As the figure stepped into the light, the Winchesters could see that it was just a young boy in his late teens. "I'm Norman. Norman Bates. I run the motel with my mother."
The brothers took a breath, relieved that there was nothing to be worried about.
Dean stepped forward to meet Norman. "You, uh, got any rooms available for the next few nights?"
"We do. Actually, you can take any room you like," Norman shrugged. "Come on into the office so I can get your information."
The Winchesters followed Norman into the office. As Norman rummaged around behind the counter looking for the guestbook, Dean asked, "So, it's you and your mom, huh?"
"We're very close."
"That's nice."
Norman found the guestbook and opened it up on the counter. "If you could just put your information in here. And I'll need to see an ID and credit card."
Sam and Dean each selected one of their many fake IDs and handed them to Norman, checking first to make sure which names were on them so that they would know what to write in the guestbook.
"Is it ok if we pay with cash?" Sam asked.
"Sure! How long will you be staying with us?"
"It's hard to say," Dean answered.
"We're here for work," Sam explained.
"What do you guys do?"
"Uh…" Dean hesitated, glancing at Sam. "We, uh, fix stuff."
"So…"
"Mechanics," Sam cut in quickly.
"Right, mechanics."
"Oh." Norman didn't seem suspicious.
Sam took some cash out of his wallet. "Will this at least cover us for a few nights?"
"Yeah, this'll be fine," Norman said, accepting the cash. "We'll be around to make sure you have fresh towels and everything."
"Great," Sam said.
"Did you have any room requests?"
"Wherever is fine," Dean answered.
Norman turned around and grabbed two keys off of the wall behind him. "I'll put you in rooms three and four. If you need anything before the office opens tomorrow, I'll be up in the house. Oh, and the password for the wifi is MOTHER, all caps."
"Alright, thanks Norman," Dean said as he and Sam took their respective room keys.
"No problem. Good night!"
As Norman began to lock up the office for the night, the Winchesters headed to their rooms. Dean took three and Sam took four. When he got his stuff settled, Dean headed next door to Sam's room to make a plan for the next day.
"So, the kid seemed nice."
"Yeah, he did," Sam hardly looked up.
"Can we make a plan for tomorrow?"
"I don't really know what else there is to go over. Looks like some pretty standard signs of demonic activity."
"You know it's never that simple, Sammy."
"I don't know Dean. This one might be."
"Alright. Well, I'm gonna get some rest. Standard demon case or not, we're gonna need to be ready to go tomorrow."