Disclaimer: I wish I owned SPN. But I don't and all that…
It had been three weeks since "the incident" at Bobby's, as they were now calling it.
Sam had finally gotten the balls to confront Dean about his callous, nonchalant attitude about hell, everything, since the death of their father, and after he did, it sent Dean into an all out postal fit of rage against his beloved baby.
The Impala, the one true love of his life.
And now he was gonna have to fix her all up.
That was all good and well for Dean.
His project.
But Sam was going out of his mind with boredom.
He loved Bobby to death, but he was increasingly becoming easily irritated. If he had to listen to one more story about his childhood, Sam thought he was gonna go postal.
As a change of pace from the monotonous, boring daily routine that greeted them, well Sam, every day, Bobby convinced the boys to check out a local haunt, only a couple of hours away.
Bobby promised it would only take a couple of days, but was secretly hoping to bring back that old spark the boys used to have.
Reluctantly, they both agreed and, borrowing one of Bobby's old cars, they headed out in the early evening.
When they finally stopped at the old motel they had found to stay at Dean couldn't help but chuckle.
A huge pink neon sign lit up the parking lot, as window after window of horrible looking seventies flower print curtains surrounded them wherever they glanced.
"Yea, looks like we're back in business, Sammy," Dean smiled, as he went to check them into a room.
Sam just ran his fingers through his hair, and sat on the hood of the old rusty car, wondering what was in store for them the next few days.
The room was just like Sam imagined it would be, old, tacky and smelly.
Ugh.
No matter how long they had been on the road, in cheap motels, he couldn't get used to the smell.
He sat down on one of the beds and could have sworn a plume of dust rose from his sides.
He stifled a cough and looked over at his brother.
Dean was smiling though.
See there were 2 beds, and air conditioning.
All he needed.
Sam lay back and closed his eyes.
It was going to be a long trip.
It started as a tickle in the back of his throat the next morning.
Sam coughed.
"Crappy old air conditioning", Sam thought as he woke in the drab, musty smelling motel room he and Dean were occupying this time.
He swallowed hard, dry dusty particles of recycled air sticking to his throat like fuzz to a lint roller.
Ugh.
He could hear Dean starting to rouse from sleep.
Sam sighed, and rolled over, wishing the day was coming to an end, not just beginning.
"C'mon Princess, up and at 'em", yelled a surprisingly cheerful Dean, as Sam slunk out of bed and walked across the dingy motel carpet to the bathroom.
"You better not take too long in there, we got work to do little brother." Dean was met with a grunt and the slamming of the bathroom door.
"Great," Dean muttered as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door, "looks like someone's gonna need some coffee today."
When Dean got back to the motel, Sam was out of the shower and fully dressed, sitting on the bed with the most vexatious look on his face, a look aimed straight at Dean.
It chilled him to the bone.
Handing Sam a cup of coffee, Dean prayed it was enough of a peace offering to snap him out of his funk, whatever it was this time.
He turned out the door, and much to his delight, although suspiciously quiet, Sam followed right after.
OK so that was the beginning of my first ever SPN story. I just sat and wrote, and hopefully it wasn't too bad. Please be kind and review, I like constructive criticism too!!!!! Thanks for reading. More to come, lots of Sam angst on the agenda