The same procedure
SPN 100 challenge, word: twin
Summary: To answer the same questions every time can make a man real tired. Set anywhere in the early seasons.
A/N: Guys, I missed you. Been on vacation and it was so great to escape the microwave we're stuck in. I mean, summertime is great – but to cook day and night at 98° Fahrenheit (86 in my flat) – far from refreshing. So if something here makes no sense at all, it's probably because my brain is overcooked Oh, and 200 words on the dot. Heat has the effect of expanding things… (even author notes)
When the two men entered his lobby, bickering like only old couples can, the night clerk smiled knowingly.
"What can I do for you, guys?"
"You have a room for a few days? As remote as possible – and oh, no room service required," said the rough one in the leather jacket.
"Uh, let me see…" He made a show of browsing through the stained pages of his reservation book.
"Kingsize or…"
"Jeez, man – twin beds, what do we look like?"
The clerk had seen his fair share of people who just wanted to play a little Heaven and Hell – and he couldn't care less, especially now. The reports about hikers literally losing their heart to the Glacier National Park weren't exactly making his life easier. So he simply nodded.
"Twin room it is, Mr. …"
"Cooper. Dale Cooper. And this is my partner, Harry Truman. We're Agents."
That got a snort from the clerk.
Sure, handcuffs and uniforms – didn't sound kinky at all.
"Right, Agent Cooper. Whatever rocks your boat. Here's the key. Enjoy your stay."
He watched them walking to a black Impala, both young and slender and all muscles. "Twin beds my ass", he thought, feeling strangely envious.