It was around 1am when the finally arrived in Jackman. Dean, sniffling the whole way, insisted that he was good to drive.
Sam volunteered to grab their room at this motel called Springvale Vista. The woman at the desk seemed a bit suspicious.
"Can I help you?" Her voice sounded like she smoked a cart of cigarettes a day.
Sam smiled briefly, "Yeah, I need a room, 2 beds."
The Cigarette lady arched an eye brow, "I only got a single."
Resisting an eye roll, Sam threw down a credit card ( the name was P. Dempsey)and waited for the keys.
Dean watched Sam check in from the safety of the car. The way Sam was holding himself, he was definitely annoyed and the lady behind the desk seemed like a bitch. Feeling like he did, Dean thought it'd be best not to be around people at the moment. He didn't feel sick, really,just...heavy. His head felt cool and swimmy. Definitely not enough to get sidelined on this potential Bigfoot hunt. He had been in worse shape before this and still made it out relatively in tact.
Entering their room, they both stared at the depressing interior and the equally depressing small full size bed. Over the years of being on the road, they had gotten used to the weird, whacked out rooms along the way. This room though? A sterile, hospital like green on the walls and it just..it just was awful and stagnant.
Sam had grabbed both their bed rolls from the car and rolled them out beside the bed. Expecting Dean to make a big deal out of this, Sam was slightly surprised when all Dean did was belly flop on top of the mattress.
Worrying again, Sam frowned. "Dean, really. Are you good?"
Silence.
"Dean."
Still quiet.
Brows cinching,Sam walked to the side of the bed and crouched down and snorted softly. Dean was already fast asleep.
Moving now to sit again the wall, Sam parked himself there and opened his laptop,thankful that this crap place had at least some decent wifi. He was going to do some more research and leg work. The more he found about these disappearances, the more likely "Bigfoot" could be ruled out and quite possibly the time they are here would be lessened.
It was nearly 4am when Sam closed his laptop,sighing. He was exhausted now and was fully planning on curling up on his "bed", but as soon as his head rested to the pillow he saw a sight that shook him wide awake.
Dean had rose from the bed, but he was rigid. As if he was in a trance. Sam stood and hurried over, suddenly remember the time last year with that Werther Box. "Dean?" he started cautiously. Dean's eyes were open but unseeing, staring out the window that faced the dark woods.
Sam moved in front of him,hoping that whatever was going on would be broken, but no luck. Gripping Dean's shoulders, Sam tried more harshly. "Dean! Hey ..snap out of it man." Eyes widening, Sam realized that Dean was holding his breath. Reaching over to turn on the light,Sam again assessed his brother's odd state. Brain going a hundred miles an hour, through ever possible curse, deity and monster he could think of, he came up empty.
Blood was trickling from Dean's nose now,eyes wide and unseeing.
"Sorry for this Dean.." Sam said and raised his fist and threw it across his brothers face,not putting all his weight behind it though. He only wanted to shake Dean from his trance, not hurt him. It worked. Dean gasped out,having landed awkwardly against the bed. Looking lost for a moment,Dean found what he was looking for. "Sam,what the hell?!"
"I had to! You were totally wigging out, man." Sam heaved out,moving to again asses Dean for any ..well,for anything out of the ordinary. Dean grumbled and shoved Sam's pawing hands away.
"Dude,stop. I'm good."
Sam looked at him incredulously,"You were just standing there Dean. Not responsive. You're not 'good'." his voice was in between worry and agitation. Dean adjusted himself to be more comfortable against the head board.
"I don't remember anything except falling asleep, " Dean started,then seeing doubt on Sam's worried face he added, "I swear, Sammy. "
The sincerity was legitimate. Dean really had no memory of trancing out like that. Which worried Sam more.
"Ahh crap." Dean mumbled out next after a few minutes of silence.
"What is it?"
"I got blood on my new shirt."