falling like the stars, sam winchester [ 3 ]

033. benny

They get to the motel, but find it empty.

"Well, that is twice that he's burned us. Shame on you." Dean tells his brother.

"Don't put this on him." Miranda frowns.

"No, no, no, no. I'm the one who said he set us up." Sam says.

"No, you said, "I wonder if Kevin is setting us up," and then you started in with the-- the techno babble. That was, like, two states ago." Dean says.

"He still called it. So, shame on you." Miranda tells Dean.

"Yeah, well, whatever." Sam says. "Either way, that's another room billed to one of Kevin's false credit IDs." Dean picks the lock on the mini bar. "And the motel ran his number today."

"Just like he actually checked in?"

"Yes."

"Kid's like Rain Man. He's like a shitty, little, credit card counting, criminal prodigy Rain Man."

"Well, he was in advanced placement."

"Shut up. When's that little idiot gonna stop running from us?"

"I don't know, Dean. I mean, you did try to kill his mother."

"I was trying to kill Crowley, okay? Who happened to be wearing Kevin's mother at the time." Dean defends. The couple give him looks. "Well, there's a difference."

Sam rolls his eyes before looking behind Dean, seeing his eldest daughter sneaking up on her uncle and rearing her arm back.

"Carly." Sam sternly calls.

The blonde pouts, trudging to the bed.

"Apparently, it's not different to Kevin. Oh, I know. Maybe because -- oh, yeah -- it's his mother." Sam states.

Dean's phone rings.

"Hold that thought. No, actually, you know what? Don't hold that thought." Dean says, answering his phone. "Hello? Hello? Uh, hang on. There's not enough bars." He walks out.

~ ~ ~

"And-- and what exactly is that supposed to mean, you've got to go?" Sam asks.

"Which words are giving you trouble?" Dean asks.

"We're on the case, remember, Dean? The-- the Winchester holy grail, "shut the gates of Hell forever" case." Sam says.

"Sure are." Dean nods. "But in order to close the Gates of Hell, we need our prophet, am I right? So, step one -- find Kevin Tran. Well, he ain't here. But he wanted us to be, which means we're probably as far away from him as he could possibly put us. So, step two -- find Kevin Tran."

"So you go dilly dally and we're stuck cleaning up your mess? Because we'd still have Kevin Tran if you weren't a little bitch." Miranda says.

"You guys mind if I take the Toblerone?" Dean asks, pointing to the mini bar. The couple both roll their eyes.

"Wait. Dean, seriously?" Sam follows him outside.

"Hey, the trail is dead, but the room is paid for." Dean says. "You got some research to do, and I got some personal shit I got to take care of. That's all."

"What does that mean? Personal?" Sam asks.

"Did you have a stroke? Vocabulary? Personal, as in my own grown up personal -- I don't know -- shit."

"Damn it--"

"What, Sam? Last I counted, you took a year off from the job. I need a day." He gets in the Impala and drives off.