"Dude, back off, we were here first."
"No way man, we've been waiting here."
"We were just parking our car. We saw you guys walk in here, we were definitely here before you."
"Parking lot's not the same as the front desk."
Dean lost his patience and dropped a fist onto the desk, making the bell ding as it shook. "You know what? I don't really give a flying fuck who was where. We've had a long-ass day, you can see me and my brother need a shower, we're getting that room."
Lincoln snorted in reply.
"Hey, it's not that big a deal, why don't we just let them have it?" Michael said calmly to his brother. Lincoln continued to glare at Dean.
"No fuckin' way am I letting this kid take the last room," Lincoln growled.
"Kid?" Dean's eyes widened and he took a step forward, hands clenching into fists at his sides.
Lincoln didn't move an inch. He continued to glare down at the smaller man before him, daring him to try something.
"Dean, c'mon," Sam said in a placating tone, moving to tug on his brother's elbow. Dean shook him off and narrowed his eyes.
"Linc, we don't want to start any trouble," Michael chided. Lincoln ignored him and balled one hand into a fist to crack his knuckles.
"You really want to take a roll with me?" Dean spoke, low and threatening.
"Try me," Lincoln hissed.
"Bring it on, bitch," Dean said with a grin full of confidence, taking another step forward only to be interrupted by the motel manager.
"Alright!" the man behind the front desk finally piped up. "Alla y'all outa here!"
Both sets of brothers turned to look at the man in shock. Lincoln's hands dropped to his sides and Dean's fists unclenched.
"Wait – " Michael began, but the man shook his head and thrust a finger towards the door.
"I don't want no fightin' in my place, don't need your business, not get on out!"
Michael's mouth snapped shut and across from him Sam's jaw tightened angrily as he turned to glare at his brother.
"What?" Dean asked him innocently, throwing his arms up. "Not my fault, dude."
The four men filed out of the office, Dean grumbling about the unfairness of the manager, Lincoln nodding along sagely, Michael shaking his head and looking around them nervously, and Sam glaring at the ground, his quick, angry gait putting him several steps in front of the other three.
"I mean, come on, all we were doing was trying to settle things, not like we were gonna… kill someone or something," Dean said, waving one hand angrily through the air.
"Right," Lincoln agreed with the momentary enemy who'd suddenly become his ally.
"Maybe if you hadn't made such a scene…" Michael said quietly.
"C'mon, wasn't that big a deal," Lincoln replied flippantly, and Dean nodded in agreement.
"And now we have to find someplace else to stay tonight or sleep by the road somewhere," Michael grumbled.
"You guys don't have a car?" Dean asked. Lincoln shook his head. "You want a ride somewhere?"
Before Lincoln could open his mouth to accept, he spotted the black car from a few days ago, and both he and Michael stopped in their tracks as Dean headed over to the driver's side.
"Uh…" Lincoln mumbled.
"That's okay," Michael recovered for him, flashing a grin at the other two men. "Thanks. We can walk."