Heh, sorry about Cumberland warehouse note last chapter, for all you confused people it's coming up in this chapter!

One more thing, apologies in advance to all you Sam lovers, nothing happens I promise, we're just messing with Dean's overly-perverted mind

Love to all who read and even more to those who review!

-Enjoy!

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Chapter 6

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Moments later the elevator doors opened, revealing a long hallway. On one side, there was a lounge with couches, a Plasma TV, and an espresso machine. On the other side, there was a line of doors leading to the hotel rooms.

As Hannah led them to the door marked "2319" Sam turned to Dean and asked, "You know, Dean, would it kill us to stay in a place like this once in a while?"

"Financially speaking, yes." Dean replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "What do these rooms run, about a thousand a night?" He asked Hannah sarcastically.

"More like 400." She replied.

"Are you kidding? How do you pay for that? Cuz, ah, hunting is our day job too and the pay, sucks.

Hannah laughed, "We take a few odd jobs here and there, but its mostly photography."

"Photography?" Both brothers asked in astonishment.

"Yeah, you'd be surprised how much the smaller tabloids are willing to pay for a good "ghost" picture, even if they think the picture is fake."

"So you think is alright to snap a picture of a dead person as your exorcising them?" Dean asked.

"I never said it was morally correct, it just makes us money when we need it. Besides what do you guys do for cash, hustle pool and run credit card scams?"

Sam looked at Dean as Hannah opened the door; Dean pretended he didn't understand.

The hotel room was huge. There were 2 king sized beds, a Plasma screen TV, as well as a mini refrigerator, microwave, an expensive coffee maker, a safe and (Dean eyed the bathroom) a steam shower.

Amanda was busy typing on a laptop, but she looked up when Sam, Dean, and Hannah entered the room.

Before she could say anything, Dean said, "Let me guess, Miss Amy Hoffman?"

Amanda played along, "Why, yes sugar pie! And let me tell you, this accent is a devil to keep up!" she said in the most annoying, obnoxious southern accent she could come up with. After allowing everyone a good laugh, she turned to Hannah and asked in her regular voice, "You get the groceries?"

"Yeah, and a couple of wayward travelers." Hannah replied, putting the bag of groceries on the counter near the fridge.

"So, you two finally decided to show up." Amanda asked, closing the laptop.

"Yeah, we did" Dean answered flatly, tired of making excuses for things that weren't his fault.

"So, you wanted to talk about the case?" Sam asked politely, trying to make up for Dean's rudeness.

"Yes," Hannah said, "I have a lead."

"Um, excuse me, how did you get one and I didn't? We're practically glued together." Amanda asked, pouting slightly.

"You think that when I went to get our beers that I just asked the bartender for 4 Millers?" she smiled, "Before he got all off at me I asked him if any strangely behaved drifter had blown into town. He told me about a group of people, looked like a motorcycling gang, came in and asked for about 20 Bloody Mary's"

"Only a vampire," Dean said quietly.

Hannah cleared her throat impatiently, then continued, "Anyway, there was a girl, looked and acted like the leader, she started talking about a warehouse on Madison. I didn't get to hear anymore because this is when I discovered I forgot my I'd, and…" she drifted off, "Yeah." She finished quietly looking at Dean.

"Well that's all fine and dandy," Dean said breaking the awkward pause and, his eye contact with Hannah, "But where do we go from here?"

"Already on it." Amanda said, opening up her computer again.

Sam noticed the Ferrari label on the side, "Nice laptop." He complemented, and shifted his position on his chair to she was she was working on.

Dean, seeing the interaction between the two stood up, stretched his arms, and asked, "Hey, Hannah?" she looked up at him, "Would you like to join me for an espresso down the hall?" Dean hoped she wasn't still mad about what happened earlier.

Hannah gave him a questioning look, "But we have a coffee machine right there, and I…" she finally realized what he was suggesting, "Ohhhhhh." She glanced over Amanda who seemed lost in Sam's eyes whilst explaining some technical computer thing. Hannah then sprang up from the bed she had been using as a seat and followed Dean out of the hotel room without another word.

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Sam gazed in to Amanda's eyes and said softly, "You have the most beautiful hazel eyes I've ever seen."

Amanda smiled, and could see him leaning forward a little, she did the same. There lips were about to touch, when they both were ripped out of the moment by Dean, who decided to pop his head back in the door and say "Oh, and Sammy," they both leaned back from each other hurriedly, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"There's nothing you wouldn't do, Dean." Sam said coldly.

"Exactly," Dean said with a smile then quickly closed the door as he left.

Sam looked at Amanda apologetically, and made a mental note to himself to kill Dean later.

"It's ok," Amanda said calmly, "We should get to work anyway," but she sounded halfhearted to him.

Sam nodded in understanding then turning his attention to the laptop's screen, "So, what exactly are we looking for in these police reports?" he asked, seeing Amanda had gone to the Chicago Police Department's internet database.

"Anything that had to do with unexplainable happenings and a warehouse on Madison, I guess." She replied as she logged into the public police records and scanned the results.

Sam was the first to spot something, "What about that?" he pointed to a link entitled "Cumberland Warehouse Reports" the building address below it has Madison Avenue on it.

"That has to be it." Amanda said clicking on it. Unfortunately as soon as she clicked it, a window popped up that read, "The page requested is not available to the public, please contact CPD Chief Adam Winters for more information.

"Looks like we're out of luck," Sam said with a frustrated sigh.

"Not quite," Amanda said, typing something into the search bar. "It says here Chief Winters is on duty tomorrow morning till noon."

"Well, looks like that's where we're going tomorrow." Sam said.

Amanda got up from her chair and got something out of her backpack, "Here," she said, holding out the radio, "You can borrow this, the police radio is on channel 4, if you need to talk to us we're on channel 9"

"Why do we need to know the police's frequency?"

"In case they get another report, if you have it on that station you'll hear it too."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." Sam said as he put the radio in his duffel bag on the bed.

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Wow 3 for 3!!! I'm so proud of myself (meaning I've posted 3 chapters in 3 days!) though I'm sorry to say I'm gonna have to break my roll, tomorrow (as you may or may not know) is Christmas Eve, and my little sis's b-day so I won't be updating, and the day after is Christmas and I'm getting together with some family, and the day after me and a friend are goin shoppin all day! So if I do post it's gonna be reeeeeeally late at night.

Hoped you liked this chapter! The next one's gonna be pretty funny so until then

-Love to all

HuntressofDarkness91