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John was inside the convenience store buying some food. Sam was looking over the map making sure they were on the right road. They have been driving for hours. Dean was in the passenger seat sleeping but finally got up.
Dean had on his brown leather coat his dad gave him. He was trying to stretch but felt his stomach growl. Dean rubbed his eyes and looked around in the car. In the glove box, there was some old licorice. Dean pulled the bag out and started eating it.
Dean got out of the car to see what his dad and brother were doing. "Looking at the Kwik-e-mart over there I'm guessing were not at the hotel yet."
"Gosh, Dean with detective skills like that you don't need us around," Sam said while not taking his eyes off the map.
"Damn straight Sammy," Dean said with a sarcastic smirk, then took a bit of licorice.
Sam looked up and frowned. "What the hell are you eating?"
"Licorice, want some?" Dean held a piece out for his brother to grab.
Sam made a disgusted face."Yuck, no thanks."
"What the hell wrong with you? Licorice is a classic." Dean took another bit.
"It's nothing but dye and chemicals. Do you even know what the expiration date is on those things?" Sam asked.
Dean looked the bag over. "It doesn't have one."
"Well, that tells you something right there." Sam went back to the map shaking his head.
"Well not all us like eating grass, Bambi."
John walked out the store with two big bags. Dean looked frustrated. "Damn dad, do we really have to eat gas station food again, couldn't you guys find a dinner?"
"It's the only place for miles so shut it." John put the bags in the back of the impala, then turn back to Dean. "I got some pie and beer so that should stop your bellyaching."
Dean smiled. "You're awesome."
"Yeah, yeah, get in the car."
John was driving, Dean was sitting next to him and Sam was in the back eating and handing out the food when his brother and father demand it.
They drove for 4 more hours, then they got to their destination. It was a hotel but they weren't there to sleep but to work a case.
Two people that had no relation die here in the last month. Normally this wouldn't enough for them to investigate but it was on the way back to Bobby's so they decided to check it out.
The 3 of them grab their bags and headed inside. The hotel lobby was big but it was also old. It didn't look like it hadn't been remodeled since the 60's at least.
There was a young pretty girl working the front desk. Dean took notice of her but John walked up to her first.
"Yeah, do you have any rooms with three beds? I don't trust my sons enough to leave them by them selfs. There basically 6 foot 5-year-olds. Especially this one one." John tilts his head toward Dean.
The girl laughed.
Dean was embarrassed and looked at his dad. "Dude!"
John took joy in messing with his son and even smiled.
The Girl pull a key off the wall. "Yes, we have a room with what you're looking for. Just sign in and pay, then you can go check it out." John did exactly that.
As the John and Sam were walking away Dean tried to stay behind and hit on the girl.
"Dean, are you coming?" John asked. He was now started to get annoyed with his older son.
Dean waved his dad off. "I'll catch up."
John went back for him and pulled him by the ear and wouldn't let go so he would follow. The girl and Sam laughed.
John finally lets go of Dean's ear, halfway up the steps. "Some of a bitch! What are you trying to do, pull it off." Dean rubbed his ear.
John's voice got serious. "We're here on a case, not a booty call Dean. Now got your head at of your ass and get to work."
Dean straighten up right away. "Yes, sir." He looked like a scared kid when he said that.
Sam didn't like seeing Dean act that way. Dean seems to have no willpower when it came to their father. Sam was sure if John asked Dean to jump off a bridge he would do it, and that freak Sam out.
His brother was 22 and still, act's like a scared puppy wanting to please his owner anytime John tells him to do something. It wasn't healthy.
Sam, on the other hand, wasn't afraid to fight back. Him and John had gotten into many fights over the years because of this. Sam knew Dean hated it but there was no way Sam was going to become a pushover when it came to their dad.
John started searching through his bag. He pulled out two EMF records. "Go down the halls and see if they pick up any activity. Meet back here when you're done. Got it?"
"Yes, sir." Sam and Dean said at the same time while grabbing the EMF from John.
They started to walk out the door but John wanted to say one more thing. "Dean, don't go harassing that girl at the front desk unless it's absolutely necessary. We don't want to get kicked out. You hear me?"
"I hear you, dad." Dean walked out. He just wanted to get the job over with.
As the two of them were walking the halls. Sam started complaining. "This place really sucks. The carpet has stains, there dust everywhere and it looks like it's been a hundred years since they replace anything."
"What got you so moody?" I think this place kind of got charmed to it."
"You just like it because it reminds you of the shining."
"And what's wrong with that?" Dean gave Sam snarky smile has they walked.
They made their way to the hotel until Dean saw the bar. He started to go over. "Do you really think that's a good idea right now Dean?" Sam asked.
"Oh what wrong with taking a little break. We earned it." Dean said walking backward towards the bar.
Sam had a completely unamused look on his face. "We been looking around for 15 minutes."
"Oh come on Sam the bartender might know something." Dean put his head down a little and raise his eyebrows.
Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine, but if dad catches us I'm telling him this was your idea."
Dean had a big smile on his face now. "That's my boy!" He excitedly ran over and sat at the bar. Sam slowly walk up and did the same.
"I'll have a beer and my brother here will have a coke." Dean pointed at Sam using his thumb.
The bartender looked completely exhausted and didn't want to deal with anyone. He thought about asking for an ID couldn't bring himself to care. He got Dean and Sam their drinks and told them the price. Dean paid it then started drinking.
Sam held up the coke bottle looking displeased. "Why do I have to drink coke and you get a beer?"
"Because your underage Sammy." Dean took another swig of his beer.
Dean really didn't care about that. Him and Sam drink all the time but he was just trying to mess with his little brother.
"That's never been a problem before. Hell, you and dad been drinking together since you were 15."
"Well, that's usually after a hunt Sammy. You more than anybody should know some of the stuff we survive deserves a beer. It's not like us hunters exactly have a long life expectancy. Enjoy many beers, has you can because you never know when is your last hunt. Except for now because I'm the boss."
Sam scowled. "You are not the…" he shook his head. "Never mind." Sam had gotten quite for a minute to collect his thoughts. "About that, the hunting life that's something I wanted to talk about with you."
Dean attention was all on Sam now but the bartender walked up and interrupted them. "Last call boys, if want anything else to drink this is your last chance."
Dean gave him a big smile. Na were good my man but I could use some information about this place.
The bartender just gave Dean a depressed and bleak look.
"I don't get pay enough to deal with second-hand gossip kid."
Sam grabbed Dean wallet out of his jacket pocket and pulled out a 20 to lay down on the bar top.
"Hey, that's my money!" Dean said scowling looking like he was going to smack his brother.
Sam turn to Dean with his hand still on the money. "No Dean it's not yours, you won it in a poker game."
The bartender took the money from Sam when he and Dean were having their stare down. "What do you want to know?"
Sam smiled at Dean, he was stilled annoyed with him. Dean turned to the bartender. "There been 2 deaths here in the last month, you wouldn't know anything about that would you?" Dean smirked but still looked pissed.
"Yeah were not supposed to talk about it." The bartender looked away.
Dean sighed and slammed another 20 down. Bartender showed more life than he did all night. "Two of the guests jumped. One out his window the other off the balcony we have for the honeymoon suite sweet.
"Did you notice anything weird going on before they die like cold spots, the smell of sulfur?" Sam asked.
The bartender just rolled his eyes. "I barely notice the people that pay me, do you really think I remember something like that?"
Dean just gave an awkward smile. "Yeah I can see were done here." Dean pushed off the bar as he got up. "Thanks for the help Squidward," Dean said has he was walking away.
Bartender flipped him back the bird.
"Real people person, that guy is," Dean said has he pulled out the EMF out his pocket. "You wanted to talk about something, oh wait I don't care." Dean gave Sam cocky smile. Sam looked irritated. Dean gently elbowed him in the side. "I'm just kidding. Seriously what's up?"
"Well I've been thinking do we really want to do this for the rest of ours life?" Sam asked as he followed Dean down the halls. Looking for any EMF activity.
"Sure why not? Livin it up on the road. Bar chicks, bar food whats not to love?"
"How about the crappy hotels with the funny smelling beds and the gas station food that feels everyone sick for a week after we eat it. Also, how we almost die on a daily basis. Some the bar chicks are not the hot either Dean. Remember Brenda?"
Dean shook for a second. "I told you never to bring that up. That was a momentary lapse in judgment."
"Other words you were drunk."
"Bingo!"
"I'm serious Dean don't you want more. The only reason our lives are even like this because of dad stubborn revenge plan against yellow eyes and all know how well that's going." Sam rolled his eyes.
Dean started to get pissed hearing the demons name. "We'll find that some of a bitch if the last I do."
"And that's what scares me, Dean. It really might be the last thing you do, if we find him at all. It's been 18 years we can't keep wasting our lives on this. I know you, Dean you don't this kind of life either." Sam's voice was started to get louder as he talked.
Dean had enough of his brothers complaining. He suddenly turned around to Sam and yelled. "It killed mom!"
Sam stopped in his tracks. Dean could tell he wasn't expecting that.
Dean took a deep breath. "I get you didn't know her, you with just a baby but what he did to her…." Dean's voice was starting to crack. "He needs to pay."
Sam started to talk more quietly but still had a mad tone to it. "You're right Dean I didn't know her, but I know one thing she isn't worth ruining our life over!"
Dean hit Sam right on the nose. He went spiraling backward onto the floor. Dean stormed off fast as he could away from Sam.
"Some of a bitch!" Sam touch the blood coming out of his nose.
Sam went back to the lobby to get some ice. The girl at the front desk saw his bloody nose. "Oh, you poor thing! What happen?"
"I'm fine. Just a friendly disagreement with my brother." Sam was trying to hold his nose shut so no more blood would fall on the floor.
"Please come back here. I can get you some ice and a towel." The girl ran in the back. Sam sat down in the chair she was waving for him to sit in earlier.
The girl came back with a towel and tried to wipe some the blood off his face. "Do you and your brother always solve all disagreements like this?" She said with jokingly voice and smile.
Sam winced then smiled back at her. "Pretty much."
The girl laughed a little Sam did too. She then leaned in and kissed him. Sam was taken by surprise. She pulled back with a big smile on her face. "Now go jump off the balcony."
"Yes, of course, anything for you." Sam got up and headed that way.
The girl stopped him. "Oh and one more thing if anybody tries's talked to you on the way don't tell them what happen."
"Yes, anything you say." Sam started to go up the stairs.
