The Haunting of Lockwood Estates | Nancy Drew x Supernatural Crossover 01

Chapter 15 - Dean

Freedom Motel

Blackridge, New Hampshire

Monday 10 March 2008

I open my eyes, and give a sigh of content. The sun shines through the crack in the crappy motel curtains, bathing the room in a soft, morning glow. Something poetic about it, the last scene in a movie, the final wrap-up before the heroes move on to their next gig.

This is the life. The life that we strive for. The momentary calm in between work, where you can bask in the glory of saving the day.

I glance over at Sam, reveling in the fact that I somehow managed to wake up before him today. He is asleep on his stomach, his long hair tangled around his face and his feet hanging off the edge of the bed. I smile. I am in a good mood. A damn good mood. We finished the job without any further problems, and I don't have to deal with too-smart-for-her-own-good Drew anymore. I'm calling that a win.

With a smirk, I roll upright and grab some fresh clothes from my bag. After quickly changing, I glance at Sam one more time before grabbing my keys and heading to the Impala. I go through the drive through at the nearby coffee shop and am back at the motel just as Sleeping Beauty is waking up.

"Good morning, Sammy!" I greet as I walk in the door.

He sits up and blinks in confusion. "Where have you been?" His voice is soft from sleep.

"I got us coffee." I hold up the cups to show him.

He scowls as I hand him his coffee. "You're in a good mood."

"Yeah, I am. We finished the job! You know what that means? No more New Hampshire, no more old, dusty mansions," I close my eyes and smile, "and no more Nancy Drew."

"You really didn't like her that much?" Sam raises an eyebrow then sips his coffee.

I shrug. "I guess she wasn't that bad."

Sam smirks at my confession.

"Don't tell her I said that." I don't want her thinking I had gone soft on her or anything. Even if I kinda did. It's not like I am going to see her again anyway. Practically Hunters' Law.

"Whatever, Dean," Sam says while setting his coffee cup down on the table. "I'll get dressed and we can leave."

"Awesome," I answer. I grab my bags from the table and bring them down to the car. I get in the driver's seat, turn on the car, and crank up the music. A few moments later Sam sits next to me on the passenger's side. He glares at the music, and I expect him to turn it down like he usually does, but he doesn't. He's only being nice because my time is almost up. It annoys me. I wish he would just treat me the same as he used to.

But...

If he isn't going to turn it down, then what's stopping me from turning it up? I crank the volume dial, giving Sam a devilish grin.

Sam glares at me. "Dean!"

"What? I can't hear you!" I say over the music, feigning innocence. Sam just rolls his eyes and looks out his window. Bitch, I think, willing him to hear it. He doesn't move. I slump a little. Whatever. At least we're leaving this dump.

We are back on the road to a new place with hopefully less pestering--but cute--P.I.'s. We quickly leave the motel but are met with heavy traffic. That's weird. We haven't encountered traffic here before. It only seems to get worse as we drive on. And then I see why. As we approach Lockwood Estates I see red and blue flashing lights. When we get closer, I see a body being pulled away into the coroner's van.