Subject: The perfect girl?
Best girlfriend ever?
The windows of the beautiful 67 Impala were down to let the warm wisp of Texas air circulate through the car. Witch also made poor Sammy's hair fly into his face but Dean didn't mind and found it amusing.
"Hay Sammy!" Dean yelled over the sound of the radio to his younger brother.
"What?" Sam yelled back while flipping hair away from his eyes.
"Where we off to next?" Dean asked with the same loudness.
Sam finally snapped about the music being loud. He could handle a maximum of ten hours listening to Dean's songs like this. But enough was enough.
So he reached over to the radio and shut of the music.
"Dude!" Dean started to say but Sam cut in.
"No! No more music until tomorrow."
"Okay okay." Dean rolled his eyes slightly.
Sam rubbed his eyes in frustration and sighed.
"Bobby called earlier and said there might be a job in Houston."
"Houston?" Dean's eyes grew to a confused expression. Sam nodded,
"People keep saying that there having wicked déjà vu, and I mean wicked déjà vu," Sam emphasized the word so that he wouldn't have to deal with Dean saying maybe it's just this, or maybe it's that, blablabla. Dean really aggravated Sammy sometimes with all of his questions but Sam was good at shrugging things off.
"Okay," Was all Dean said as he got off the exit towards the city, I really hate cities, he thought to himself.
Dean sighed. He could never find a parking space for his beloved car in large cities.
"If someone scratches my car again Sammy I-
"I know Dean, don't worry about it." Sam shot in before Dean could finish.
It was going to take thirty more minutes before they enter the city, so Dean asked Sam a question that he long wanted to know.
"Hay Sam," he asked in a quiet tone to get his attention.
"Yeah?"
"How…how did you know Jess was the one? I mean…you were going to marry her right?"
Sam looked down, he thought of Jess. He was going to ask to marry her, but that would have never worked out anyway, yellow demon or not, hunting was in the Winchester blood and that was that.
"I don't know," Sam answered, "why?"
Dean shrugged "I don't know…maybe because I've never really actually loved someone."
"You love me don't you?" Sam joked, giving Dean a puppy dog face.
"Oh stop!" Dean smacked him lightly and Sam laughed.
"Maybe you never loved someone because you love your car to much."
Dean smiled at that one. "Huh, you're pretty smart Sammy!" Dean laughed and stroked the Impala's dash board.
Once noon struck the sun was too much and it started to get hot so Sam and Dean rolled up the windows and turned the AC on.
"We should look for a hotel first." Sam said,
"Yeah but there all so expensive." Dean sighed,
"Who cares? Were using someone else's money anyway."
Dean didn't answer. He just looked around the busy city, looking for a hotel. And it took another twenty minutes just to find one. There was a garage for the hotel right next to it, witch Dean was thrilled with. When they were in NY one time, it took them forever just to find a parking spot for the big Impala.
The garage was ten bucks for each night though, so that didn't bode well but Dean shrugged it off eventually.
The brothers grabbed some luggage, clothes, Dad's journal, laptop, demon protection, the usual stuff and checked into the hotel for a room.
The girl at the counter was obviously hot with beads of sweat running down her chubby face. She looked up to Sam and her eyes grew wide.
"I haven't seen you here before," she said with shock. Sam was confused,
"Pardon?"
"I'm sorry it's just that, it seems like the same people are checking in and out over…and over again."
Sam's detective instinct kicked in.
"Has anything else been happening?" he asked "Have you seen anything weird?"
"No…" The girl said while giving Sam his key, she still obviously seemed still in shock at him.
"Uh, thanks…" Sam said taking the card, feeling a little awkward.
He turned and started to walk towards the elevator, "Come on Dean were on the second floor." Sam pushed the button.
"Okie dokie," Dean said and walked over to him.
They didn't speak in the elevator or all the way to the room. Sam liked the quiet for once.
Once they got to their room Sam opened the door and walked in with Dean fallowing but just before he walked in he turned to glance at two girls walking by.
Out of curiosity the girls looked into their room and Saw Sam putting things down on the bed. Their eyes grew wide, and a grin grew on their now blushed faces. They slowed down to stare at the two hot guys enter their hotel room.
"Hi there." Dean grinned.
Both the girls blushed and quickly fast walked down the hallway.
"OH my God!" they whispered to each other, even though Dean could perfectly hear them with his hunter hearing they kept talking, not knowing he was listening.
"Did you see the other guy in the room? He was so hot as well!"
"Oh my God they must be…together!" The girls squealed with a giggle.
That's when Dean had it; he rolled his eyes, entered the room and slammed the door shut.
"What's wrong?" asked Sam.
"WHY does everyone assume were gay?" Dean asked angrily as he placed his stuff on the bed.
"Maybe because were two hot guys that are in the same room." Sam jokingly said.
"But we get TWINS, not a single bed!" Dean sighed, "I need to go for a ride you coming?" Dean walked back to the door.
"Yeah." Sam said, grabbed the room key and fallowed his older brother out.
The two girls were in the lobby when Sam and Dean walked by. They eyed the two boys with curiosity, and even a little lust. You're lucky you two are hot, Dean thought to himself, or I would totally go over there and give a piece of my mind!
Sam and Dean walked to the garage in silence. The heat was getting to Dean and he wanted to be in his car already with the AC blasting.
"Dude…" Dean stared at an empty parking space, "where's my car?" His eyes grew wide
"Maybe we didn't leave it here," Sam said looking around.
"No man, I KNOW where I leave my car!" Dean's voice started to grow loud with anger "GOD DAMMIT!" he yelled while looking around frantically.
"…Dean?" A scared voice called out.
Dean looked over to the voice. It was a girl, a teenage girl who seemed around eighteen years old. She was sitting on the ground. Scared to death, and completely naked. Her pitch black wavy hair flew in her face as the wind hit swiped through the open garage.
Dean then noticed something else.
She was holding a shot gun, one of his shot guns…
Dean shot a glance to Sam then back to the girl.
"Who are you?" he asked as he walked to her. "How…how do you know who I am?" he knelt down next to the girl.
"How can you say that?" she asked, "you're in me every day!"
Dean's eyes grew with disbelief. Okay yes he has had sex with many women but never did he have a girl he did every day.
"What are you- Dean stopped himself before he said anything longer because he saw something ELSE that caught his eyes.
It was tattoos. On each side of her hips. They were the symbols that Sam drew on the impala in order to keep Demons out of it.
"Holy shit!" Dean sprung up.
Sam then noticed the same tattoos and his eyes grew wide with shock. "That's not possible!" he shook his head.
"Come on Sammy, anything is possible in our lives," Dean said while helping his well…his car up on her feet.
"This is all so knew…" she said looking around.
"Man, your voice is beautiful." Dean smiled and she blushed.
"I do sing all of your favorite songs." she giggled.
"Okay, okay, enough. We need to get her inside with some clothes on."
"There was this." she bent down and picked up a gray car blanket.
"Perfect," Dean said as he wrapped the blanket around her.
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