Bubblegum and Blood Roses ● Supernatural FanFic {𝔾𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝}

Chapter 4: 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕚-𝔾𝕠𝕕

Robertsville, Ohio

Out of all the motels Cansas has ever stayed at, the Breakwater Motel was the shittest of them all. There was mold in the corners and on the ceilings, weird stains on the floor, a pool that looked like someone might have died in it, and the whole building looked like it would fall in on itself if the wind blew just right. 

Cansas didn't know if she could go through with it, staying here. But apparently, this was where William was staying so she just had to suck it up.

She had read over what Bobby had sent, double-checking this was the right motel. It was and Cansas easily found the room William was staying in. She knocked on the door a few times before taking a small step back.

The first thing she noticed was how quiet it was in the room. Cansas knew he was here, at least, he hadn't taken his car anywhere. The green jeep sat in the parking lot, covered in a few layers of snow. She found this a bit strange. She didn't know many people who would walk around in the freezing cold when they had a perfectly good car they could drive around in.

The second thing Cansas noticed was the smell. It wafted from his room like a nauseating wave of nastiness. Her brain instantly identified the smell as one coming from a dead body--She'd know that scent anywhere...but her heart told her it had to just be the motel. Decay can smell like...that too. 

Cansas really, really didn't want to open this door and find William's dead body laying there. It was too early in the morning for that. Her stomach was still feeling queasy from last 

She knocked on the door again, a bit harder this time. "William. It's Cansas--Walker. Bobby sent me to check on you--help you out with your case." There was silence still. No sound of a grown man moving about his room. The worst part of it was the smell remained. She knew--knew in that moment William or some poor soul's body was locked in that room. Fuck  she didn't want to deal with a body right now.

Just as she went to pull her lock pick from her pocket, the smell faded out. The smell of a rotting body shifted into that of something...sweet. Light...Like some sort of candy. Or honey. 

The door opened and she shoved her lock pick back into her pocket, a smile quickly forced to her face. William Hopper was a tall, bear-like man. He sported dark hair, brown eyes, and a beard. All in all, he had grown up just right.

"Cansas. Hell, it's been too long." His deep voice sounded as he went in for a hug. Cansas chuckled, hugging him back.

"You can say that again! How have you been?" Cansas asked, pulling away so she could look back up at him. He gave a shrug.

"As good a life like ours can give. Come in." He said moving back into his room. Cansas' mind instantly reminded her of the smell she had definitely smelt before he had opened the door. Of the way, it had been too quiet. She scanned his room as she took a step inside, William closing the door.

Like the rest of the motel, it needed a good remodeling--no, scratch that. This whole place just needed to be torn down. But besides the decaying nature of the place, William's room was pretty clean. His clothes looked to be put away, except a few articles of clothes on the ground. His bed was made and papers, books, and journals lay on the table and bed.

Another warning sign flared in her head. Dust. There was a thin layer of dust coating--well it was coating everything. Cansas said nothing of it though. Who knows what's going on with him. Bobby said he hadn't called back in a week. Maybe he's just been...out?

"So--Bobby said this case is strange?" Cansas asked, picking up one of the books sprawled on his bed. In short, it was talking about Mary Tudor or "Bloody Mary". William flopped down on the bed, dust flying upwards. He grabbed a beaten journal from behind him.