Hola! New Story! I just love Supernatural and the fanfics for it. In this story, I may or may not have altered a few things…*glances around room guiltily*…..
But at any rate I hope you enjoy it!
Sam and Dean Winchester were not exactly the world's most functional family. They were demon hunters and brothers who traveled around, using less than legal methods to stay in crappy hotels just one star above going out of business. They didn't have lots of money, but it was fine with them. Or, one of them at least. You see, Sam hadn't exactly planned on becoming a demon hunter. HE was going to college, getting a degree and planning for the future. What he didn't plan on, however, was his older brother Dean showing up in the middle of the night and whisking him off in search for their father.
It's been that way for awhile now, and for the most part Sam has gotten used to it. He wasn't the sort of person who goes for the flashy, expensive junk other people might, but it he would certainly prefer it to cheap, middle-of-nowhere motels that got a F- on their health inspections. So naturally, after living like this for quite sometime, Sam was more than shocked when Dean said they were going to be staying at The Muse in New York. "We're only going because there were some supernatural disturbances in the area and I know a guy who can get us tickets," Dean said. Sam knew that this was partly true, but mostly Dean wanted a break as well. What was really shocking, though, was that the tickets were coming from a man instead of a woman. Dean was known to be a ladies man, but perhaps he was a man's man too. 'Wouldn't be too surprised, the big man-whore,' Sam thought spitefully. Don't get him wrong, Sam loved his brother, but I mean, come on! The man was a walking sex machine. Sam would even go so far as to say that most of the unknown stains Sam found in their motels came from Dean, seeing as he frequented some of them.
After several hours, Dean parked the Impala in front of The Muse. He tossed the keys to the valet(let their lazy asses find a damn parking spot!) and he and Sam walked in. The lobby was exquisite. Beige marble covered the floors and created tasteful pillars around the large room. A short receptionist awaited them behind the marble check-in desk. He was middle-aged, slender, and going bald on the top of his head. He wasn't hideous, but he didn't fit Sam's description of attractive. Dean chatted with the receptionist, flirted a little(*Sam rolling his eyes*) and finally got their room key.
When they entered the room, they both gasped at the luxury of it. The room was tastefully decorated in dark, earthy tones. The Bathroom was pure white marble, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A white sofa sat in front of a large flat screen TV attached to the wall just above the fireplace. There were two beds, both fitted with dark sheets to match the interior. There was a balcony overlooking the finer parts of New York. Sam, being the romantic nerd he is, couldn't wait to light some candles, grab his battered copy of A Walk To Remember, and soak for hours in a large bubble bath. Dean had other ideas. He flopped onto his bed, dirty clothes STILL on, mind you, ordered room service to bring him a beer, and bought a porno on Direct TV.
While Sam waited for the candles and bubble bath to arrive, he flipped on his computer to search for the creature they were up against. "So what exactly are we dealing here with, Dean?" Sam inquired. " The reports were all of a slim, curvy blonde woman who sang like an angel. The witnesses felt a powerful love and devotion for the next person they saw, provided they could still hear said angel's song in their head. The most likely theory is that it's a siren," Dean said, not taking his eyes off his porno. Giving Dean some alone time with his Mr. Winky, Sam headed for the bathroom, grateful his bubble bath arrived quickly.
After a hour and a half of soaking in the tub, Sam got out, slipped into a baggy shirt and sweats, and headed for bed. Dean had already fallen asleep, pants down and porno still going. Sam switched off the TV, covered Mr. Winky with a sheet, being careful as not to touch it, and snuggled underneath his own covers, letting sleep take over him.
A couple miles away, two young men who hated each other were passionately making out, whilst a curvy figure sat in the doorway, singing a most enchanting song.