AN: Okay, so this is a little something myself and one of my karate students were joking around about. The joke was that we were imagining 6'4" Sammy frolicking through flowers. And this is what came of it. Just a fun little story.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of Supernatural.
"Thank you! Everything will be out in a jiffy," the waiter chirps with a wide grin on his face. Dean raises an eyebrow at the retreating form of their waiter.
"Is it just me or does he seem way too happy?" Dean asks Sam while leaning over the table towards him. Sam looks up from his phone and at Dean.
"What?" he asks with raised eyebrows of his own.
"The waiter. Didn't he seem overly happy?" Dean asks again as he just a thumb at said waiter.
"Seemed he was just really working to get a big tip," Sam says casually with a shrug of his shoulder. Dean scrunches up his face but doesn't push the subject.
An hour later and Dean and Sam walk over to the counter to pay their bill. They hear a gruff voice yelling at someone and they raise their eyebrows. The kitchen door swings open with their waiter walking out. Behind him, a large man with a mustache shouts after him.
"Are you two ready to pay?" the waiter asks with a wide grin. Dean's eyebrow rises higher and the waiter's cheerful voice.
"Uh… yeah," Dean replies before handing the waiter some money. The waiter hits a few buttons and then opens the register. He counts out the change and hands it to Dean.
"Have a wonderful day," the waiter says cheerily. Dean forces a smile and gives him a nod and he and Sam leave the restaurant.
"Okay… so maybe a little weird," Sam admonishes with a look at Dean.
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"Welcome to the amazing Bluewater motel!" a woman says enthusiastically with a broad smile on her face. Dean takes a few steps back and makes to leave but Sam grabs his arm and forces him to the counter.
"This is the third hotel we've been to. They're all happy-go-lucky freaks. Deal with it," Sam mutters firmly to his brother before they get to the counter. Dean scowls but gives in to defeat.
"One room. Two beds," Dean forces out and the woman's smile widens.
"Wonderful!" she says as she swiftly sets them up in the computer. Dean hands her a card and pays for it and the woman hands it back along with two room keys. Dean takes them and grabs Sam, rushing them out of the building.
"What the hell is going on around here?" Dean asks as they climb back into the Impala.
"I don't know. But it's getting weird," Sam replies as Dean drives around the corner and parks in front of their door.
"Getting weird? Dude it's been weird. Some thing's going on around here," Dean argues as they climb out of the Impala and grab their bags.
"You mean our kind of weird?" Sam asks with a raised eyebrow. He looks over at his older brother as Dean unlocks the door and they enter the room. Sam shuts the door behind them and they throw their bags on their beds.
"I don't know. Maybe. I just have a gut feeling," Dean says in return as he sighs and looks over at his younger brother.
"Okay. I'll see if I can find anything," Sam says, ignoring Dean's surprised look. Sam found out a long time ago not to second guess Dean's gut feelings; they were usually right.
"All right. I'm… gonna go take a shower then," Dean returns and Sam nods his head. Dean gives him a weird look but grabs his clothes and disappears into the bathroom.
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"I don't know Dean. I've got nothing," Sam sighs out and leans back in his seat. He had been looking for anything strange in town besides the people being high on happy pills but had found nothing.
"Yeah, maybe I was wrong," Dean says with no real conviction. Sam looks over at him and opens his mouth to say something but the sounds of sirens stops him. Dean and Sam share a look before moving to their feet and exiting the room.
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Dean puts the car in park in front of the diner they just left. Cop cars and an ambulance are parked haphazardly around. The two hunters exit the vehicle and walk up the crime scene tape, flashing their fake FBI badges. The cop let's them through and Dean and Sam walk inside. Looking around, they see cops walking and talking. In the middle of the room is the body of their waiter with blood soading the front of his shirt. A cop walks up to them and Dean nods his head in greeting.
"Agents Bonham and Johnson," Dean introduces as he and Sam show their badges again.
"What happened here?" Sam asks as he and Dean put their badges away.
"One of the waiters stabbed himself in the middle of his shift," the cop explains, looking between the two Winchesters.
"He committed suicide?" Dean asks with raised eyebrows.
"That's usually what 'stabbing his self' means," the cop replies sarcastically. Dean scowls and takes a deep breath to say something but Sam cuts in.
"What my partner means is that we saw the guy earlier and he definitely did not look suicidal," Sam explains as he meets the cops gaze.
"Yeah, way too happy for that," Dean adds with a wave of his hand.
"You two were with the victim?" the cop asks with narrowed eyes. Sam inwardly cringes at the accusation in the cop's tone.
"We came here for lunch," Dean explains as he glares at the cop. The cop stares at Dean and Sam for a moment longer and then continues on.
"Timothy Andrews, the waiter, had been… happy for some time. It doesn't make sense why he would do this," the cop explains, looking between Dean and Sam.
"You'll call us when the coroner's report is done?" Dean asks as he hands the cop a card with his number on it.
"Of course," the cop replies as he takes the card. Dean and Sam shake his hand and then turn and leave.
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Dean and Sam exit the Impala and walk up to their room door. Dean takes out the key and begins to unlock the door. Bang! Dean stops and looks over at Sam who meets his gaze. Dean puts the key back in his pocket and he and Sam run around the corner. They run until they get to the lobby where they stop. Not seeing anyone in there, they pull their guns and enter the room. Pointing their guns in front of them, they cautiously search the room. Dean moves behind the desk and sighs as he comes to a stop.
"Sam," Dean calls to his brother and he lowers his gun. Sam turns around and lowers his gun when he sees Dean putting his away. Sam replaces his gun as he walks over to stand next to his brother. Sam sighs when he sees the body of the woman who checked them in, a gun in her hand and a bullet wound in her head.
"She seem suicidal to you?" Dean asks as he gives Sam a look.
"About as much as the waiter," Sam replies, meeting Dean's gaze. Some thing's definitely going on here. They leave the room and walk back to their own room, with Sam making a call to the police on the way. Suddenly, something collides into Sam and he stumbles forward with a grunt.
"Sorry about that. It was my fault," a middle-aged man says, resting a hand on Sam's shoulder to steady him. Dean looks over and looks at the man closely.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it," Sam replies with a wave of a hand. The man pats Sam's shoulder and then walks down the sidewalk. Dean narrows his eyes at him but shrugs it off.
"Come on. Let's figure this thing out," Dean says as he unlocks the door and walks inside.
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