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EPILOGUE
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Pyerpoint Inn, Cornwall, Connecticut
In the hotel room, after Sam comments on the deaths that occurred in the place, Dean interrupts. Again the same subject he dislikes:
"Of course, the most troubling question is, why do these people assume we're gay?"
Sam looks up calmly. "Well, you are kind of butch. But I think you're overcompensating."
Dean forces a smile, confused and embarrassed, not knowing exactly what to say. Then just concludes. "Right."
In the hallway on the way towards the private room of the owner, Sam notices a vase. With the same quincunx pattern they saw on the skull at the entrance of the hotel. "Hey. Look at that."
"More Hoodoo." Dean says, but keeps conclusions for later. The brothers knock on the door of Mrs. Susan Thompson, slightly hesitant because the 'Private' warning on the porch. The hotel owner appears solicitous, promptly.
"Hi. Everything okay with your room?"
The brothers cannot avoid the classic unison: "Yeah, yeah. Everything's great. "
"Good."The owner of the hotel notices that Dean keeps giving glances into the room behind her back, while the younger seems a bit nervous. "Well, I was just in the middle of packing, so…"
They knew that when the Pyerpoint Inn got sold, something that the owner seemed to want to do soon, the family would leave. But the case of mysterious deaths still needed to be investigated and the best way to start it was to question the owner. Although they had gotten a nice surprise of a dress hanging in the room in which they were staying. Dean had, at least.
But now Dean sees something behind the woman which leads him to forego a smile immediately:
"Hey, are those antique dolls? Cause this one here… he's got a major doll collection back home. Don't you? Huh?"
Sam caught by surprise, cannot avoid becoming flustered. Damn Dean!
"Big time." Sam says grudgingly.
"Big time." Dean smiles suggestively to Sam and then to the hotel owner. "You think we could come in and take a look?"
The woman is embarrassed, and reluctant:
"I don't know."
"Please?" Dean insists with his best smile. "I mean, he loves them. He's not gonna tell you this, but he's always dressing them up in these little, tiny outfits, and you'd make his day. She would, huh? Huh? "he turns to the youngest, who is so embarrassed he does not know how to act. He only agrees, mortified:
"It's true."
Dean does not hide his grin.
END
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Much less the epilogue scene, taken from the episode Playthings, season 2. I didn't alter anything of the scene, however.
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