Bubblegum and Blood Roses ● Supernatural FanFic {𝔾𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝}

Chapter 7: 𝔸𝕤 ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝔸𝕤 𝔸 ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝔹𝕖

They made it to the motel Sam and Dean were staying at and though it was still a crappy motel, it was much better than the one William had been staying at. For starters, it didn't look like it was going to fall apart if the wind blew a little too hard.

Cansas parked next to Dean's baby, a sleek black Impala, careful not to get too close to her. Dean had been in love with that car for as long as she'd known him, if not longer. Cansas couldn't help but be a little in love with her too. 

She was a beauty and it was Cansas' firm belief no one could hate her.

Dean hopped out of the passenger seat as she reached into the back seat, reaching a small carry-on bag full of clothes and toiletries, as well as the small sketchbook she kept--not that she was any good an artist. It was just a hobby Cansas had picked up over the years that cleared her mind and helped her keep calm.

"I've got it," Sam spoke, a small smile on his lips before Cansas could get her hands on the bag. She sat there a bit frozen, staring up at the youngest Winchester. Has it been a while since she's dealt with a gentleman? Yes. God help her, yes. But it was a nice change of pace.

"Uh--yeah, okay." Cansas nearly jumped out of her skin when Dean knocked on the window, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"You two can look longingly into each other's eyes later. I'm starving!" Cansas threw the man the finger, earning herself a wink.

"Jackass." Sam huffed.

"What was that?" Dean called, squirting back at Sam. "I saw your lips movin'."

"Fuck off!" Sam called back to his brother. Dean only gave a mischievous laugh before walking off towards a rusted staircase. "Sorry, he's taken being an asshole up a notch."

"I can tell he's happy you're back," Cansas said as they got out of the truck, a twelve-pack of Mikes' in her hand. "He was kinda...off--when you were away. So was your dad." Cansas locked up the truck, turning to Sam who now looked troubled. "Shit--sorry."

"No, no. It's okay. It's--nice to talk about him." He said, a small smile on his lips as he swung Cansas' bag over his shoulder. She nodded, understanding.

"I'm gonna start drinking without you two," Dean called from where he stood on the steps. Sam shot him an annoyed look.

"We'll talk later, ya?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah."

"Finally. I was about to drop dead from starvation." Dean said as they began climbing up the steps after him.

Cansas followed the Winchesters through a rusting entrance and down a hallway that was stained with things she didn't want to know about. Dean unlocked a faded white door labeled '12' and they walked in.

Compared to the falling-apart motel she had just been at, this was practically new.

It still didn't cover the fact that the green paint on the walls was faded and worn from years of neglect, and there was a spot on the ceiling that looked an awful lot like mold. Besides the overall nastiness of their room, Cansas found Dean's clothes already sprawled about on his bed and floor while Sam's side of the room was pristine as usual.

"Mi casa su casa." Dean gestured towards the room as he threw open the fridge door, emerging with two beers. Cansas maneuvered herself around the man to get to the fridge before it closed fully, placing her Mikes in it. 

Their fridge was practically empty. Empty except for the numerous amount of beer. 

"How long have you two been here?" Cansas asked, closing the fridge, strawberry Mike in hand. She watched Sam shrug off his jacket, relieving a plaid overshirt that hung unbuttoned to show the gray shirt he was wearing underneath.