The interstate was a long way to Virginia from their last job in Florida, but the back roads were longer. It wasn't anything the Winchester boys weren't used to at this point. The radio was up loud and playing the same old music that the driver listened to. It was a bright, sunny day.
"Finally, a vacation!" Dean said to Sam, "The family business is getting pretty tough. I'm just glad we get at least a day off from smelling sulfur or salt..."
"Or decaying corpses," Sam replied.
They both laughed as Dean made a turn. Their ride was mostly silence between the two, listening to the radio or singing along to songs, joking around with each other. Doswell... They were both exhausted and ready to get there.
"So, Sammy," Dean said, turning the radio down, "I heard there's an amusement park in Doswell. A... King's Dominican?"
"Kings Dominion, Dean. I did the research," Sam was looking out the window at all the trees and small buildings, "And it might be fun, but..." Sam stopped mid-sentence.
"But what?"
"But they've got... Uhm..." Sam stopped talking for a few minutes before his brother nudged him.
"God damn it, Sam, Just spit it out..." Dean said, slightly irritated.
"They've got a clown band." Sam seemed very embarrassed.
Dean bursted out laughing and looked over at Sam quickly, before turning his head to look back at the road. Dean shook his head and said, "Sammy. You're meaning to tell me after all the bigger stuff we've fought, ghosts, demons, vampires, ghouls, shapeshifters... You're afraid of CLOWNS? Still? Come on!"
Sam rubbed the back of his head and tucked in the flying pieces of hair in the front. "Dean... I mean, I can't help it I have a fear of clowns. You've known this for a long time now. So why would it change all of a sudden?"
"There you go, asking questions again," Dean responded as he spotted a sign. "Well, I'm pretty much over my fear of flying, so I thought you'd be over your fear of clowns."
"That's a lie," Sam chuckled, "Good luck trying to convince me of that."
They made turn after turn after turn, traffic light after traffic light. The two brothers talked for the last few hours of the trip. About everything. Past hunting gigs, childhood memories between the two (that were actually good.) Anything they could talk about to keep them occupied. Finally, in the distance, there was the big sign. WelcometoDoswell! It read. Dean yawned. "I'm about ready to hit the hay. What do you say, Sammy?"
"Let's find a motel then," Sam replied. "I'll keep an eye out."
It wasn't too much longer until the Winchesters arrived at the motel. A cheap, dim-lit sign greeted them with what seemed like the biggest comfort they had ever had. The two were tired from the trip. Dean thought in his mind that it was a miracle he didn't fall asleep at the wheel. He didn't want to worry about Sam hurting his precious Impala, Baby. Especially when he wasn't awake to scold him for it. Dean pulled up in front of one of the motel rooms as the car's lights slowly went off. Sam hopped out of the car. "I'll go get the keys," he said.
"Alright." Dean was sleepy as he got out of the car, stretching and yawning once more. He scratched his head a bit and stood beside the car, waiting for Sam again. Then, with help from the silence outside, he heard something from one of the rooms.
It seemed like... Crying. "Oh no," Dean mumbled to himself, "It's probably just her having... Weird phone sex... Or something. I'm on vacation. Not gonna worry about it."
He continued to wait for Sam.
"Mom, Gina can't be dead! Why would she kill herself? She was about to graduate!" The girl continued in the other room. Her voice was breaking; it was obvious she was really grief-stricken.
As if instinct kicked in, Sam unlocked their motel door with their newly-acquired keys and went inside, Dean following right after. Dean frowned as he sit on the edge of the bed.
"Dean, you alright?" Sam asked him.
Dean gave a minute of silence before responding, "Yeah, Sammy, I'm fine."
"Then what's with the frown on your face? Dean–"
As if Sam had summoned the girl in the other room to speak again, she continued her sobbing, "Mom... She isn't dead. It was probably just a... A light fall. I'll call you tomorrow."
Sam looked at Dean and pointed to the wall behind him where the noise came from. Dean nodded and whispered. "Pretty thin walls, huh?" He joked.
"I guess so, Dean. Don't worry about it; we're off-the-clock for now. Let's just enjoy our day tomorrow."
With that, the brothers exchanged goodnights and turned the lights out, falling into a deep sleep. And the best sleep they had had in a while.