Match Made In Hell (Re-Writting)

Chapter 12

We arrived at the city at the motel Dean had booked. I wasn't surprised to see that the hall was like a cowboy movie. Dean has an obsession with this kind of thing.

"All right, this is supposed to be the best room in the joint," Dean said unlocking the door and switching on the lights.  "Oh, ho! The Wild Bill suite." He added enthusiastically. Dean laughs as he looks around at all the cowboy decor, horse paintings, horns, antlers, animal heads, and photos of famous old West figures.

"Wow." Sam, Cas, and Jack were more bewildered than impressed, but Dean's having the time of his life. This was exactly what I was expecting from someone like Dean.

"Pretty cool, right? Dude! Check it out, check it out, check it out. Clay Allison – gun fighter extraordinaire, right? And, uh, Curly Bill Brocius, which – now, now, little fun fact here – was killed by Wyatt Earp himself. Not kidding. Johnny Ringo, Billy the Kid. Oh, look!" Dean started to ramble at Sam, he had this look on his face like a kid in a candy store. The same look he has when there is Pie on the fridge.

"He really likes cowboys," Jack said silently to Cas as I threw down my bag on the couch.

Deanboops a stuffed buffalo head on the nose. "Hey, big guy. How you doin'? That's... What's going on, Calamity Jane?" He speaks to the buffalo head.

"Yes. Yes, he does." Castiel agrees with Jack he knows Dean pretty well but still, this feels new to them.

"Doc Holliday! Hey-oh! This is awesome. All right, I say quick shower, steak dinner, and then tomorrow, we hit up the cemetery." Dean explains the plan to us.

"Sounds like a plan." Sam agrees and answers at the same time with me.

A set of swinging saloon doors creak as Dean goes to the bedroom and we hear him call out from the next room."Oh, yes! Stirrup hangers!" Dean says causing me to chuckle. 

"This is funny to me each time we have to do with Cowboys," I commented.

"It feels great to see Dean this happy." Sam smiles sadly at the way Dean went. I nod agreeing is foreign sometimes to see Dean smiling and excited.

"You can have the couch if you want. I don't sleep much." Jack offers to Castiel.

 "I don't sleep at all," Cas replied.

"Still can't believe you brought your own hat," Sam said to Dean while unpacking his stuff.

"Well, I can't believe you didn't," Dean said to his brother. "Even Marvy brought a hat with her," Dean added as I picked up my hat waving at Sam.

"Yeah, and I still don't understand why. You don't even like cowboy movies." Sam turned to me.

"I got to blend in Sam you are in the middle of the Wild West. Is a must to have a hat. Am I right Dean?" I said pointing at Dean and asking for him to back me up.

"She is right Sammy," Den said to Sam.

"You're in a good mood, huh?" Sam asked Dean a rhetorical question.

"Yeah. And?" Dean said it was not a big deal.

"Nothing. No, no, I-I-I just, uh... you've been having a rough go, so it's... it's good to see you smile." Sam said to Dean.

"Well, I said we needed a big win," Dean said to us.

"We got Cas back. That's a pretty damn big win." I interrupted Dean and he nodded agreeing with me.

"Yeah. Fair enough." Sam agreed.

"So what are you going to do about crazy dead witch?" Dean turned his attention to me.