Alright, a few notes about this chapter.

1. I am in no way affiliated with the Swissotel (I'm not even sure it's spelled right) all I know is that it is, in fact, a four or five star hotel in Chicago, and it is veeeeeery expensive!

2. Unfortunately I'm not in geography at school so my map skills suck, there is a Madison street in Chicago, but I have no idea where it is, or what's on it.

3. Ok, one last thing, I totally made up the whole Cumberland warehouse thing, even though I said it's on Madison St. I really don't know if it even exists at all, but anyway this is a Fan fiction and I'm gonna milk the "fiction" part for all its worth.

Disclaimer: In case you've forgotten, I don't own any part of Supernatural, I'm just another obsessive fan…sigh

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Alright! Enough of me babblin, on to chapter 5!!!!!!!!

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Amanda and Hannah weren't the only ones deep in conversation. As soon as the Impala pulled out of the parking lot, Sam and Dean began discussing the events of the last hour.

"Whoo Sammy, that girl, Hannah is smokin'. Dean said.

"Yeah, and so is your cheek." Sam replied looking at Dean's cheek to see if there was any bruising.

"Eah, that doesn't matter now." Dean replied, smiling, "And besides, she apologized, it was cute. But enough about us, what about you and Amanda, you totally were into her."

"Um, first of all, Dean, are you going crazy? You just described someone as cute. Since when do you even use that word?"

"Since now, I can't think of a better word to describe her."

"Second," Sam continued, ignoring the comment, "I'm not as open to sharing my feelings as you are, man."

"Why? Because of Jess?"

Sam flinched, but Dean continued, "Look, dude, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't want you to turn into a hermit because of her."

Sam didn't say anything, and there was an awkward pause between the brothers.

Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel to break the silence; he thought about turning on some Rush but decided this wasn't the best time. He finally decided to ask, "So, um, where exactly are we goin'?

Sam sighed and looked at the piece of paper Amanda had given him, "The Swissotel, on Michigan Avenue, you can't miss it. Its about a 20 minute drive from here."

"Swiss Hotel, got it."

Sam didn't bother to correct Dean, he simple sat back and waited to see how his brother would find his way around Chicago.

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30 minutes later, they were wrapped up in an argument.

"Dean, what are you doing!? We've been on Michigan for half an hour and still haven't found the hotel!"

"Shut up! Its not my fault your girlfriend gives bad directions! 'You can't miss it.' What kind of direction is that?!"

"Then maybe you should stop and ask for direction, hmm?"

"Ok, you know what, fine I'll stop."

Dean jerked the Impala, angrily up near the crowded sidewalk and asked an African-American woman walking by in an Armani dress suit, leather coat, and a Coach bag under her arm.

"Excuse me, ma'am."

The woman stopped, and looked at him apprehensively, "Yes?" she replied nervously.

"Uhhh, could you tell me where the Swiss Hotel is?"

The woman relaxed a little, "Oh, you mean the Swissotel."

"That's what I said, Swiss Hotel."

"No, it's Swissotel," the woman frowned, insistently.

"Ok, fine, could you just tell me where it is, please?"

The woman now was almost laughing at him, "Boy? Where have you been? It's right there." She pointed across the road to a gigantic 30 story building.

"Oh," Dean smiled, "Thanks." He said as he rolled up the car window. He turned to Sam and glared at him, "And the whole time you knew, didn't you?"

Sam smiled, and said "Just pull in the parking lot, Dean"

As Dean struggled to park the Impala in the 12 story garage, Sam explained what they were supposed to do next, "Ok, so, we're supposed to go the receptionist in the lobby and ask for an Amy Hoffman."

"Yeah, whatever." Dean grumbled as they got out of the car and made their way toward the hotel.

Once inside Dean looked around at the expensively-mod styled lobby, "Swiss Hotel my ass," he said to himself, "this place looks about as Swiss as a hot dog."

Sam had apparently heard the comment and asked, "What were you expecting, wooden clogs and tulips?"

"And hot milkmaids." Dean said with a smirk as they reached the reception desk.

"Excuse me," Sam said to the man standing behind the counter. The man looked up, "Could you tell us where to find an, Amy Hoffman?" Sam asked.

"And you would be?" The man asked looking them up and down, they weren't exactly dressed like the people he usually saw walking into the hotel.

"We're friends coming for a visit. It's, uh, been a long time since Amy came into town."

"Mmmhmm," The man sounded annoyed and unconvinced, "I'll just give her a call and let her know you're here." He said with an extremely fake smile.

He quickly looked up the room and phone number on a computer then picked up the phone next to it and dialed.

"Hello?" they all heard an obnoxiously loud, southern accented voice say.

"Yes, Miss Hoffman, there are two, er," He paused looking Dean over, "Gentlemen, here to see you."

"Oh yes, dear, send 'em right up!" The voice said.

The man hung up the phone and said in a strained voice, "Room number 2319, the elevator is right over there."

"Thanks," Sam said in an equally jerky tone.

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"What was that guy's problem?" Dean asked as they reached the elevator.

"Welcome to the higher-class, Chicagoan attitude." A voice said from behind them. Sam and Dean turned to see Hannah standing behind them with a bag of groceries and her arms folded.

"It's about time you boys got here." She said sounding slightly annoyed.

"We got a little… lost." Dean said, "Besides, what are you doin' down here we were supposed to meet you in your hotel room."

"30 minutes ago!" Hannah added to Dean's comment. "Anyway, I had some shopping to do." She held the bag of groceries, "So," She continued, "I'd leave you two to find the room on your own, but I don't know, a big hotel like this? You might get lost, again. Follow me." She finished, and walked past them to the elevator.

"Yeah, Dean, stay close," Sam smirked, "Wouldn't want to get lost again!"

"Wouldn't wanna get lost again!" Dean said mockingly under his breath as he joined Hannah and Sam in the elevator.

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Wow two chapters in two days! I'm on a roll!

As a side note, I promise this is going somewhere! It's just taking a long time to set up.

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-until next chapter!