Chapter 7
After 5 minutes of ooohing and aaaahing over the car,
whilst Sam stood watching and ended up feeling like some dodgy
pervert peeping tom, Dean got the keys from his pocket and opened the
car. "So guys! Whos gonna be shotgun then now there are 3 of
us?"
Abbie and Sam looked at each other and grinned. "Abs
you can have that dubious honour today if youd like" said Sam.
"Ill try and do some research on whatever is going on in this
town and id be comfier in the back anyways"
"Thanks
Sam!" Abbie smiled, opened shotgun door and climbed in. She
noticed it smelled of a combination of fries, deodorant, leather and
that smell of man that you just cant quite put your finger on! No
smoke smell though, and for that Abbie was happy.
Dean started the
car and his current music of choice was Deep Purple. "OMG, whats
this shit!" Abbie laughed.
"Excuse me young lady?
Shit? Ill have you know this is classic stuff. And watch your mouth
by the way"
Abbie
ignored the little reprimand, but it warmed her heart all the
same.
She rifled through Deans collection, and shouted out each
artist. Sam was hysterical. "Its the greatest hits of mullet
rock Sis, youll get used to it!"
"You just shut your
piehole jerk and get busy" Dean snapped.
Abbie finished her
rifling and sniffed back her laughter tears... decided not to keep
the piss taking up. Dean really did look pissed!
"Just for
your information, I like Janis Joplin, Sheryl Crow, Lonestar..."
said Abbie.
"And you call my choice shit..." Dean
said whilst shaking his head and smirking. "Not in this baby you
dont!"
"well see" replied Abbie smiling.
"Its
better than yours anyway" Said Sam.
"PIEHOLE!"
yelled Dean
Sam
was overcome with childish giggles.
After ten minutes driving,
they came accross a decent enough looking motel. Sunnydale Gardens.
Dean parked up and out they all climbed.
Sam pushed open the
front door. A middle aged woman stood at the desk, glasses perched on
the edge of her nose, greying hair piled up in a severe bun on top of
her head. Her head snapped up at the sound of the door being opened.
"Can I help you people?"
"Yeah wed like a room
please" said Sam. What do people normally want in a motel he
thought to himself.
Ava Brown looked over the 3 youngsters
standing at her desk. Abbie was growing uncomfortable under such
scrutiny, Dean had his cocky face on, anticipating a smart ass
comment. He wasnt wrong. "2 men, 1 young gal... what the
hell do you people think im running here?"
Sam gaped,
Abbie drew in a startled breath. "What the hell do you think we
are!" she snapped back.
"How dare you speak to me in
that manner!" Ava yelled
"And how dare you make
incorrect assumptions!" Abbie yelled louder.
Sam
was amazed at their sister. She was a firebrand alright! Dean just
stood there and let her handle it, she was doing a stirling job!
Damn he was proud!
"They are my brothers, we have all just
been reunited after years of being separated, all we want is a room
so we can have a chat and get to know each other again" Abbie
even put on a wavery little voice and knuckled away a pretend
tear.
Ava Brown thought hard. "If I hear any shenanigans,
youre all out ya hear!"
a chorus "yes maams"
followed.
"I only have the one room, and it has one queensize
bed and a sofa. itll have to do"
"Well take it"
Abbie said, palming the keys quickly.
"Just so you know
Sammy, I aint sharing that damn bed with you" said Dean.
"Hey
nor do I wanna get cosy with you asshole!" laughed Sam
"Well
Im having the bed, one of you can have the sofa, and the other will
either have to bunk in with me or take the cold hard floor"
Dean and Sam looked at each other, Dean raising one brow. As they
opened the door they all looked at the floor. It was indeed shiny
cold linoleum, not in the least bit inviting. "Ill take the
sofa thanks" bagged Dean.
"Fine...
the floor looks ... fine" said Sammy
"Just so ya
know Sammy, I dont fidget much and im not a quilt hogger either"
said Abbie.
"Errr Ill remember that... and its
Sam"
"Ill remember that too Sammy"
"Sam!"
"Chill
bro!" She laughed
"Better" said Sam laughing with
her...
