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Dean yawned, scrubbing a hand over his face in an effort to stay awake. He had hoped the rolling down the window would help; the cold air would keep him a little more alert. It wasn't working. He glanced over at his little brother. Sam was leaning against the window, fast asleep. He looked so peaceful in sleep…
"Sammyyyy," he whined, poking Sam in the shoulder, "Wake up and entertain meee!" Sam grunted and batted Dean's hand away, eyes staying firmly shut. Deciding that this was satisfactory amusement, Dean pulled out a pen and repeatedly poked Sam's cheek with it, grinning and the growing number of blue spots appearing. Sam didn't tolerate this for long,
"Will you quit it?" He snapped irritably after the sixth poke.
"Maybe," said Dean grinning, "in a few minutes." He poked Sam with the pen a grand total of four more times before Sam snatched it out of his hands and threw it into the back.
"Oooooh, somebody's grouchy." Sam glared at him.
"I'll remember this next time you're exhausted and trying to sleep."
"Is that a threat?"
"Maybe it is." Dean was smiling, trying to hold back a laugh. Sam looked serious.
"Whatever," laughed Dean, "I just can't believe you haven't noticed what I put in your hair yet." Sam's eyes widened and he pulled down his mirror and began furiously checking his hair,
"What did you do Dean? What did you DO??" Dean snorted and turned his eyes back to the road, figuring he'd wait about two minutes to tell Sam that there was nothing in his hair. Before he could however, he noticed the fuel light on the dashboard.
"What the?" As if on cue, the car slowed to a stop. Sam stopped running his fingers through his hair and looked at Dean inquiringly.
"Apparently we're out of gas." Sam frowned,
"But we filled up at the last station. We didn't pass anymore did we?" Dean shook his head,
"I haven't seen anything but field for ages." Both brothers sighed and got out of the car.
"Guess we start pushing."
It didn't take long for the brothers to lose track of time, the barren road seemed to stretch on forever. Then Sam broke the silence,
"What's that?" He pointed at what looked to be a private, shaded dirt road with a light at the end. Dean shrugged,
"I don't know Sam, but I'm not really sure finding out is such a good idea," Sam bit his lip, trying to think of what would be a good idea. A soft, musical voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Is something wrong?" Sam and Dean looked to see the most beautiful woman either of them had ever seen. Her skin was pale and seemed to glow in the light of her lantern. Her long shimmering black hair fell to her waist, a couple of loose strands framing her exquisite face. She wore a simple white nightdress that swished enticingly with her every movement.
"Yeah," said Dean, finally finding his voice, "Our car ran out of gas a little ways down the road," The woman nodded sympathetically,
"This is the fourth time that's happened in two weeks. They should really think about adding another gas station on this road." Sam opened his mouth to ask a question, but she cut him off,
"My house is the only one on this road," she supplied helpfully, "And the reception on cell phones is just awful out here." She paused, then smiled, lighting up her features, "Which reminds me, would you boys like to spend the night at my house? I have plenty of room, and I can call a mechanic for you in the morning. Both boys nodded mechanically,
"Thank you, Miss," said Sam breathlessly.
"Yeah, we really appreciate it." added Dean. When the woman looked away, Dean gave Sam a significant look and mouthed "Holy crap!"Sam could only nod in agreement.
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House, Sam decided, was an understatement. Freaking mansion seemed more appropriate in his opinion. Even in the dim light it was a breathtaking sight; the arched doorway of polished wood, adorned with a frosted glass window; the marble pillars supporting an elaborate balcony overlooking a serene lake with sparkling lights in the trees. Even Dean had nothing to say for once. The woman led them up the staircase, and the door opened to greet them. Another young woman stood there. She looked younger, and was also good-looking, but Dean hardly took any notice of her. She had soft looking light brown hair that was tied up in a ponytail and inquisitive hazel eyes with a splash of freckles on her cheeks. She smiled at the brothers.
"Leah," said the first woman softly, "We have guests." Leah's eyebrows rose,
"Car trouble?" Sam and Dean both nodded. Leah sighed, "I can't figure out why they haven't thought to put a gas station on this road, it goes on forever!"
"Amen," grumbled Dean. She laughed,
"Well, I suppose I'll show you to your rooms. Follow me please."When they reached the top of the stairs, she paused and called over her shoulder,
"Goodnight Miss Lenoire!"
"So what is this place?" asked Sam, admiring the paintings on the wall.
"It used to be a hotel, but it went out of business about fifteen years ago."
"How does a place like this go out of business?" asked Dean incredulously. "Dunno," said Leah, shrugging, "Probably because we're so hard to find. Most people seemed to stumble across us by accident." Sam found that strange, but kept listening,
"Anyway, Miss Lenoire's mother bought the hotel and made it their home. She passed away about a month ago. Poor Miss Lenoire was devastated."
"And where do you fit into all of this?" asked Dean, taking notice of Leah's looks, now that Miss Lenoire was gone.
Leah's face fell, her eyes clouding.
"Sorry," mumbled Dean.
"It's alright," she replied with a small smile, "Here's your room, Mr…"
"Dean," His smile this time was less flirty. He was about to step in the room when a thought occurred to him.
"Really?" Sam and Leah both looked confused.
"What are you talking about?" asked Sam,
"She hasn't asked us if we want a king or two queens yet."
Sam rolled his eyes, but Leah laughed.
"We only have king size beds here."
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"And here is your room, Mr. Sam."
"You can just call me Sam," he mumbled,
"Oki doki, Sam. Well, call me if you need anything, alright? There's a bell in your room."
"Thank you." He tried to smile, but he was too lost in thought. He stripped down to his boxers, in a sort of daze, thousands of unconnected thoughts running through his head. Though he couldn't quite put his finger on it, he knew that something was not right about this place. All uneasy thoughts however, vanished from his mind the moment he lay down on the bed and he drifted off to sleep.
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As the clock struck midnight, Sam awoke in a cold sweat. Something was definitely wrong.
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A/N: Hello, this was the first chapter of the first ever MichellenKyla co-written story! Be sure to let us know what you thought!