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...