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"Dude, come on! Drive the friggin' speed limit already!" Dad yelled. We were almost to Cleveland when we got stuck behind a huge, white, Hummer that was going thirty miles under the speed limit. We were the only ones on the road, stuck behind this guy. As you can imagine, Dad was getting pretty pissed off.
"This is ridiculous." Oliver muttered with a sigh. I silently agreed with him. Whoever was driving the car in front of us should obviously not be allowed to have a license if they can't even follow the simple rules of the road. Dad started to beep at the car, hoping the driver would get the idea to speed up. Unfortunately, this didn't work. To add to this problem, every time Dad tried to switch lanes, the other car would follow. No matter what he did, the Hummer was always in front of us.
Suddenly, the Hummer pulled over to the side of the road; obviously the driver wanted to talk to Dad, so Dad pulled over behind him, keeping a good amount of distance between the two cars. The driver's side door opened, and a man stepped out. However, the man wasn't the type of person that any of us had pictured driving this vehicle.
The man was about seventy-five years old; a tall, skinny, guy with thinning, white hair under a red bandana and huge glasses that magnified his eyes. That wasn't the best part, though. He was wearing tight, black, leather pants, biker boots, and a motorcycle jacket over a white T-shirt, as well as a black, studded belt. As he walked slowly over to the car, I noticed chipped, black nail polish on his nails, and a studded, leather choker around his neck.
"Oh, God…" Dad muttered, putting his face in his hand, trying hard not to laugh. As a matter of fact, all of us were doing our best to stifle our laughter, but it wasn't easy. I mean, it's not every day that you see an old man dressed like a punk. The man approached the window on Dad's side, and Dad rolled it down, offering his trademark smile. Ya know, the one where he knows that he's going to end up getting in trouble, but he acts all innocent anyway, and tries to talk himself out of it… "Uh, hi. What can I do for you, sir?" I love him for trying, but he wasn't going to get off on this one; the guy was so mad that he practically had steam coming out of his ears.
"Listen here, sonny," the man said, pointing his finger at Dad, "I've been driving for over fifty years! I don't need no hot-shot in some fancy muscle car beepin' at me!" When he hit the Impala's side mirror for emphasis, I thought Dad was going to jump out and smack him one, or at least start cursing or something, but he didn't. I knew Dad wouldn't hit an old man. He's not that rude.
"You were going 25 in a 55 mile zone!" Dad shouted.
"Don't you dare talk back to your elders, son!"
"Okay, chill out, Sparky." Dad muttered, irritated.
"Don't tell me to 'chill out', boy! You should learn to respect the older citizens of this country!"
Oliver and I looked at each other, both of us rolling our eyes. Sam was looking out the passenger's side window so the guy couldn't see him laughing. The guy continued to rant about respecting elders and how rude Dad was being. I couldn't even understand half of the stuff he was saying; he was babbling incoherently, waving his finger in Dad's face. When he was done with his little speech, he walked away and got back into his Hummer. Dad rolled his eyes and pulled away quickly, the Impala's tires screeching on the blacktop. I knew Dad wanted to put distance between them before the guy got back on the road.
Luckily, we didn't have any other problems the rest of the way to Cleveland. We got there at around five, and drove to the downtown area to find the Holiday Inn where Dad had made reservations. Cleveland is a really beautiful city, so I didn't mind staring out the window as we drove. The buildings and the waterfront were amazing, and it was pretty crowded. There were a lot of people walking on the sidewalks, visiting interesting little shops and stores that lined the streets.
When we pulled into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn, I began to get even more excited. It's sad, but in all my years, I have never stayed in a real hotel. I had grown up staying in crappy motels and had therefore gotten used to it. This vacation was going to be an experience.
We got our luggage out of the trunk, and walked inside. The lobby was huge, and very elegant. The place even had air conditioning! That was a relief, considering I had practically broken a sweat just walking from the car. It was sweltering in Cleveland during the summer. I had checked the weather reports before we left, and it said that the temperatures were going to be in the high eighties for our stay.
After Dad got the key to our room, we took an elevator up to the seventh floor, and walked along the hallway until we reached the correct room. Dad pushed the door open,(Insert heavenly, angelic chorus) and we all stood in the hallway, staring in awe, as if it was the greatest thing we had ever seen.
We stepped inside, shut the door, and threw our stuff in random places. It was a large room, complete with two queen-sized beds, a fold-out couch, plasma screen TV, a mini fridge, and a nice bathroom. The theme in the room was neutral and not at all out-dated or overly gaudy, unlike some other rooms that I've had the displeasure of staying in.
"This is awesome!" Dad said, plopping down on one of the beds. He grabbed the remote for the TV and laid there, channel surfing. Sam looked at Dad and shook his head. Oliver went to check out what was in the mini fridge while I went into the bathroom. The shower was nice; it even had one of those special shower heads so you could change how the water poured out. I exited the bathroom, and sat down on the edge of the bed that Dad was occupying.
"Dad, is there a pool?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think so…" he answered, eyes glued to the TV; it was on what I guessed was VH1.
"Cool. Hey, Oliver, you wanna check out the pool?" I asked. Oliver looked up from the room service menu and nodded.
"Sure." he replied. So, I changed into the black and red bikini that I had brought with me, just in case there would be a pool, and Oliver put on a pair of army fatigue swim trunks. We grabbed towels from the bathroom and headed out, promising to be back before dinner.
We took the elevator down to the lobby, and found that the pool was on the same level. There were a few adults already there, and a bunch of kids ranging in age also. Oliver and I decided to sit in the Jacuzzi instead, since it was unoccupied. It was incredibly relaxing, and I liked that I was able to be alone with my boyfriend for once. Not that I minded being around Dad or Sam, but after a long road trip, we needed some alone time.
"This is nice." Oliver said quietly.
"Mm-hmm." I agreed. Oliver pulled me closer to him; I was now sitting on his lap, and the next thing I knew, we were kissing.
This vacation had definitely gotten better…and a few seconds ago, I didn't think that was possible.
Oliver cupped my face in his hands, deepening the kiss. I felt his arms encircle my waist as I ran my hands along his rock hard abs. He was fingering the top of my bikini bottoms as we continued to kiss. I grabbed his hand before he could go any further, shaking my head.
"I think we should go get ready for dinner." I suggested. He nodded, understanding.
"Okay." Oliver answered. We climbed out of the Jacuzzi, got dried off, and went back up to the room. Dad was half-asleep on a bed, and Sam was looking through a brochure on Cleveland. I retreated to the bathroom and got dressed, then Oliver changed as well. By that time, Dad was fully asleep, so I had to wake him up so we could go get something to eat.
The four of us ended up eating at a nice restaurant in downtown Cleveland. It was the first time in a long time that we didn't have dinner at a shady-looking diner, or some other fast food place. After dinner, we returned to the hotel to crash for the night.
There was a large debate on sleeping arrangements, seeing as how my boyfriend was with us. There were two, large beds, so I originally suggested that Dad and Sam take one and Oliver and I take the other. Dad didn't go for that idea, and neither did Sam. In the end, it was a very weird arrangement, if I do say so myself. Dad and I had one queen-sized bed, Sam had the other one to himself, and Oliver slept on the fold-out couch. I felt bad for him. I tried to reason with Dad (I told him repeatedly that nothing would happen.), but he seemed pretty adamant about Oliver and I not sharing the same bed.
So, I kept my mouth shut after he made the final decision, and climbed into bed. It was relatively early--only ten o'clock--but I knew we'd all need a good night's sleep before visiting the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame tomorrow.
A/N: Next chapter they visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum! Any ideas on how Dean should react once they get inside or what comments the brothers should make is appreciated 'cause I'm having a bit of writer's block with that…p.s.--My younger brother came up with the idea for the old guy in the Hummer (He is also a big fan of Supernatural), so must give him credit for it!
