"Hey Sammy?" Dean looked to his younger brother. They were driving in Bayport, heading to the nearest motel to stay the night.
"Yeah?" Sam looked over to where his brother was driving.
"I was thinking; maybe we could stick around for a while…" Dean stated as they pulled into the parking lot of the motel. He turned off the engine. "What do you think?"
"Dean, are you wanting to stay here just so you can hook up with that girl?" Sam frowned as he watched his brother undo his seatbelt.
"What?" Dean got out of the car with his brother following suit. "No! Why would you think that?" He seemed genuinely hurt. But Sam knew his brother well enough to know that he was faking.
"Stay here." Dean went to check in leaving his brother with his thoughts. He came back a few moments later, room key in hand. "Well this place is at least nicer then the last."
"Dean, I don't want to stay here. I want to get back to Dad. Back to school." Sam looked at his brother with big, puppy-dog-eyes. The gesture usually worked on the elder Winchester every time, but this time, they didn't seem to work their magic.
Dean sighed irately, "C'mon, Sammy. You're acting as if staying here is a crime." He rolled his eyes and went to the trunk to retrieve their bags.
"But-"Sam tried to reason with him. "Didn't you hear her? She's Frank's girlfriend. Are you really going to try to steal Frank's girl after he helped us?"
"I'm not stealing anyone's girlfriend." Dean insisted, but his voice lacked confidence.
"Yeah okay, Dean." Sam frowned, grabbed his bag out of the trunk, and walked to their room. Dean followed close behind and unlocked the door with the key. But before he could get in the room Sam stopped him. "Dean, please?"
Dean only glanced at him before pushing the door open and entering the motel room. He sighed and threw the room keys on a nearby desk, taking his bag with him as he surveyed the bathroom. "All clean." He soon returned with a satisfied look on his face. "No rats, no bugs, and the people who own this place were fair enough." He tossed his bag on the bed, before noticing that Sam still stood in the doorway.
"Dean?" Sam gave his best puppy-dog-face again; hoping that this time it would work. "Please. I have a test when I get back. I have to study. Can't we leave here tomorrow?"
"You can study here." Dean threw back the comforter and checked the mattress. The look on his face let Sam know he found no error here either.
"Yeah I would—" Sam stepped into the room, his eyes narrowing. "But you wouldn't let me bring my books. Thought they would just weigh us down."
"Oh yeah." Dean laughed absentmindedly. "Oh well."
"Dean!" Sam yelled at his brother. He finally walked inside the room and placed his bag on the bed farthest from the door.
"Chill, Sammy. We won't be staying long. Maybe about a week... or two."
"Two weeks, Dean?" Sam stared at his brother in disbelief. "The test will over by then. And Dad would kill you for keeping me outta school for that long, just to hook up with some girl..."
"She's not just any girl." Dean hastily defended himself. "Besides, if I play my cards right, we can be leaving in a couple of days."
"Dean," Sam started but Dean shot him a look that told him not to question him further. "Fine, Dean. A few days."
"Good, now get ready and get some rest." Dean smiled victoriously and rummaged in his bag for his toothbrush and paste. He headed for the bathroom and shut the door, leaving Sam alone in the bedroom.
Sam sighed. He sat on the bed waiting for his brother, reflecting on their recent argument. Why is it that we always do what he wants? Sam thought. I have a duty to myself to go to school and all Dean can think about is some stupid girl. He zipped open his bag and began to rummage around inside for his own toothbrush. A loud noise form the bathroom suddenly caught his attention.
"Dean?" What was going on?" Sam walked over to the bathroom door and knocked. "Dean? Are you okay?" There was no answer. Sam began to worry. "D-Dean?" He turned the handle of the door to find it unlocked. "Dean. I'm coming in, alright?" He opened the door to find the room empty. Dean's toothbrush and paste lay still on the counter, but Dean was nowhere to be found.
"Dean!"
A/N: So where is Dean? Is Sam going to be able to find his brother? Who knows? Let us know what you think. Sorry it is so short. But we felt it had to be that way. Don't worry the Hardy's will be back before you know it. We hope you liked it! You know the rules. I need at least two reviews letting us know what you think before I put the next one up!
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