The stars in the sky were dim, but you could still see them. Speeding down Black Canyon highway the two boys argued. "Hold on Sammy, I'll find a hotel to sleep at!" Dean exclaimed loudly. "You've already passed 3, Dean." Sam had a hint of irritability in his voice.
The brothers bickered back and forth, spitting words like venom. "Bitch!" Dean sneered at his younger brother. "Jerk!" Sam growled at Dean. It felt like forever driving on that road, fighting seem to pass the time. Sam and Dean fought like children from time to time.
A yellow light caught Sam's eye. "Dean! Over there." "Ugh, really Sammy, Super 8. Last time I stayed at one of those I was 10 and a goddamn cockroach came out from behind the Mirror. Scared the piss out of me." Sam snickered at Deans sissy story. "Remember the bugs" He laughed "Hey shut up, I was 10." Dean hid his embarrassed face behind his brown beat-up leather jackets' collar.
"Just pull it into there, Dean." Sam sighed in exhaustion. "Way to perv things up Sammy." Dean smirked with the pleasure of making his younger sibling roll his eyes in disgust.
The midnight black Impala screeched into the parking lot, coming to a halt. Dean removed the keys to the car and boys stepped out, they were tired, but they made there way to the front office. "Hello, can I help you." A young man in a black wife beater was working at the desk. "Hi, I'd like a room." Dean replied with a slightly worn out voice. "Will that be one bed?" The guy said with a dirty smile. "He's my brother." Sam groaned, he was giving Dean an awkward look. "Any pets?" The desk worker questioned the brothers. "No." Deans eyes began to wander. He spotted a vending machine and smiled. Just as he was handed the keys he asked if the bed had "magic fingers" the kid gave dean a puzzled look and told him no.
When the brothers arrived at room 12 they unlocked the door and stepped inside. "Son of a bitch! He wasn't lying." Dean frowned in disappointment. "What were you hoping he was?" Sam asked while deciding what bed he wanted. "Yeah well at least the place has wifi, I have to catch up on !" Dean laughed as he unpacked Sam's laptop.
The room had white walls, and two identical painting which hung above each bed. The tv was outdated and the kitchen was small. "Eh, I've stayed in worse." Dean said to himself. A large mirror stretched along the kitchen counter. Dean took the bed closest to the bathroom and Sam plopped down on the one near the door.
They were finally settled in to the bland room when Dean decided to go to the Waffle House just around the corner. "Hey Sammy, I'm gonna go see if they have some pie at the Waffle joint over there. Maybe I'll see a reaper." Dean grinned at the "Dead like me" reference he made. "Okay bring me back som- " But before Sammy could finish Dean was out the door.