Ch2

"Now you fellers are in room 6C, alright?" said the shaky old man from behind the counter as he pulled his 63 year old body towards the wall to get the two guys their room keys, "These dang old hips don't drag me as far as I wish they would, heh." He laughed, and grabbed the keys.

"Thank you sir," Dean said receiving the keys from 'Harry'.

"No thank you Mr. Umm Mr. Pitt, have a nice stay," he said smiling a somewhat bright for his age smile. Sam hauled up his bag, and Dean did best to do the same as they made their way out of the lobby. Once they were out the door, Sam turned to Dean.

"Brad Pitt? Where'd you cough up that one?" Sam asked as Dean looked at the hotel map, and checked the direction towards the elevator.

"Ah, I've had that old sucker. People actually believe me too, I just thought I'd get a kick outta seeing grandpa's reaction, but I don't think he noticed," Dean said sucking his teeth and walking towards the elevator.

"I don't think he could really see you," Sam said looking around Sunset Blvd. Hotel.

"That too, but hey it works every time," Dean said throwing on a smile, pressing the button for the elevator, the door opened immediately and the brothers stepped in, Sam pressing the number six on the control panel.

A dead silence fell over the brothers, and they both looked at each other throughout the corner of their eyes.

"I hate elevators," Dead said as the door opened to the sixth floor and they stepped out. Sam laughed and followed along, as they walked up to door 6C. Dean jingled the keys around a little, then sticking one in the keyhole, opening the door to the quaint hotel room, with two beds against the wall the tv against the other, and a mini fridge, bathroom, and some spare room.

"Welcome to semi home number 5476," Sam joked throwing his bag down on one of the beds, and unpacking a certain amount of clothes.

"One of many to come," Dean said plopping down on the bed left, his head buried in a pillow, as he let out a grunt of satisfaction.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty, gimme your dirty laundry, I'm making a trip," Sam said kicking one of his brother's legs that dangled off the side of the bed receiving the middle finger as a return.

"While you're out, bring in some take out. Wow that made sense, you do that and I'll see what I can find out about the murder," Dean said lazily reaching over to his bag, and sitting up, pulling out a few things that needed to be washed, and throwing them over to Sam's laundry bag.

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, make sure you actually research, alright?" Sam said grabbing the keys to Dean's car, at the sound of the jingle Dean's head sprang up.

"What are you doing?" he asked looking dead at his little brother.

"Taking the car," Sam said matter of factly.

"Woah, woah, woah... let's hold on a second. You didn't say anything about taking the car," Dean said walking over to Sam.

"Dean I don't know how far away the laundry-mat is," Sam said looking at Dean wondering what he expected him to say.

"I don't man. How about I drive you there, and then go find us some food," Dean said trying to reason. No one drives that baby but me.

"Wow, you're never gonna let me just drive that thing are you?" Sam said walking over to the door and opening it.

"Over my dead body, no one drives her but me," Dean said with a smile on his face, as he closed the door behind them.

"Now Sammy, I should be back in about a half hour, don't talk to strangers," Dean said from inside the car as Sam walked into the laundry mat, flipping him the bird behind his back. He heard Dean's laugh and the car leave the parking lot as he entered the laundry-mat. It was pretty quiet in fact, he didn't think there was anyone really there beside him and the person behind the counter.

Good, then I can have some quiet.

He walked over to two empty washers, and began to separate the colors and whites, since him and Dean have such a colorful wardrobe and all. As he was almost done he began to put the two different piles of clothes in the washer when he heard something bang from the washers across from where he was standing.

"Goddamnit," he heard someone say and a woman's head popped up with a hang attached and rubbing it. She noticed him standing there and jumped, "Oh my god. You scared the shit out of me."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, are you okay?" he laughed at her. She laughed and rolled her eyes, "Just me being clumsy, its nothing new. Sorry if I disturbed you," she said grabbing a laundry basket giving a polite smile and walking off towards the seating area. Sam couldn't help but watch her nervously hoping that she wouldn't turn around and catch him, she strode softly in a pair of plain blue jeans and a white t-shirt, with wavy dark hair that somewhat bounced when she walked. She sat down and pulled a book from her purse, and settled in her chair.

He felt like a creep watching her like that, so to take his mind off of it, he continued his laundry, once he had his laundry in the washer, he walked over to the detergent dispenser, and put in two dollars worth of quarters, each falling back into the refund slot. He kept trying though, hoping to God that the machine wasn't broken. Smacking it a couple times, he tried again, catching the attention of the woman in th lounge. She turned in her seat to see Sam by the detergent machine, pretty much going for round 2. Laughing a little she grabbed her jug of Downy, and began to walk over. She stopped a little ways away.

"The machine's broken," she said leaning against a counter top with her detergent sitting on it. He jumped and turned around, noticing her there, "Sorry, I didn't mean to... well you know."

"O-oh umm...I uh" he said trying to speak the words that he had in his mind, but his mouth had other plans, he watched her mouth turn into a smile, and she grabbed the detergent jug, and walked over to him. "You alright? Here you can use mine, Downy works better than that sucky 99 cent brand anyways, you might have your clothes end up smelling like Jasmine and Vanilla though sorry," she said smiling, and handing the jug over.

"Uh thank you, I won't use all of it, I don't have that much stuff anyways," he managed to speak, and the girl shook her head. "No no, you use as much as you need, I've got more at home," she said smiling, "Oh geeze, sorry my manners got lost, my name's Jen."

"I'm Sam, nice to meet you," he said laughing a bit and shaking her hand.

"Well, it's nice meeting you Sam. Whenever you're done with that, if there's any left I'm in the waiting area, alright?" she said still holding a genuine smile on her face, Sam once again mentally struggled to gain words that would be daring enough to pop out of his mouth.

"Yeah, I'll um I'll make sure I return it," he tried to say confidently but he had a feeling he was messing it up horribly, she laughed a little, and turned to walk back to the lounge area.

Good job Sam, you sound like a 5th grader with a crush.

Mentally scolding himself he walked back over to his washers, and started the cycle.

Walking back over to the lounge section where she had left her book, Jen sat in the same chair with a smile on her face, and continued to read it, and partially listen to the t.v. that was playing C.S.I. When she was about seven pages from where she started in her book, she heard a voice from behind her, one that keeps popping up, but its not like she minded, not in the slightest, in fact she was starting to enjoy it.

"This is for you," she heard and then saw her laundry detergent in front of her with an arm connecting to Sam's body, that held a smile on his face.

"Oh, thank you Sam," she said closing her book, and putting it back in her laundry basket along with her Downy. She then watched as Sam sat one seat over from her. She got up from her seat reaching inside the laundry basket and pulling out a sweatshirt, and began to slip it over her head, and upon lifting her arms, a part of her stomach peeked out, from under her white t shirt, and it sent an of shivers down Sam's spine, "So Sam, where are you from?" she asked finally getting it over head, and adjusting it around her waist, and sitting back down, knees to her chest. Sam cleared his throat and spoke.

"Well, me and my brother are from Kansas, but we travel around a lot, how about you?" Sam asked positioning himself so he was somewhat facing her. "Actually I grew up in New York, on Long Island, in a small town," She replied sighing.

"That's gotta be nice, right by the ocean huh?"

"Oh yeah, the summers were beautiful, you could stay at the beach all day long," she said nodding, as if she were remembering the summers. He nodded along.

"So how'd you get to Philadelphia, sounds like you didn't wanna leave," Sam asked staring straight into her brown eyes, she gave a little laugh and did the same.

"Well I kinda had to, there's was only so much of it I could take. I went to NYU, and then I came down here for a job, and I don't know, I visit when I have a break, but its just nice to be on your own you know? Oh well, what about you, what are you doing in Philly?" Jen asked shaking her head as if to forget about something, she turned to Sam.

"Me? I umm.." he struggled to think of a good job lie, or at least one that would sounds believable, "Well me and my brother Dean, we are uh..army reserves."

"Oh wow, I didn't expect that. Don't mean to get you down but you don't look as if you are in the army at all. Ha, just like normal, ugh, now I'm making you sound like an alien, but you know, you just are so mellow and calm, usually army guys are either big partiers, or just hardcore 'I'm out to protect my country' type guys. I don't know, it's nice, impressive if you will. You've beaten my stereotype," she said smiling at him. Sam laughed, and thought 'Dean would exactly be her stereotype', "What?" she laughed, "What's so funny?"

"No nothing, its just, Dean would exactly be you're stereotype idea of an army guy," Sam laughed shaking his head and looking up to her. She was always smiling, it was nice, a change from all the melancholy that's been drowning him and Dean out lately, "Really?" she asked rocking back in her chair.

"Yeah, pretty much. He's Mr. Tough Guy, or Mr. Debonair. Always pulling some kind of string," Sam said and Jen shook her head, "it's taking over, good to know there's still some good, genuinely sweet guys out there," she replied smiling over to Sam, he gave a polite smile back, but couldn't stop. It went silent for a moment that is only until Jen's stomach let out a hungry roar, and she raised her eyebrows.

"Sounds like the beast wants out of the cage," Sam said and Jen agreed, groaning. She looked outside, it wasn't really dark yet, peering her eyes over to the clock it read 8:24.

"Hey Sam, this place doesn't close for another three hours, and there's a pizzeria like two doors down, you wanna catch a bite to eat with me?" she asked standing up, and stretching her arms out. Sam stood as well, "Um yeah sure, I could use something to eat, Let's go," Jen smiled, and nodded, "Alright, I just need to drop this off in my car."

Sam nodded grabbing his empty laundry bag, and following her out the door.

"Oh, Alanna never mentioned that she had a brother," said the woman behind the counter in blue scrubs, with long black hair eyeing down Dean who stood opposite her throwing her a suave smile, she blushed a bright shade of red.

"Half brother. She was supposed to uh visit last week and she never came, when I heard I came down, with my mom, she's out in the car," he pointed towards the door, testing his facial expressions and throwing on a depressed face as if his imaginary sister really was murdered.

"I'm so sorry, here. . . she always kept a spare key just incase she lost hers," she handed him the keys from inside the drawer, and handed them to Dean, making sure her fingers grazed his.

"Thank you. Umm . . . I have no idea where her apartment is," Dean said leaning against the counter, "Do you think you could explain to me where it is?"

"Sure I'll write you down the directions, it's not too far from here," She replied, and pulled out a pen and paper.

"Thank y-" Dean didn't get to finish his suave approach due to the "Fade To Black" ringing of his phone. Giving an apologetic smile, he took out the phone and walked outside to answer the call.

"What is it Sam?" he snapped into the phone.

"Oh boy, did I interrupt something, someone sure is snappy, where are you?" he heard Sam ask and a voice in the background gave a little laugh, and Dean's eyebrows raised to himself.

"I'm at sis' old job. Who are you with Sammy?" Dean said suggestively, smiling to himself.

"Someone, look give me a call when you're on your way back," Sam said who looked up at Jen, who watched the people around the pizzeria.

"Yeahh, I'm gonna go to Lanna's apartment pick up some stuff for mom," Dean talked in his code talk right back to Sam.

"Alright, then let me know if you find anything," was the reply that came from the other line, Dean took it on himself to decide that Sam was in fact busy.

"I will, later," Dean said and hung up the phone, walking back inside to the woman at the counter who was typing away on the computer, "Sorry there hun, brother was on the phone."

"It's fine, here are the directionss," she trailed, and waited for Dean to look at the paper, there was something scribbled on the side of the directions ;

Erika

704 - 6597

Call me

"Thanks, for your help," he said giving her a wink and turning to walk away, and out of the building to the old black Impala in the parking lot.

End Ch2