When I catch up to the GPS signal, I find myself in the parking lot of the Briarwood Inn. The Impala is parked in front of the building and I can only hope that the room the boys are staying in has an empty suite next to it, or at least near by so I can keep an eye on them.
I park a few spaces down from the Impala, turn off my Camaro, and walk to the room in front of their car. Slowly, I peer inside. Dean is slouching on the bed while Sam bends over his laptop, hair falling into his eyes. They’re talking, lips moving, although I can’t hear anything they’re saying.
Satisfied, I step back, taking not of the room number: 43. I jog around to the front of the building and make my way to the front desk where an overweight man sits, looking irritated with life in general. I walk up to the desk, plastering a cheery smile on my face. He looks at me, his eyebrows flickering upwards a fraction of an inch.
“Can I help you?” He rumbles, shifting his massive frame so he’s sitting up straight, revealing a name tag that reads Jeffery.
“Hi, yes, I’d like a room for a couple of days. Forty-two or forty-four if at all possible.” I lean against the counter, my jacket falling open.
Jeffery’s eyes fall to my chest and linger there for so long I’m tempted to break the monitor of his computer over his lumpy head. Finally he looks back to the screen, tapping away at his keyboard.
“You’re in luck.” He puffs, “Forty-two is available.”
I nod at him. “Excellent, I’ll take it.” Impatiently, I hold out my hand for the keys.”
He finds the key and sets it into my hand, unnecessarily brushing me with his sweaty fingers. I throw a hundred dollar bill on the counter and walk out as fast as I can, shuddering and wiping my hand on my pants.
Once I’m back at my car, I pull out my duffle and lock everything up. I’m walking towards my room when the door to the boys’ suite flies open. I scrape my hand on the pavement and very nearly trip over myself as I duck around one side of the Impala, the nearest cover I can find. As footsteps come closer, I hope that whoever it is doesn’t plan on driving anywhere or getting anything out of the passenger side of the car.
I hunker down, nearly laying on the ground as one of the boys walks to the back of the Impala. He pops the trunk open, rummaging around inside. I hear a clunk and muttered “Dammit” in Dean’s raspy voice. After what feels like forever, the trunk closes and he disappears back inside the motel.
I rise from the ground, shaking my stinging hand as I rush to my room and hurriedly unlock the door, leaping inside. My heart thumps against my ribcage as I lean back against the closed door. The boys can’t know I’m here yet. They might just leave again and I’d like to let them finish their job first. It looks like it’s just a simple ghost job and they could use something easy like this.
The first thing I’m going to do is sleep. Sam and Dean still have to research and sleep before they start questioning people and I want to be conscious for when they actually go after the ghost.
I throw myself down on the hard mattress, wrinkling my nose at the musty scent of the bedspread. Oh well, hopefully I’ll only be here for a night or two. My eyes flicker shut and I bury my head in my arms, drifting into a deep sleep.
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