CHAPTER 6
"Are you sure?" Sam asked Justine seriously as they stood near the front entrance of her house. He wanted to make sure that they were going to the right place.
"Yes. Your father phoned and told me that when…Dean got here that he should go to the motel near Angringnon. That's where he would be staying" Justine answered, looking uncomfortable with how Sam's name hadn't been mentioned by his father.
"He didn't say anything else?" Sam continued, ignoring the shaft of pain that went through him at his father's omission.
Justine shook her head, looking helplessly at the tall man in front of her. He didn't look anything like his brother. She had noticed that right away. He didn't look like his father either. Maybe he took after his mother.
Sam thanked Justine for her help and joined his brother where he waited in the car. After hearing what Justine had said, Dean had kissed her quickly on the cheek in thanks and had gone out to the Impala. Sam had wanted to double check before rushing out, but now Dean was honking the horn with impatience.
"What took you so long?" Dean bit out as Sam got in and shut the door. Dean switched into gear and took off quickly.
"Do you know the place?" Sam said, knowing that Dean hadn't wanted an answer.
"Yeah, it won't take us too long" Dean answered eagerly, throwing a grin at his brother. They were finally going to find their father. They had been searching for almost six months now, and he had begun to lose hope that his father was out there alive.
As they got on the highway to the motel Sam looked at Dean questioningly. Dean noticed and returned the look.
"How would dad know to call Justine?" Sam asked.
"It would be hard for him not to notice that I was in Montreal for five months" dean smirked. "He'd always find some reason to pop in and mooch food off of Justine. She's a hell of a cook"
"It isn't like dad to do anything but hunt or train" Sam said, surprised.
"I guess he made an exception when his son was gone for so lo…" Dean trailed off, coughing. They both knew that Sam had never been visited. "He…uh, always told everyone how you were in school and doing so well an…"
"Don't bother" Sam interrupted. "We both know that dad didn't understand me" He turned his head to look out of the window.
"That doesn't mean he wasn't proud of you" Dean said quietly. Sam glance at him, then kept looking out at the sky.
They drove the rest of the way in silence.
The Impala slid into the parking space with a large purr of its engine. Dean turned the key in the ignition and got out of the car. He and Sam walked into the building where rooms were rented. It was a small space with cheap chairs littering the floor. One small desk faced them. An old woman stood there looking at them expectantly.
Dean walked over and spoke to her in rapid French. Their conversation went on for a minute or two and Sam drifted back out of the doors. The place wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst either.
It was really two very long buildings parallel to each other; the kind of motel that is divided into rooms that open to a large parking area. The paint on the walls was a light blue and even though it was peeling in places, it lacked the graffiti that would make it rundown.
"Room 207" Dean said, coming out of the building and walking past Sam. They headed across the pavement to the other building. Stopping in front of the door marked '207' they stopped.
Dean took in a deep breath and smiled at Sam.
"Here we go" he said as he knocked.