"Dean there's a motel," Sam pointed to it.
"So there is Sammy." Dean pulled in and parked up outside. "There aren't many here are there?" The older brother took the key out of the ignition and climbed from the car. Sam followed him out. "I'll go get us a room."
"Yeah," Sam had his laptop on the hood of the car and appeared to be researching the case.
A few minutes later Dean returned with the key. "Let's go." He got back in the car and moved it to the space outside their room.
"Ready for some motel room roulette?" Sam asked his brother.
Dean assumed the established rock, paper, scissors position. "Ready." Sam copied his brother. "1! 2! 3!" Dean pulled scissors same as always, Sam pulled rock.
"When will you learn not to use scissors?" Sam mocked his brother as Dean had a bit of a tantrum before turning to the door. He turned around, back to the door, grimaced. He put his hand on the handle and, slowly, pushed the door open. He leaned round the door and sighed in relief. There were no love hearts, no strange theme. Just two beds, an ancient TV, a door presumably leading to the bathroom and a kitchenette with a mini fridge and a microwave.
"It looks alright," Dean commented. He walked in and dumped his duffel on one of the beds.
"Yeah, it's quite a bit better than our usual actually," Sam added.
Dean flopped on the bed and groaned. "It's nothing next to my memory foam, that bed remembers me."
Sam gave his brother a 'Bitch Face'. "We can't stay in the Bunker, Dean," Sam said.
"I know that, Bitch."
"Whatever Jerk," Sam retorted. "We gonna get on with this case or are you going to sit there whining like a baby?"
"I am not whining like a baby!" Dean cried.
Sam smirked. "Yeah, you kinda are." The taller brother went to the other bed and dumped his bag on it, he pulled his laptop back out and started researching possibilities. Dean started cleaning his silver .45, that gun was always with him. If he didn't have his gun he felt naked. It was right up there with Sam and his car on his list of things he couldn't live without. Cas probably came higher than it though. In fact, Cas might know something about this case. Dean paused in his cleaning. Could he ask Cas for help? No, they'd try on their own first. They only just got here, they don't even know what they're hunting yet. Dean resumed his cleaning with thoughts of the angel mingling with thoughts of the case.
After a while Sam had come up with nothing and slammed his laptop shut in annoyance. "how about we go question some witnesses?"
"Finally!" Dean said, having finished cleaning his gun ages ago and been forced to idly flick through channels on the TV.