Due to the problems with Fan Fiction I've decided to add a few chapters that would have been added over the time it's been off. So here goes. :D

Chapter 6:

The burger Dean had just polished off had been humungous; he'd polished off large fries and a large coke.

He burped silently, 'Yo Sammy toss us some gum.'

They had nearly arrived at the hotel and Dean was keen to make a good impression and extra onions hadn't helped, 'So what are we today?'

Sam muttered as he stuffed notes back into the journal.

'Well we definitely aren't going to be antiquing.' Dean and Sam had been called many things in their time but the worst was being asked if they were antiquing.

The owner of a previous hotel thought they were gay and Dean seriously wasn't pleased about it. Sam had called him butch and Dean really hadn't appreciated that either.

Snorting Sam laughed out loud, 'No we won't be antiquing.'

Dean silently fumed as he gunned the Impala's engine and chewed his gum.

Flicking on the radio he tapped along to Boston thinking about putting itching powder into Sam's underwear again just for the fun of it when he saw the turning for the hotel.

The drive was long until they hit the large white building. 'Wow!' They muttered almost in sync. The place was huge.

'Did you think it was this big?' Dean mouthed as he slowed the car down.

Shaking his head Sam looked back at the map, 'No I didn't.'

Parking in a space near the entrance Dean ran his hands through his hair, 'Right well we sure are going to have a lot of fun on this hunt Sammy!'

Nodding Sam got out of the car, 'Let's see what we can do but you've got to admit we've done harder jobs Dean.'

'Way to go Captain obvious.' Grabbing a bag from the trunk he muttered softly.

Stepping through the door and holding it open for Sam Dean looked around. A short-ish brunette woman hurried towards them.

She had large blue eyes and a slim figure and her voice was soft, 'Mr Winchester?'

Dean nodded, 'Hi I'm Abby Redmond and I'm one of the managers of this hotel.

'Welcome,' she smiled widely, 'So let me sign you in and show you to your rooms.'

'Wow that's fast work. I mean anyone would think you guys were worried about business.' Her face tightened momentarily as she passed Dean the ledger. She forced the smile back to her lips but it didn't really reach her eyes.

Realising that he had made a mistake he shifted his feet and signed his name passing the book to Sam looking apologetic.

Pulling the disappointed look at Dean Sam took over as he signed his name, 'We've been to a lot of hotels in the past and none have had anyone welcome us like you did. That's what my brother meant.' Sam smiled down at her.

She smiled back her big blue eyes widened as she did and she looked more radiant, 'Well we like to welcome our guests in the correct manner. That way they do come again.' She finally took them both in.

The taller one had deep eyes with longer hair. His shoulders were broad and strong and he was handsome. His smile made her tingle.

The shorter one was stockier and his eyes green. He had spiky hair and chiselled features. They were both extremely handsome and she flushed slightly.

She remembered Pete's comment the night before she thought there could be no way they could be lovers. At least she really hoped they weren't. Especially the tall of the two.

'I'll show you to your room. It's one of the biggest rooms we have and an extremely nice view. We have breakfast available in the mornings from seven till ten and an open bar in the evening. We also have meals available in the evening.'

She led the way. Dean smirked as he watched Sam's eyes linger on her tight denim ass. She opened the door and passed Sam the key he smiled back as their fingers caressed slightly.

'There are clean towels in the bathroom and a fully stocked mini bar with complete prices on the door.'

Dean looked around the room taking it in, 'Thanks it looks great.' He was slightly annoyed the first case they had been on and it was a hotel room there were no magic fingers. He pouted slightly as he threw his bag on the floor.

It clunked loudly as the shotgun flopped to the side he looked around ignoring it hoping Abby didn't ask what it was. It was a large room that was clean and the beds were large and looked comfortable.

She smiled and headed for the door, 'Oh just to let you know any problems you can call myself or my husband Pete on the direct line, just press hash then zero.'

Smiling at Sam she headed for the door.

As soon as it closed Dean went silent as he picked up his bag he said, 'She seems nice.'

Nodding as he shrugged out of his tan jacket Sam checked his phone.

'The room seems good as well. I'm just ready for the ectoplasm to start spilling out of the shower and sinks I mean this place is just too squeaky clean. They are definitely over compensating. '

He walked into the bathroom and wrinkled his nose slightly at the smell of pine disinfectant. Picking up the shower gel he opened the lid and took a sniff. Finding it pleasant he placed it back on the side.

He waited for Sam's retort it didn't take too long to come, 'Dean it seems as though they are working hard at getting this place sorted out it's nice they actually care about their guests.'

Dean smirked at his reflection in the mirror, 'Yeah sure it's not just because you have a little crush. You're a married man Sammy boy.'

'Whatever Dean she just seems nice you know? Kind of freaked out a little bit by something but working in a hotel maybe,' he flapped his arms around and said, 'she's seen things.'

Sort of agreeing he sighed then smirked slightly, 'Possibly she has seen things but the whole staring at her ass as she walked out and took us to our room was a dead giveaway.'

Snorting at Sam's face he pulled out his EMF meter, 'So are we going for a quick wander? See if we can see anything?'

Sam nodded, 'The north side of the hotel first. It's where the first person was pushed down the stairs. '

'Right let's go.'

They meandered around the hotel scanning the place. It was hot everywhere. The meter flashed and bleeped almost around every corner.

'So are we thinking this is a minor or a major haunting now?'

'This place is alive with all sorts. I mean we aren't dealing with just poltergeists now. I guess we need to delve a little deeper.'

Passing Sam the meter he sighed.

'Well I checked a bit on the drive and well I guess there are a few strange deaths. I guess the usual. Suicide of a maid in the 40s' her fiancé got killed in France and she jumped off the roof.'

At that Dean pulled an 'eww' face, 'Yeah and a murder of some guest in the 80's in a drunken fight. '

'That's it?' Nodding Sam pocketed the EMF meter.

'I guess we are going to have to ask a few select questions,' checking his watch he noted it read twelve exactly 'to see if anyone has seen anything you know?' They turned to hear footsteps behind them.

Abby had an arm full of towels and she smiled at them both as she headed downstairs towards the hall entrance. 'She's so our in.'

Sighing Sam looked down at the floor, 'Dean she won't enjoy us asking and prying into her life. Let's ask some guests first.'

'Sam you know she just looks as though she's seen things. She definitely is hiding something.'

Heading downstairs he waited for Sam to follow, 'Look we'll ask around while we eat and then we go and make some gris gris bags and see how it goes.'

Nodding he asked, 'So you're hungry?'

'Dude I need my food. We've been using our brains all afternoon so I think we are definitely due something to take our mind off of the hunt and maybe asking some guests we'll get a few questions answered.'

Heading into the dining room Dean took a quick look around. A little old lady sat near the window. 'Bingo! Prime person who know's all and see's all.'

He smirked at his brother's expression and headed towards the table. Normally a large grin and a confident but not so overly confident you appear rude.

'Excuse me ma'am but we were just wondering if we could join you.'

Her big brown eyes looked at them through her glasses and she smiled, 'Of course. I was getting a little lonely.' She moved her knitting from the seat beside her and patted the seat.

Dean smiled as he took the seat, 'Now you aren't.'

She grinned back.