"So what, we're dealing with a gay ghost?" Dean scoffed, looking over Sam's shoulder at the news article.
"More like an angry straight one," Sam sighed, "Seems there's this spirit hanging around this LGBTQ club in Toronto."
"Toronto? Seriously, are we going to have to go to fucking Canada?" Dean sat down on the bed incredulously.
"Well, Bobby sent it to us, but it's not like he can't get another hunter to handle it… but I mean we're not too far from the border now Dean," Sam closed his laptop and turned around on his chair, "We might as well take care of it."
Dean fell down onto his back, staring up at the motel ceiling, "Yeah, guess so. We'll head out in the morning."
Sam glanced at the time, not having realized it was so late, and moved to change into his pajamas in the washroom. Once he had done so he knocked on the door, and when Dean called back he was decent he stepped back into the motel room.
His brother was changed and in bed, so Sam moved towards his own bed.
"You know Dean, it's interesting why that ghost would act up now."
"What do you mean? If it's an angry straight, then they're probably pissed about the whole legalized gay marriage thing."
"No but, Dean, gay marriage has been legal in Canada for ten years," Sam flicked off the light and got into bed, "If it's in Toronto, why the hell's it getting angry now?"
"Dunno, Sammy," Came Dean's voice from the other side of the room, "But we can talk about it in the morning. G'night."
"Yeah. Goodnight, Dean." Sam replied before pulling up his covers. He stared into the darkness around him, and eventually he could hear Dean's breathing begin to slow. When he heard a very slight snore coming from the other side of the room he could be sure his brother was asleep.
Sam was trying to think of what their disguises would be when they went to that club. He guessed they could just say they were trans men and had already transitioned, but he was sure that Dean wouldn't want to pretend he had ever been a girl, and also, Sam himself seemed way too tall and muscular for the job.
Well, they could just say they were gay… hopefully people wouldn't assume gay for each other. Not that Sam would really mind but—no, what the hell was he thinking? He thought he'd gotten rid of those thoughts ages ago.
No, it was best if they just… just… Sam's mind had begun to drift, and before long he had fallen asleep.
He woke up to Dean's alarm, which was one of his favourite songs by AC/DC. Dean grumbled and reached over to turn off his phone, but nearly fell off the bed in doing so. When Sam turned around to face him, he saw him halfway on the bed.
"Morning Sammy."
"Yeah, hi. You want some help there?"
"Nope. I'm good." Dean struggled to pull himself back into his bed, the alarm still blaring. Sam chortled and got up, picking up Dean's phone and turning off the song.
"Ready to go to Canada?"
Dean replied sarcastically, "Yeah, it's gonna be a great time, don't'cha know, eh?"
Sam grinned back, and then began rifling through his bag for some suitable clothes. Dean sighed and pulled himself out of bed, grabbing the first thing he could find out of his bag and moving to change in the bathroom.
Once the door was closed, Sam quickly took off his nightclothes and pulled on a plaid blue shirt and some jeans.
Dean knocked on the door.
"Yeah, I'm decent," Sam called back, gathering up his laptop and putting the rest of his things neatly into his bag, taking a few more looks around the motel to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.
Dean opened the door, and threw the rest of his things messily into his own bag and opened the front door, "Come on Sammy, let's get going to gay ol' Canada."
Sam rolled his eyes slightly, and walked over to the impala, waiting by the passenger door for Dean to unlock his precious baby. Dean took his time, and grinned at Sam as he twirled the keys around his finger.
Why does Dean always have to drive? Sam thought, irritated. But he waited:th patiently as Dean unlocked the car and the two of them got in, putting their bags in the backseat.
As Dean buckled his seat-belt he turned to Sam, "So what else do we know about this ghost? Well, other than they hate gays?"
"Well, apparently, their favourite way of killing victims… is strangling or choking them with pro-gay memorabilia."
"That's just cruel, man."
Sam scoffed, "Tell me about it." He reached over and turned on the music, which began to play throughout the car.
They then proceeded to drive north, into Canada. Sam still couldn't help but wonder what their disguise would be. He couldn't think of anything that would work. In the end he concluded that he and Dean would be a pair of gay friends. Just… friends.
They crossed the border, and immediately Dean began to get annoyed.
"The hell is a Tim Hortons?" Dean said as they passed by the fifth store they'd seen of it.
"Think it's a coffee shop," Sam replied absentmindedly.
"Yeah, I got that, but why are there so goddamn many?"
"Don't ask me, ask a Canadian."
At that Dean shut up, though every time they passed one of the stores, Sam swore he saw Dean's eye twitch. It was still quite a long ride before they reached Toronto, and by the time they did, both of them were completely sick of sitting in that car. It had been over eight hours of straight driving, with only a few bathroom breaks and breaks for lunch and an early dinner.
They'd stopped at a McDonalds, and Dean would not stop saying that the ones in the states were better. Sam hadn't been able to tell the difference.
They stopped at the first motel they could find and the two of them agreed to rest for the rest of the day, and tomorrow they'd check out that club.