Okay... my first Supernatural fic. Characters not mine. Just got into the fandom a few days ago. Short little thing that poppe dinto my head when I was trying to sleep. Enjoy! Ugh... Wincest... kind of.
They usually stay in out of the way motels. The ones that are never full up, the ones that always have a vacancy. But, tonight that's not working out too well for them.
It's been a long day and all they want to do is collapse onto something that is not car upholstery. They need somewhere to treat the wounds they've gained in their most recent fight. And neither of them is in any condition to drive any further tonight.
The small motel just a mile or two away from the State Park in some small town in Maryland they'd spent the day fighting off evil in was nearly booked solid. Some convention at a church just down the road the woman behind the desk explained. There's only one room left.
They take it, ignoring the looks from the church members that are loitering about in the lobby who seem to be eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Yeah, the king is great." Dean says, because he's tired enough that he could probably fall asleep standing up right now. Sammy already look to be doing so, his head resting against Dean's shoulder as he hands over another fake credit card and takes the keys.
And, besides, it's not as if they won't make use of it anyway.
