Once Sam had emerged from the bathroom, Dean quickly suggested they get a bite. "Listen, Sam let's get something to eat, there's a pizza place up the street, Josephines. Jill at the front desk said the food's great."
Sam moved about the room gathering up his wallet and phone. "You mean Julie, Julie at the front desk." Sam moved to open the door and headed out into the early evening air.
Dean walked along with him, "no, the girl's name is Jill, Jill at the front desk not Julie." Dean quickened his pace, he felt hollow he was so hungry.
"Whatever, Dude just listen once we get back to the Motel we have got some serious researching to be do. I'm not planning on stepping foot inside that store again, until we have a plan." Sam said noting the Owl Motel sign as they passed by the front office. Sam could see Julie at the desk reading a magazine.
"You bethcha research all the way, yup, I am on board with that. So, um Sam I was thinking you know we're really not all that far from Atlantic City. I was thinking after this gig we could head on up that way and make some cash." Dean said gauging Sam's reaction from the corner of his eye.
Sam rolled his eyes in Dean's direction noting his older brother's begging eyes. Sam hid a smile as he pretended to think about Dean's suggestion. The longer Sam waited the bigger the puppy dog eyes that Dean flashed at him. "Yeah, hell why not, we deserve a break and God knows we could use the money."
Dean pumped a fist into the air and said "we're going to wrap this one up in no time Sam, I just know it. Before you know it we'll be waist deep in chips and chicks."
Sam rolled his eyes "waist deep in chips and chicks, that's pretty much your goal in life isn't Dean?"
"Hey, man life is for the living." Dean said punching Sam lightly on the arm, a spring in his step as he entered the pizza parlor.
"Stop it, Stop it, Dean cut it out. God you have the maturity level of a thirteen year old. Cut it Dean." Sam finally stood, using his height to try and subdue his older brother. For the last hour and a half Dean had hell bent on disturbing his brother. He had started out simply listening to the TV too loud, he had then moved on to chucking ice cubes at Sam.
Sam had reached his limit, ten minutes ago. Part of him actually felt sorry for Dean, Sam knew that he was incapable of sitting still, and after the first half hour that Sam had been researching Dean had managed to clean and restock every supply in the Impala. After that it had been all down hill.
"Dude, Sorry man I'm just bored out of my gourd. Let me do some research." Dean said as he moved to grab at the papers Sam had laid out on the table.
"No way Dean the last time I let you near my computer I was getting ads for porn sites for a month. No way are you going near my computer." Sam moved to stand in front of his laptop. He quickly shuffled some papers and handed them to Dean.
"Listen, the front office has internet access, why don't you take a couple pages and use that computer." Sam said as he settled back into his chair, intending to get some work done tonight.
Dean looked at the lists that Sam had handed him, normally he avoided research whenever possible but tonight, he really was going out of his mind sitting around. Suddenly an idea occurred to Dean. Earlier today when he had stopped at the front desk for some area info, he had met the acquaintance of a beauty named Jill, and maybe she was still on duty.
Sam watched as Dean shot him a grin and headed out the door of the room. Sam frowned as he watched how enthusiastically Dean moved towards the office. Sam moved towards the window watching Dean head across the lot, Sam suddenly noticed that Julie was covering the front desk. Sam shook his head, leave it to Dean to find a chick to flirt with while doing research.
Out of the corner of Sam's eye he saw something move in the doorway of a hotel room about five doors down. Sam's head turned in an instant, senses alert. As he turned his attention towards the shadow, he noticed the glowing red ember held in the hand of a man. Huh, thought Sam, gotta relax a little it's just a man having a cigarette before bed. Sam turned away from the window and returned to his lists.
Dean quickly made his way across the lot, he could see someone moving inside the office, he grinned and walked a little faster. As Dean walked he suddenly felt as if someone was watching him, he turned and scanned the area. Dean allowed himself to relax slightly when he spotted a grizzled old man smoking a cigarette in the doorway of his motel room.
Dean studied him for a moment before resuming his walk towards the office. As Dean entered the office, he noticed that the front desk was unoccupied. There was a bell sitting next to a note on the desk. The note simply stated that if help was needed ring the bell. Dean felt an urge to ring the bell for a moment but let it pass. He knew that he'd be here for a while, there was really no reason to disturb Jill. He was sure that he'd see her before he headed back to his room. Dean sat at the small desk in the corner and began the arduous task of tracking down the list of antiques that Sam had given him.
"Hey, there I didn't hear you come in, is there anything I can help you with?" asked a soft voice.
Dean jumped about a foot, and tried to cover the fact that a girl had just completely snuck up on the veteran hunter. He turned from the computer screen and shot, the young girl behind him his trademark grin.
"Actually, you're helping me by interrupting me; I was just thinking I could use a break." Dean leaned back in his chair and ran his eyes down the pretty girls fit body. "Jill, right?" Dean asked.
The young girl nodded slightly, a small grin on her face. "Dean, right?" she asked. She moved to the counter and quickly pulled herself up to sit on it. She gave Dean another small smile and patted the counter next to her.
Dean grinned and moved to sit on the counter next to her. For a moment they just sat in peace, relaxing in the moment. Then Jill asked "what is it you're doing?"
"Just some research for work, I'm in antiquities. My brother and I own our own company; he's playing computer hog, for the moment so I was relegated to this one. Although, I gotta say I'm now thinking I got the better end of the deal." Dean said looking at Jill from the corner of his eye.
Jill smiled softly again and said "brother huh, that's cool. I'm an only child; I always wished that I had someone you know, a brother or a sister, just someone."
Dean's face became serious as he answered "Yeah, I'd be lost without Sam.
Jill nodded not finding anything strange in the way that Dean answered. After that they continued to talk. Subjects ranging from favorite foods and which bands rocked the hardest to childhood memories.
Dean was surprised when Jill suddenly jumped down from the counter and said "this was great Dean but I really have to close up for the evening."
Dean was shocked to look down at his watch; he had been talking to Jill for over an hour. "Yeah, I have to get back before Sammy sends out the National Guard." Dean moved towards the desk and gathered up the paperwork he had been working on. "I'll see you around Jill." Dean said as he raised a hand in salute and headed out the door of the office.
Dean walked out into the cool night air. As he walked towards the room he was sharing with Sam he shot a glance towards the office and noticed that Jill was already out of sight. As he moved to open the door to his room, he again saw the man standing in the shadows a few doors down a cigarette burning in his hand.
Sam looked up as Dean entered the room; Sam's eyes were so tired from staring at the computer screen that Dean actually looked slightly blurry. Sam pressed his hand to his eyes, and waited for his eyes to adjust.
"You alright, Sam." Dean asked pausing as he headed towards the bathroom door.
"Yeah, fine just a headache." Upon seeing the concern on Dean's face Sam quickly amended. "Not like that just a regular headache." Sam leaned back in his chair, stretching his shoulders.
Dean walked into the bathroom and returned with a glass of water and a couple of aspirin. "Here you go kiddo, this'll help."
Sam accepted the pills and downed them gratefully. "So, I think I found which items could be cursed." Sam moved the file on his desk quickly rifling through, before selecting a page.
"Yeah" Dean said "It's gotta be one of the items that came from the Masters house in Framingham, Massachusetts." Dean moved to lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling hands behind his head.
Sam gawked at Dean for a moment, and then shook his head. Sam of all people should have learned by now not to underestimate his brother. He had seen on numerous occasions just how sharp Dean really was. "If you figured it out, why didn't you come back and let me know." Sam asked as he suddenly recalled just how long it had taken him to figure it out.
"Come on now Sammy, you're a big old control freak. If I had come to you a half-hour after I left here and told you what I had found you still would have spent the last three hours double checking." Dean continued to stare at the ceiling, finding it hard to push away the sleep that was starting to overcome him.
Sam saw Dean smother a yawn, and began getting ready for bed. "Well, you're right it's definitely something from the Masters house. That still leaves a list of over ninety items. Way too many to just destroy. We're going to have to narrow it down somehow."
As Sam turned off the light and slid into his own bed he noted that Dean had already, rolled over getting comfortable. Sam thought he had fallen asleep when he heard Dean's voice "Her name's, Jill Sam, Jill not Julie."