Sam opened the motel door as silently as he could and slipped inside, careful not to wake his brother who had, by the looks of it, passed out on the bed while using the Magic Fingers.
He rolled his eyes and slipped off his jacket and shoes and started cleaning up the leftover food wrappers Dean had left behind which were now scattered on the floor.
"I swear to god, Dean," Sam whispered under his breath as he bent down to pick up a Chinese food container.
As he was turning to dump the trash in the bin next to him he heard a crash from outside followed by a strange whirring sound. Sam turned towards the door and grabbed his gun from the table.
"Dean," he whispered loudly enough knowing Dean would hear it.
Dean was out of bed, with a gun, and beside him in a flash.
"What's up, Sammy?" he asked softly.
"Noise. Outside. Didn't sound like a person," Sam said.
"Great," Dean said sighing, "Let's go check it out."
The brothers inched towards the door. Dean looked at Sam and mouthed the words, one, two, three, then swung open the door.
"Sherlock, will you stop harassing the waitress," John said, rolling his eyes at his friend who sat across from him.
"Well, it's not my fault her parents kicked her out of the house and she became horribly rude," Sherlock said matter-of-factly, folding his hands together and staring at John like he should understand.
"My god, you are such a pain in the arse, I don't know why I'm friends with you," John shook his head and finished up his steak, watching as Sherlock grinned slightly and looked around the pub.
"This place is a magnet for the heartbroken, look, her over there," Sherlock said, pointing towards a girl leaning across the bar handing a man a beer, "Her boyfriend was killed in an accident. Hm, but what kind of accident? Oh, car, obviously. And him," he said nodding towards a man who was writing someone's order down on a pad of paper, "His girlfriend turned out to be a prostitute. And," he paused for a moment, looking over at John who was glaring at him, "Sorry, but I'm booored," Sherlock drawled out the vowel while leaning back in his chair, "He hasn't showed yet, and this case is so dull-"
"Okay, I get it," John said interrupting Sherlock as he payed the bill, "But maybe if you told me what's going on I can try and help and make it, somewhat, less dull."
They got up and began walking outside as John waited for Sherlock to respond.
After lay got outside Sherlock sighed and looked over to John.
"There's, a man, who helped me once, quite long before I met you," Sherlock began, "The Doctor, he called himself. Quite a peculiar name to call oneself, I always thought, but I never intended on asking him why he did. Well, as it turns out, he is in need of my help. Serious problem. Definitely not our usual."
"And by "not our usual", you mean?" John asked, opening the door to the car.
"Alien, John, when I say not out usual, I mean not anyone's usual. Aliens, and I know for a fact that's what The Doctor is as well," Sherlock answered sliding into the black Corolla.
"Woah, um, hold on a sec, did you just say, aliens? As in green bodies, with big heads, UFOs and all that stuff?" John asked bewildered as he slid into the car after him.
"No, I presume not. Just because of what the film industry has shown you of aliens, John, doesn't mean they look and act the same way," Sherlock sighed, "I can't tell you much because The Doctor didn't inform me as to whom we were looking for or what we were looking for. He simply said, "Meet me at Sunshare Motel in Cottonwood, Utah. Urgent. Aliens."."
John shook his head.
"And you just listened to him? Sherlock, you don't know a lot about this, this, alien, or whatever, he could be dangerous, this could be, a, a trap or something," John said throwing his hands up.
"This man or alien more correctly, saved my life. I am in his, debt. And I don't like being in other people's debts. So I'm doing this for him," Sherlock said, looking over at John, "Now drive, before you pass out from exhaustion. You haven't slept in nearly 2 days. And you know I hate to drive."
John continued to shake his head as he put the keys in the ignition.
"We aren't done discussing this," John said pointing his finger at Sherlock as he pulled out of the parking lot.