Castiel trusted Sam with his life, so when Sam started again on the empty, dark freeway, he let him eat while he was driving. Sam didn't toss anything out of the open window, which Cas was glad for. Sam inhaled one of the burgers and asked again if Cas wanted one. He denied the offer of food, again. Sam picked up one of the strawberry milkshakes and pushed it into Cas's hands.
"I got this one for you. I'm not taking no for an answer this time." Castiel still tried to object but Sam wouldn't let him.
"Sam... this is a milkshake."
Sam glanced at Castiel and back to the highway.
"Cas, we are NOT starting this again. The only boy that's been brought to this yard is me, so I think your going to be safe. Now drink it, before it gets all warm and slimy.
Castiel drank it slowly, and they continued the ride in silence.
Sam drove the entire seven hours. Only stopping for gas, bathroom breaks and drinks. When they arrived in Cleveland, he had Cas look for the park/camping site which took an extra fifteen minutes. When they did find it, Sam decided to crash for a while.
They pulled onto Pearl Road, and parked in the vacant lot of the motel called Oakpark Motel. Sam was about to drop as he walked in. The guy behind the counter gave him a pitying look.
"Too many drinks?" He asked. Sam shook his head. "Nah. Long drive. Really long drive." Castiel nodded in agreement.
"So... what can I getcha? Two rooms? Or one room one bed?"
Sam caught what he was implying first and vigorously shook his head despite how tired he was.
"No, we're just friends on a road trip together. One room two beds please."
The man typed something into the computer that was in front of him, then nodded.
"Yep, we got a few rooms open. Floor 1, 2, or 3?"
"One." Castiel said quickly.
"Alright. That would be room 74."
The guy walked over to a board along the wall behind him, which was covered with hooks, each hook holding at least five keys each. He scanned around for a few seconds, then started to pick through some keys on a single hook near the very center of the board. He slipped one off, turning around.
"Here we go... Your key." He handed the key to Sam, who passed it to Castiel.
"I'll pay. You get the duffel bag out of the car and get settled in. I'll be there in a few minutes." Castiel left wordlessly. There was no need for words. Holding the key tightly in his hand, he pushed open the glass door, walking back over to the black Impala. He opened the back, drivers side door, and pulled the duffel bag out. Lugging it over his shoulder, he walked back into the hotel, barely glancing at Sam before making his way down to the hall to room 74.
'Holy crap that guys talks a lot.' Sam thought, making his way down the hallway Cas went through. He was just about to open the door that said 74 at the top when it opened for him, and Cas beckoned him in. Sam walked in and flopped down on the bed closest to him.
"I'll do some more research in the morning. Right now, I need sleep." Sam said, sighing heavily with exhaustion. He sat up again and yawned. Leaning foreword, he untied both of his shoes, taking them off along with his socks, and setting his shoes neatly at the foot of the bed. He folded his socks and put them on the nightstand next to his bed. Next was his shirt. He pulled it off, not caring if Cas was watching. He also folded that neatly and put it next to his socks. He stood up, walking to the other side of the room where a table stood, with the duffel bag on it. He unzipped it, searching through the bag for his laptop. Sam frowned. "Did I forget my laptop? I could've sworn I put it in here." He continued to look through the bag when Castiel said,
"Yes, you forgot it. But I figured you would probably need it, so as we were leaving I grabbed it for you."
Sam blinked. "Oh. Thanks."
Castiel pulled the laptop out of one of the large pockets in his trench coat. Walking over to Sam, he set the laptop down on the table. Sam picked it up, walking back over to the nightstand, and put it underneath his shirt. He slid onto the bed, pulling the blanket over him.
"Goodnight Cas." Sam rolled over, having heard Castiels goodnight, and leaned over, turning his lamp off. Sleep seemed to come much easier that night for him. No nightmares, just restful sleep.

Hellur. Me again. I've never been in a motel before, so sorry if the description isn't very accurate. Well, tell me what you like and dislike. And if I can improve. Please and thank you.

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