"No, it doesn't matter, any room. Alright. Thanks, Sir", Sam removes his phone from his ear and presses the disconnect button.
That's settled then, they have a room for the night. He's not sure if Dean's gonna be happy about the type of room, it being expensive as well, but at least they have a bed. He closes the screen of his laptop and puts it away in his backpack besides his feet, then he rests his head against his seat. The green neon of the pharmacy cross up the street flickers rhythmically. Dean left the engine running and The Passenger by Iggy Pop & The Stooges is playing on Laser 101.7. Sam has the urge to change channel; Rock is more Dean's kind of thing than his. But as always, he doesn't, knowing that if he would, he'd receive a - Dude, did you change channel? – comment when his brother gets back. He closes his eyes for a moment, but makes sure he doesn't fall asleep. Man, he's so tired. He feels like he could sleep for days, but a nightmare would probably spoil his moment of rest like they have for the last month. He sighs, listening to the cars driving by and the footsteps on the sidewalk next to their parking spot. Then he looks outside, dreamy, watching people hasten to their destination. Ordinary people, men, women, children. All with a certain goal, they all seem to know where they're heading. Businesspeople in neat suits, mothers out shopping, kids hanging around after school. The lives of most of them are so simple, they don't have a clue what's really going on, what other world they're living parallel to. He remembers brief moments of the time he didn't knew, he was still a kid back then. But if he had the smallest hunch of what he knows now, he would have never begged his brother to tell him. He watches a young couple walk by, clearly in love. The guy's biggest problem; the father in law doesn't like the kid dating his daughter. Her biggest problem; she's not sure if he'll stay with her if she tells him she doesn't want to have sex yet. Minor problems, compared to staying alive while fighting demons, ghosts, shapeshifters and other supernatural creatures, trying to find their missing Dad who's probably hunting down a demon who killed their Mom and his girlfriend. He closes his eyes again and breaths out; what a wonderful world. Out of nowhere a loud bang echoes through the car. Sam almost jumps out of his skin and looks outside startled, expecting something like a car crash, but instead he sees his smirking brother with his fist still resting against the window. Sam rolls his eyes while Dean walks around the car and gets in.
"You were out, man", he grins as he opens the bag.
"No I wasn't", Sam denies. "Did you get something?"
"Vicodin", Dean shows of his meds, pops one out of the package and takes it without even drinking water to swallow it.
"Don't you need a proscription for that kind of stuff?", Sam contemplates.
"Yeah, but the pharmacist was hot", Dean grins, waving a napkin with a cell number written on it in the air.
Sam shakes his head and chuckles; typical.
"Shall I drive? I'm quite sure you're not allowed to drive a car when you had that stuff", he suggests.
Dean glares aside as if he just made the weirdest proposal ever.
"Dude, we face dead and death on weekly basics and you're worried about my driving skills after one tincy wincy Vicodin pill?", he glances in his back mirror before he turns his car back on the road.
"You've got a point", Sam admits.
"Found a place to stay?", Dean checks from his behalf.
"Yeah, some shady place downtown, close to the clinic", Sam answers.
The black Chevrolet approaches traffic lights on the corner of S. Broadway and 2nd Street SW, as Dean looks aside at his brother, his left hand resting on the wheel.
"Where to?"
"Take a right here, then the second right and a final fifth left. It's not that far", Sam explains.
Dean does as told, but glares at Sam for a moment after he accelerates and makes the turn.
"What are you? A psychic extended with GPS?", he chuckles.
"It surprises me that you know that word", Sam bounces back, pretending to be surprised.
"Shut up, geek", Dean cuts off with a slight grin.
Not even five minutes later, they park the car in a small parking lot, next to a three story red brick building what seems to have been a warehouse once. Now purple neon light flickers above the entrance: Deep Purple Inn.
"If the place is as good as the music, this is gonna be a hell of a stay", Dean comments satisfied, glancing through the windshield.
"I though you just needed some sleep?", Sam refers while he gets out and looks over the top of the car.
"I still do, but Stacy gets off at nine", Dean closes the door with a smirk on his face.
"Stacy?", Sam asks puzzled.
"Keep up, man. Vicodin-girl!", his brother tips, pretending to be annoyed as he picks up the pharmacy bag from the back seat.
"Right, and your point?", Sam asks.
He looks aside at his brother while they enter the motel. The Inn is well decorated, not surprisingly with purple as the main theme. The retro styled place is young and fresh, completely opposite of what the Deep Purple Inn looks from the outside, except for the neon lights of course.
"My point is that while you are out checking on Zoë, I'm gonna have some fun", Dean clears up.
He leans his left arm on the counter, smiles and raises his brows as his eyes sparkle; seems like he's gonna get lucky tonight.
"Can I help you guys?"
A young punk, probably in his mid twenties turns his office chair and faces the brothers. He's wearing casual clothing with a gillette, his black hair is spiked with shiny gel.
"Yeah, we just called in for a room. Is it still open?", Sam checks.
"You probably talked to my manager, but yeah", he nods. "We have a room left".
"We'll take it", Sam decides as he slips a creditcard.
The guy behind the counter gets up and takes the card. Impatiently Sam checks his phone for the time; it's 4 PM. Zoë's meeting Terry Cliffer in an hour and a half and he wants to be there before she does. His brother on the other hand already seems to have forgotten about his argument with their fellow hunter, as he steals his fifth caramel toffee from the counter, puts it in his mouth and looks around if no one saw it.
"So, you just drove back in from Canada or somethin'?", the counter guy asks, as he passes the card back to Sam.
"Beg pardon?", he asks puzzled.
The young guy captures Dean's attention as well, who has about the same facial expression on his face as Sam, only he is having some difficulty chewing his toffee. They won't receive an answer through, at least not a direct one.
"Here you go", the young guy puts a gift basket rapped up in glittery transparent paper on the counter.
He places the key of room 301 next to it as Sam reads the card which says: Just married. Dean frowns when he detects a pair of handcuffs inside, upholstered with purple fluffy fur.
"What is this?", Sam looks from the gift basket to the guy behind the counter, a bit shocked.
"You just got married, right?", the counter guy checks.
Dean chokes in his toffee and coughs as the youngest of the Winchester stares from one to the other flabbergasted. What did he just say?
"Dude! We're brothers!", Dean corrects with raspy voice.
"Is that legal these days?", the young guy returns disgusted.
"What? Ew, no. We're not married, we just want a place to spend the night", Sam clears up.
"Nice going, Sam. That sounded even more gross", the oldest of the two comments.
"You do know you rented the bridal suite, Mr. Gillan?", he now carefully asks, reading the false name from the screen which he just got from Sam's credit card.
"You rented the bridal suite?", Dean cries out.
"It was the only room I could find", Sam answers.
"He rented the bridal suite", Dean rolls his eyes and turns around.
"You brothers still want it?", the guy behind the counter makes sure with a tone, clearly not impressed by all the fuss.
Sam waits for Dean to approve, it doesn't take long before he sighs, signaling that they still want it. Sam takes the key and is followed by Dean, who snatches the gift basket of the counter as he walks by. When he receives a questioning look from the counter guy, he turns around to face him.
"I'm expecting company later this evening. Might be needing those", he points out the handcuffs in the goody bag. "Her name is Stacy somethin'. Make sure she gets in".
"Sure will", he promises with a light nod.
While shaking his head he catches up with Sam, who's waiting for him at the staircase. He glares at the gift basket and back at Dean, wondering what on earth he would want with that.
"Don't worry, it's for Stacy. Not for you, sweety pie", Dean muddles, as he begins his climb to the third floor.
Sam chuckles, he almost forgot about that. Strange enough, Dean isn't all happy with the fact that he has a cute pharmacist over for the evening, but is still bugged about them being called gay.
"Can you believe that guy?", his elder brother continues.
Dean turns around at the top of the stairs and looks down on Sam.
"Come on, do I look gay to you?"
Sam halts and looks up, he can't help it to smile. Although Dean does his best to be all manly and tough, the thatched basket hanging from his arm gives a different idea. Dean notices Sam's glare at the basket, rolls his eyes and moves on, mumbling "don't answer that". A few stairs later, they arrive at room 301. Sam turns the key and opens the door, revealing the room for Dean. He lifts his eyebrows as his brother switches on the lights and walks into the room. Purple. The walls, the carpet, the sheets, the doors, everything is colored in different shades of purple. Several spotlights look down at them from the ceiling like tentacles of an octopus, abstract paintings with purple accents decorate the wall. The only thing that isn't painted that color is the ceiling, which is in fact a giant mirror. The bedposts are made of steel and reach up to the ceiling and seem to go on into their reflection. Small cushions are carefully made up on the bedspread. Dean sets the basket down on the main table near the window, checks out the ceiling, the huge bed and it's poles, imagining what he could see Stacy do hanging from on or with those and grins.
"This is awesome", he concludes.
"There's only one bed", Sam notices.
"Hey Einstein, it's a bridal suite. Not sure what you had in mind for your wedding night, but if you were thinking separate beds, you have a problem", Dean laughs, walking up to the bed.
There's no clever answer following up and Dean looks aside, apparently he was expecting one from Sam. When he sees his brother's face, he realizes he just hit his weak spot. His smile disappears, Sam probably pictured his wedding night already, since Jessica was his longtime girlfriend. Not that he had asked her to marry him yet, but he knows Sam, he pictures his future. This might have slipped his mind once or twice.
"Sorry man", Dean apologizes. "But now that we started on that subject; you don't sleep, right?"
Sam closes the door behind them and turns at his brother. He decides to let it go.
"Right, not much anyway", he answers hesitating, not sure where Dean is going.
"Good, then I'll take this baby", Dean sighs and falls down on the king size bed.
As he lands, a splashing sound comes from inside the mattress as Dean bounces up and down as if he's riding small waves in a pool. His eyes light up as the eyes of a kid would do; it's a waterbed.
"This is epic!", he cries out, rocking the bed.
Sam chuckles and shakes his head, as Dean folds his hands behind his head and closes his eyes.
"So, what are your plans for tonight?", he asks his younger brother.
Sam checks his watch; it's 4:15. Zoë will be at the bar probably in an hour or so.
"See how that conversation goes, check on Cliffer's place maybe, it depends", he tells, still considering his thoughts.
"Whatever, as long as you stay out, I'm good", Dean mumbles.
As Dean falls asleep, Sam takes out his laptop and plugs it in. He decides to leave at 4:30, that gives him fifteen minutes to crack the Rochester website he was working on earlier. If he can get his hands on some recent blueprints and satellite photo's, he could find a patron that isn't visible on the older maps. He opens a few programs on his laptop and after a bit of work, he manages to get into the back of the website. Just before 4:30, he double clicks the button 'download' and his computer starts downloading a zipfile which should contain the newest information about the area. That should do it, but for now, he will make sure Zoë's alright. Why? He's not exactly sure, but he has a feeling he should. He mistrusted that 'feminine intuition crap' – as Dean likes to call it – before and Jessica ended up dead because of that. A hard lesson to learn and although Zoë isn't nearly as important to him as Jess, there's something about her that feels familiar, that he needs to protect. He gets up from his chair and walks to the door. Before he leaves, he glances at the bed. Dean is fast asleep and as Zo said, he would need to set off a bomb to wake him up. Sam's not sure where he will stay tonight, but he can worry about that later. For now, he has some business to take care off. He leaves the room, closes the door behind him and heads off.