring in a priest to bless that damned hotel room. Over fifty men have died from jumping out of the hotel room window." Dean's interest began peaking.

"What do you mean? What had happened?" He said asking.

"Well, a man and her daughter rented the hotel room for a month or two back in the fifties for the holidays. Well, something went wrong and he began sexually abusing her in there, dressing her up in little outfits. Really, he messed her up."

Dean's stomach felt as if he was riding a roller-coaster. "One day he found her with a cigarette pack at the top of the stairwell. He got so mad and angry that he pushed her down the stairs, where she fell to her death."

Dean now felt the puke slowly rising from his chest.

"He felt so remorseful and he had so much resentment that he went back to the hotel room and jumped out of the window. People said they still see her smoking behind the stairwell, and the men who had survived were all bisexual or gay because when they met her she claimed to be a lesbian. Then, as they began to talk more and more, she would lead them up to the hotel room. Every man who had entered that hotel room all jumped out of the window to their death. Pretty fucked up, right Dean?"

But he wasn't listening anymore. He was already rolling down the window to begin puking.


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