Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do not own Dean or Sam Winchester, I am just not clever enough to create them.

A/N: Well this is the first chapter, the other one was the prologue I didn't expect to update this so soon, but I had a slow day, and decided to write it. I also want to thank my beta, Lindsay for her amazing work.And nowhere's Chapter 1.

Garland, Texas

July, 2006

"Dean, can we stop now? I'm hungry and we've been driving for over six hours!" Sam Winchester suggested to his older brother.

"Can't you wait till the next town? Nothing's here," Dean answered. He spied a quick look at Sam while driving and saw Sam glaring at him. "Fine! We'll stop at the next motel."

After turning down the next road and pulling into a shabby looking motel, Dean turned off the car.

"I'll get the ro-" Dean started before he was interrupted.

"No. I'll get the room, and you can grab the bags," Sam said while walking towards the office quickly.

"Bastard," Dean muttered while grabbing the laptop and a bag with an assortment of guns, holy water, and salt. He also grabbed a bag with their small selection of clothes in it.

When Sam finally came back Dean was waiting, leaning against the hood of the Impala, with the bags beside him.

"Took you long enough, Sammy. Was there a line?" Dean asked sarcastically, eyeing the vacant parking lot.

"Oh, very funny. No, he was just very uncooperative. Oh well, we have Room 13," Sam stated in a bored fashion. "And for your information, my name hasn't been Sammy since I was ten or so. It's Sam."

"Whatever, Sammy. Are you going to be scared tonight having to sleep in unlucky Room 13?" Dean laughed.

Sam hit Dean in the arm, hard, before he turned and walked to their room, leaving Dean to carry their bags. When he unlocked the door, Sam was repulsed by the sight.

"Dean, why did you have to pick this motel?" Sam asked disgusted.

The walls were yellow with brown stains everywhere and the paint was peeling off. There was only one queen sized bed and a couch. The table looked ready to collapse and the bathroom door had broken off the top hinge.

"I call the bed!" Dean said quickly, rushing towards it like a child. Sam had to smile at his antics because you don't see Dean like that often. Especially after this last gig where Sam almost killed his older brother in the Roosevelt Asylum. Sam wouldn't have been able to forgive himself if he had. He was still trying to forget the fact that he shot Dean with rock salt, even if he was under Dr. Ellicott's influence. Dean had told him to forget about it, and it seemed to Sam that he had already.

"SAM!" Dean said loudly, looking at his younger brother concerned. He hoped he wasn't having another vision.

"What Dean?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"Because I just said your name like three times and you just had this spaced out look, until you snapped out of it. So, no vision?"

"No vision. I was just thinking, something you should try sometime. It might help."

"Clever, very clever. While we're at it, anything else?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"Since we're here the night, we might as well see if there is anything around that needs to be sent back to hell."

"Yeah, you get right on that. I'm going for food. What do you want?"

"Burger, fries, the usual."

After Dean left, Sam grabbed the laptop and placed it down carefully on the table. The table creaked, but stayed standing. Sam did a search on the web for any weird occurrences in Garland, Texas. Nothing caught his eye, so he shut off the laptop. Sam yawned and got off the chair and landed on the bed. He slept about half an hour when Dean came back and woke him up.

"Off my bed! You get the couch. Oh, and here's your burger and fries."

Sam reluctantly got off the bed and looked at the clock.

"How long does it take to order food, Dean? You were gone for an hour," Sam said while munching on a fry.

"Well it depends on the circumstances. When there are two single ladies who talk to you, well it might take a while. But I cut the conversation short by asking them out," Dean smiled, happy with himself.

"Dean, it's a little hard to take two girls out on a date and both of them going home happy."

"Little brother, there are some things you need to know about double dating. Two girls, and there's two of us. Does that make sense to you now?"

"You asked someone out for me? Someone I don't even know? Without asking me, Dean?"

"They're called blind dates, Sammy. Jeez! I thought you'd appreciate it. I did take your advice for once, to actually think, and wound up with two chicks for tonight. We're meeting up with them at the bar at nine. You'd better be ready, or I will go out with both of them, with both of them going home happy. Savvy?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Good! Now that it's settled, I'm going for a shower and you should take one too."

Dean grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom. When he closed the door as best he could, he turned to look at Sam through the gap that remained.

"No peeking, okay?" He said then moved out of sight.

"Bastard," Sam muttered while shaking his head and moving back to the bed to wait for the shower.

End Note: Wow. I wrote this a lot quicker than I thought I would. You better be happy! Anyways, you all know the drill. There is that little blueish purple button on the bottom left corner of your screen. Press it and write me a lovely review. Constructive critism is welcome, and also just a short congrats. It would be very nice to hear in deatil though what you thought of the first official chapter of my first Supernatrual fic. I hope it does justice to the show! I will try to have another update up as fast as this one.

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