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Disclaimer: Do I look like Eric Kripke? Nope. So I do not own Supernatural.
All the Winchester boys wanted was a nice night at a nice hotel.
But no. Of course not.
Of course they couldn't have a simple night away from hunting.
Of course the only hotel for miles would be haunted by ghosts, including the owners of the hotel.
And now, here they were, trying to fight their way out of their room.
"Come on!" Dean shouted angrily as he blasted a ghost full of rock salt.
"How many of them are there?" Sam wondered aloud as he ducked to avoid being smacked in the face by their bellhop.
"Too many!"
The blond owner kicked Dean in the chest, causing him to drop his gun. Cursing at her, he clutched his stomach. Sam shot her and she disappeared with an angry shriek, giving Dean enough time to straighten up and grab the poker from the fireplace a few feet away.
"What do we do, Sammy?"
Sam sucked in a breath, eyes darting around as he waited for any of the ghosts to come near. "I don't know. They all seem to be connected to this place…"
Dean licked his lips. "So what, you think maybe they all died here, too?"
The younger man shrugs. "That would be my best guess."
"So, light it up?"
Sam nods. "Yeah. And we're the only one's here- well, the only living ones here. We don't have to worry about anyone else getting hurt."
They grabbed their belongings. While Sam kicked out the glass of the window, Dean fought of the specters with the iron stick; the ghosts seemed to have figured out their plan, and the 4 ghosts didn't seem too keen on allowing them to leave.
"Stay!" hissed the male owner.
"No thanks" Dean replied, tossing his suitcase out of the window with one hand while swinging the iron poker with his other.
He pulled his box of matches from his back pocket and struck it before dropping it to the carpeted floor. Then, the brothers climbed out of the building through the window, dropping from the second story to the ground.
Hurrying back, away from the hotel- in case their plan didn't work and it turned out that the ghosts still could come after them- they watch as the rest of it caught fire.
Luckily, their plan did work and the ghosts all gathered at the windows, screeching after their lost guests before vanishing into clouds of smoke and ash.
"Phew," sighed Dean, leaning back against the Impala. "I'll tell you one thing: I am never going to stay anywhere ever again until I know that it isn't like the Haunted Hotel, here."