Disclaimer: I don't own... but that'd be cool if I did...

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, and minor swearing.

Summary: Sam and Dean stop for the night at a seemingly innocent hotel. Unbeknowest to them, there are dangerous creatures lurking inside the mysterious rooms and under the beds. Can the brothers pull together in time to save themselves?

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The sky was cloudy and dark, big fat drops cascading down to earth and splashing against the sleek black paint covering the 1967 Chevy Classic. Within the black beast held two brothers, silent but content.

Sam Winchester was in a place halfway between being awake and asleep. His forehead rested against the cool glass that would light up every few minutes against the bright light of the lightning above him.

Dean Winchester sat restlessly, afraid to reach over and turn on the radio. He knew his little brother needed his rest, god knows how often he actually laid down for a nap. But he, himself was quite content. The last hunt had ended well, no injuries to speak of and the older brother was thankful for that.

They'd taken off in the afternoon sometime, not really sure where they were headed but not really caring either way. They needed a break, needed somewhere where they could forget about their lives crumbling down before them.

Dean, from the ever pressing thoughts that he wouldn't be able to save the last of this family.

And Sam, from his future and what he'd be leaving behind if his brother was ever able to fulfill his promise.

Both were filled with mixed emotions but right now it all seemed too quiet and content to last long. It never did, and it never seemed like lady luck was on their sides, why would today be any different?

"Sammy, get up," Dean cajoled softly. After a few minutes of silence he prodded his brother in the side causing the sleepy man to jerk away.

Sam mumbled softly and pushed back deeper into his seat with a sigh. "Just a few more minutes Dean."

Dean let out a breathy laugh and shook his head. "We're going in there."

Sam pulled back his eyelids and looked over to his brother who was pointing out the window. A flash of lightning lit up the huge plantation that was standing darkly. "A little 'House on Haunted Hill', isn't it?"

"If anything it'll just be like the place in Connecticut," Dean supplied with a grin. The rain wasn't letting up and Dean was getting tired of driving around in it. "Besides, look at all the other cars."

Sam did look, and he was surprised to see the six or seven automobiles surrounding the vine covered hotel. "I guess," Sam sighed wearily, all he wanted to do was sleep, he could've even done it right there in the car.

"Wish I had an umbrella though," Dean garbled as he pulled his leather jacket up to cover his head. He turned back to see his brother doing the same thing. "Don't forget our bags Sammy."

There was an undeniable grunt from Sam as he pushed the door open while grumbling something Dean could only decipher as annoyance. With one last look back at his brother; Dean hurried across the muddy ground until he was up the cement steps and under the protection of the porch.

"Hurry up Sammy!" Dean yelled out to the tall figure perched over the trunk of the Impala. Dean suddenly wished he'd been lazy enough to put their bags on the backseat rather than with their mass of weapons in the back.

"I'm coming," came the annoyed reply.

In a few short strides Sam was standing beside his brother. He dropped the bags carelessly and shook out his hair ignoring the dog comment Dean shot him.

"Have you knocked yet?"

Dean shrugged and an eyebrow rose. "Are you even supposed to ring when you're at a hotel?"

Sam looked at the green door, doubt filling him. There wasn't a sign… not that he was paying attention when Dean drove up here, he'd been half-asleep after all. "Is this even a hotel?"

Another shrug.

Dean's fist met the wooden door a few times and the knocking resounded sharply. "Anybody here?"

"Jesus Dean, everybody is probably asleep!"

"They aren't anymore now are they Sammy-boy."

The two bickered, unaware of the front door opening.

"Can I help you?" a deep voice asked. The brothers were instantly quiet; Dean smiled at the old man and prodded Sam in the side prompting the young man to speak.

"Uh yeah," Sam began as he slapped Dean's hand away from his side. "This is a hotel right?"

The man smiled slightly and shook his head. "I'm afraid you've come across the Ives plantation."

Sam sighed in irritation and turned to glare at his brother who was looking rather sheepish.

"Er… sorry?" Dean winced at the look Sam shot him.

The younger brother turned back to the older man and held out his hand. "Well thanks anyway. Sorry for waking you, my brother must have been mistaken when he told me that this was an inn."

The man smiled again. "It's no trouble really. You boy's been traveling out in the rain all this time?"

Dean nodded and looked back to the wet droplets in disgust. "It just won't let up."

"You know, I have some friends over young lads and I wouldn't mind housing a few more tonight…"

"Oh we couldn't," Sam turned down the offer.

Dean looked at his brother incredulously. "But since your offering, we'd be more than grateful to accept."

Sam mumbled something unintelligible again as the man took both him and Dean by the elbow and guided them inside.

Once the door was shut the man let out an approved sound and smiled back at his guests. "Oh my, we haven't even been properly introduced." He stuck out his hand in greeting, "I'm Grant Ives and this is my plantation."

Sam took the hand and shook it. "I'm Sam Wi…"

"Wiggins," Dean shot in. "He's Sam and I'm Dean."

Once they were done with the introductions, they moved into the den where a fire was alit in the fireplace.

"You're my hero," Dean chimed as he sat on a plush couch next to the fire.

Grant laughed heartily at Dean's enthusiasm. "So where're you young lads headed?"

Sam shifted slightly, "Nowhere really. We're just road tripping."

"I see."

As Dean and Grant spoke, Sam's eyes trailed over the well furnished room curiously. "So where're your other guests?" He interrupted.

Grant became tightlipped for a moment. "It's late; they've probably made their way to the rooms already. I'm sure you'll be able to meet them then."

Sam bobbed his head up and down, seeming to accept the answer. "If you don't mind, it's been a long drive and I'm not feeling very well."

"Oh of course," Grant agreed as he got back to his feet.

Dean shot Sam a dirty then and clambered to his own feet.

"Right this way boy's." Grant led the two up some stairs and into a long, red carpeted hallway that was lit by only a few light bulbs that were spaced every few feet apart. "Ah," Grant breathed in approval as they came to one cream colored door. "This one is Sam's," Grant pushed open the door to reveal a long bed in the middle of the room.

Sam rolled his eyes when he heard Dean laugh as they both caught sight of the mass of tiny figurines covering shelves to the side of the bed.

"Cute," Dean murmured sarcastically. "You'll love it here Sammy."

"Dean," Grant spoke to get the older brother's attention. "Your room is right across the hall." He pointed at a light blue door directly across from Sam's.

"Well if that's all, I should retire for the night as well," Grant said with a toothy smile. With that, he left the room and left the two brothers by themselves.

Dean walked to the door. "I guess I'll go to bed too. Are you going to be alright?"

Sam scowled at his brother. "Yes mother," he mimicked a child's voice.

Dean raised an amused eyebrow. "Night Sammy."

The door clicked shut softly and Sam listened until he heard Dean's own door open and then click shut. He sighed and looked around the room again, he walked over to the shelves and observed that figurines with soft laugh.

The entire shelf was filled with porcelain trolls. "Good god," Sam laughed as picked up the ugliest one and looked at it. "I can't believe people actually collect this stuff." He set the doll back down and sat down on the bed.

Sam kicked off his shoes while wondering if Dean's room had strange trinkets too. He lay down and stared up at the ceiling, willing sleep to claim him once again.

He fell asleep, unaware of the many sets of eyes staring back at him.

TBC...