Chapter 4: The Bar
Their room wasn't much better than the outside of the motel, in fact it was slightly worse. The paint was peeling off the walls and cockroaches crawled all over something dead in one corner. It looked slightly like a cat, but they couldn't be sure. Dean turned around to say that they had changed their minds, but the man was already gone.
"This is just great!" Dean said with disgust as he walked over to a bed. He was afraid of what he would find under the sheets, but the sheets turned out to be quite clean and the beds were water beds so they didn't have any bugs.
Dean sat down on the bed cautiously and sighed when he realized that the beds were, luckily, the cleanest things in this motel. He laid down for a minute and closed his eyes as Sam tested his bed and found it to be just fine.
"So maybe this won't be so bad." Sam said with slight unease. He looked at the dead thing in the corner. "We definitely need to clean up that mess though." They looked at each other for a moment, hoping the other would volunteer to do it.
"Rock, paper scissors?" Sam asked sitting on the edge of his bed with his fist out. Dean nodded and stuck out his own fist.
"Rock…paper… scissors…SHOOT!" Dean said watching Sam. He held out a rock and Sam held out scissors. Sam looked at the results and gulped.
"I don't suppose we could…" he began.
"Not a chance!" Dean said with a smile. He got up off the bed and grabbed some cleaning supplies from the closet and threw them to Sam. "Have fun!"
"Where are you going?" Sam asked looking at the pile of cleaning supplies in front of him.
"I'm going to go have some fun before we begin our work." he gave Sam a broad smile before waltzing out of the room with the keys to the Impala. Sam grimaced as he looked at the thing on the floor and gulped before pulling on rubber gloves and getting to work.
Dean climbed into the Impala and pulled out of the motel parking lot onto the main road. He drove down away from the small tourist section of town into the more city-like district and pulled into the first bar he could find.
While Sam was busy cleaning up the dead… thing in their room, he was going to enjoy himself a little. Maybe find himself a girl for the night. Not a hooker or anything, he didn't like hookers. He liked to earn his sex, not pay for it.
He walked into the bar and looked around before grabbing a stool next to a cute little blonde in a low cut, strapless dress. He gave her the once over before ordering a beer.
"Hey." he said with a smile. She looked at his with a small smile and gave him her own once over.
"Hey, there." she said flirtatiously, "What's a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?" She scooted a little closer to Dean and he felt a chill go down his spine.
"Just passing through." he said as his eyes slid down to the front of her dress. She slid a little closer to him and Dean felt his heart jump to his throat. "Of course by passing through I mean a couple of days at least." She gave him a small smile.
"Let's go somewhere a little more private." she said, grabbing him by the hand. Dean looked at his beer and took one last gulp before following her out of the bar.