The bed has a light sprinkling of blood, mostly centered around the pillow/head area of the mattress, a few outliers scattered among the hideous comforter.
Dean stands atop the bed gazing incredulously, at the bleeding ceiling.
"The ceiling is leaking blood," Dean states casually as if a bleeding tile was an everyday occurrence.
Sam clears his throat, watching his brother watch the drips of blood as they fall. The faint sounds of swarming bugs being pushed to the background as he speaks.
"Yeah, I can see that, Dean. Care to explain."
"I would if I could, man." His eyes move away from the tile and onto his brother. "I fell asleep and woke up to drops falling on me."
Dean rubs at his ears, the sound of swarming he's nearly forgotten about becoming louder.
Sam was about to respond when Dean cuts him off.
"Tell me you hear that?"
"The swarming? Can't miss it; I thought it was just me."
"Guess this means we're climbing to the roof," Sam asks, already knowing the answer.
"Bet your ass we are."
Quickly, Sam scops out the lot. The smell of death overwhelming his senses as he walks by the front office and each motel room. He finds it strange that no other motel room had any lights shining through the curtains. I wasn't long after eleven on a Saturday night, and by the number of cars in the parking lot, there should be at least seven other people staying.
He supposes one of the cars could belong to the women at the front desk, but that wouldn't explain why it was in front of the rooms. He also hadn't seen her in the office as he passed; the curtains being wide open, it was easy to tell the lights were off. She must've left for the night.
Something in Sam's gut told him to inspect the vehicle closes to their room. Sam shines his light on the dark navy car, discovering how dirty the car is appearing like it has been sitting out; Sitting out, waiting to spoil like undesirable leftovers.
Sam was eager to return to his brother after his discovery. His skin crawls as he sprints back to the door.
Dean is waiting inside, now fully dressed.
"You think anyone will hear us if we get on the roof," He asks, not wanting to have to wait longer into the night.
"Dean, I don't think anyone else is here," Sam explains.
"Oh Sammy boy, you see the cars in the parking lot? Yeah, those normally indicate that people are staying. Now, are we good to go or...," Dean talks with a less than playful smile.
"No ones in the front office, but Dean, I don't think anyone is staying here I-," Dean cut's his brother off.
"Dude, what are you talking about; you've seen the cars. Is anyone up or not?"
"Dean, not a single light is on inside any of the rooms. The car closes to our room, looks like it's been sitting for a while. Dirty, dust, leaves, and God knows what is all over the windshield. That doesn't happen overnight. There's no one in the front office, Dean. We both know there's always someone at the front desk."
"One abandoned car in the middle of nowhere isn't exactly unusual," Dean says with a sigh missing his brother's point. "And maybe they're changing shifts, which means we need to hurry this up before someone pulls up, and two grown-ass men are standing on the roof."
Dean was growing more and more impatient with his brother. All he wanted to do was climb onto the stupid roof and see who or what the fuck was there. It's late; he's tired, but he can't go to bed if the ceiling is pissing blood on him. The smell is starting to make his stomach turn, and the damn buzzing is driving him into insanity.
Quietly, Dean stands, pushing himself off the bed and onto his two feet. Without a word, he walks right past Sam.
"What are y-" Sam starts.
"I'm checking, Sam, hush."
With long strides, Dean carries himself to the closes motel to them that has a car parked outside the building. All the rooms are on the ground level, so it's not hard for anyone to make the connection. Dean brings to closed fist to the door, knocking loudly.
"Hey, you in there!"
Sam stands behind his brother, watching him as he makes a complete ass of himself. Grabbing Dean's arm, he pulls him away from the door.
"Yeah, Sammy, I don't think anyone is here," Dean informs his brother, acting as if he's sharing something unknown to Sam.
Sam looks at his brother, annoyance written all over his face.
"You think," Sam pauses. "The cars dirty," he points out like a child.
Dean shines his light on the car as his brother had done minutes before, revealing the scattered debris.
"You're right, man. Somethings not right. If others were here, they would've heard me. Hey, don't you think it's weird there are no lights outside the room? You would've had to walk back practically blind if the moon weren't so bright tonight." The weight of the darkest chills Dean to the bone.
A look at the rest of the cars and a knock on the motel doors reveal the same result, no ones here. Some vehicles didn't look like they'd been there long.
Silently the boys stare at each other, an unspoken thought past between them. That dreadful stench of rotting corpses, that blood leaking from the ceiling, these belong to those people.
Neither brother was tall enough on their own to see past the roof's edging. It's taller than any they've seen on a ground-level motel. The back of the building smelled worse than anything they'd smelt before.
"You see, the collapsable ladder screwed on to the back of the building? It doesn't seem too tall, and I think I could boost you high enough to reach it, then you can kick it down for me," Sam suggests, battling the urge to gag as the stench wrecks his stomach.
"Sounds like a plan."
"Jesus! Dean lay off the burgers," Sam grunts out as he hoists his shorter bother up.
"Lay off the burgers," He mocks back. "Not everyone likes rabbit food; you freak of nature." Dean grabs hold of the ladder and begins climbing. The smell immediately invades his nostrils more aggressively than it had before. He'd noticed that the stench become much more potent around the back of the building, but this was horrendous. It's the unmistakable smell of rot and decay, of death and dying. Both brothers can hear the sounds of flies swarming much clearer now.
Chocking back a retch, he kicks the bottom of the ladder, causing the rest of it to slide down almost to the bottom of the building but stopping short a foot or so.
"Get your ass up here," He shouts despite his whispered tone.
Dean reaches the top and swings his leg over the roofs edging before rolling himself on the roof. He covers his nose as the stench violates his very being, forcefully demanding its way into his lungs.
Seconds later, his brother appears beside him, holding out the only flashlight they have. Sam waves the flies from his face as he clicks on the flashlight, illuminating light onto probably the most horrific things the brother had both collectively seen.
Six bodies lay atop the roof. Six dead, beaten, mutilated corpses. Blood lay in various huge piles, having sat so long; the blood began to soak through the cheaply made roof. Soak through into their room, of course. Flies covered some of the bodies, laying their eggs into the wounds. Some bodies were older than others. It was made clear by the amount of rot that had begun to form. The freshest one, thrown carelessly, has a nametag attached to her shirt. It reads Amy. She's blonde and busty; Dean remembered her checking them into their room merely hours before. He tried flirting with her, but she didn't seem interested. Now she lay bloody and cold, her expression lax.
The contents of Dean's stomach give way as he begins retching up the contents of his stomach onto the roof. Sam is soon to follow.
It wasn't long after the boys climbed their way down, letting themselves drop to the ground before even being halfway down the ladder. Sam glances over, now spotting the blood on the top of the ladder. He points to the blood, "Bet that happened when they pulled the ladder back up. No way anyone could drag a body up a ladder-like this' those people had to climb up themselves. Probably held at gunpoint."
"How the hell didn't we notice something like that when we got here. That woman, the one who checked us in, is up there, Sam. No wonder why the lights in the office are off," Dean all but screams, flailing his arms around in exasperation, debating whether he should breathe through his panic or hold his breath, prolonging his time away from the stench.
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