-1They arrived at the motel in under an hour, and most of that time was divided between Sam trying to coax a response from his brother, nervously glancing at the mumbling presence in the back seat and hoping the car wouldn't cut out on them. Dean had said nothing during the short trip, Sam didn't blame him really, but he'd be damned if he was expected to be in a nice, laughing, joking mood after what had happened. Sam had seen. Not a vision, per say, but he knew that the boy was needed for something, they had to bring him along. Why? Sam wasn't sure yet, but he could feel something coming.
"We're here,' Sam said quietly, itching to get out of the car.
'Yeah - I can see that,' Dean said with indifference, unbuckling his seat belt and climbing out of the car. Sam heard him mention something about booking a room before he disappeared into the rain.
Sat in the car, Sam listened to the rain assault the roof before he turned to the boy on the backseat. 'Looks like it's me and you, kid,' Sam said quietly before getting out of the car, opening the backdoor and reaching out and taking the boy in his arms. Sam's mind was whirring again as he thought of an excuse why he had a injured, fainted minor in his arms. He'd think of something.
Walking briskly into the motel, he realised how much of a shithole, for lack of a better word, it was. It was like something you'd see in a movie, the dark, dingy ones where you've always got a murderer/rapist/molester in the room at the end of the corridor. Sam shivered slightly, partly from the rain and partly from the fact it was colder inside than it was out. Dean was standing by the counter where a grizzled man was hunched over, scowling at Sam as he arrived, squelching shoes making a mess of the tatty carpet. Dean looked over at his shoulder, nodded at Sam, and made his way towards a corridor Sam hadn't noticed before, presuming Sam would follow him. The owner of the motel's scowl hardened as Sam walked past him, the man's gaze fixed on the boy in Sam's arm. Sam paused for a moment, and let out a laugh that sounded as hollow as the Motel's income.
'My nephew's a real deep sleeper, the ride over here nearly killed him,' Sam said, the irony of this statement was almost sickening.
The man nodded gruffly, but his beady eyes were still rested on the boy. Sam didn't like the intestity of the man's gaze, so he quickly hurried after Dean, who was just entering the motel room. Following him in, Sam realised how truly right he had been about the place. The room was medium sized at best, two single beds with scratchy looking sheets on and a pile of sheets that was probably a makeshift bed in the corner adorned the room. He could see a bathroom was provided, the entry was at the left hand side of the room, but Sam wasn't eager to check it out. Shuffling further into the room, Sam lay the boy down on the nearest bed, he didn't make a sound apart from the constant murmuring he was making under his breath.
Watching him for a second, Sam was knocked back to his senses as he heard the door slam somewhere behind him, turning, he rushed back out and saw Dean stalking off.
'Dean?' He shouted after him from the threshold.
'I'm getting something to eat,' Dean replied simply before disappearing around the corner without another word.
Sam shrugged slightly, deciding to pass it off as male PMS, he couldn't think about how angry Dean was right now, he had a bigger problem. Sam closed the door quietly, although it was pointless, because right now? The boy who had been sleeping was stood up, staring at Sam with fear in his eyes.