Beyond the Supernatural ( Winchesters' Fanfic!)

Chapter 39

Viper's POV:

I had rode with Dean, Harley riding with Sammy, over to Greenwood. About 30 miles away from the town we started at. We went to a hotel, sat our stuff down and decided to head out to ask some questions. Dean and I headed to the hotel, where the hookers made their appearance, to ask the man some questions.

"Hi, Mr...?" I asked, holding out my hand to the blonde, round, short man standing in front of me.

"Hi! Mr.Court, but you can call me David, how can I help you?" He shook my hand, transferring looks between Dean and I.

"I'm Agent Sylas, this is my partner, Agent Clan." Dean started. "We heard about a few mishaps in the hotel a few weeks ago."

"Yes, Tragic." David looked down, shaking his head.

"Could you, maybe, run down what happened?" I asked.

"Yes, of course. A few weeks ago a man, I think his name was Cole, came in with his wife. A honeymoon vacation. They got into an argument, she stormed off. About 30 minutes later a younger female, around 22, came waltzing in. Cole and her went back, for a fun time I'm guessing. The young girl left and not 15 minutes later the man dropped dead with a heart attack. His heard beat clean out his chest." The man replied.

"Wow. Same with the other case?" Dean asked. The man just nodded.

"Guess you could call this and 'Elvis Moment'," I joked. "A real life 'Heartbreak Hotel'."

Dean looked at me with pure judgment, as did the hotel worker. I looked at Dean and shrugged, mouthing 'what?'.

"Well, thank you for your time. And be sure to inform us of anything else." Dean nodded towards the man before turning around and walking away.

"So, what's the plan now?" I questioned. A sly smile came across his face before he picked up his phone.

Harley's POV:

"What? No. Not happening." I spat into the phone.

"C'mon Harley!" Viper wined.

"No. I'm not doing that. You can forget it." I replied.

"Fine, fine. I guess more innocent people will have to perish-" she went to say.

"Alright! Okay! Fine. I'll do it." I hugged loudly, rolling my eyes. I hung up the phone to see a very distraught and confused looking Sam.

"Get dressed, we're getting married." I pointed at him.

Viper's POV:

"She agreed to it?" Dean asked eagerly.

"Yes, well after a lot of convincing of course." I replied.

Dean and I figured we could use Sam and Harley as guinea pigs on this on.

"Well, lets go drag the kids to the alter!" Dean said, hopping off the bed as I followed after him.

"You've got to be kidding me." Harley rolled her eyes as I placed white flowers in her hair.

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes. "We've gotta make it believable."

"Well can't we just, not wear this shit?" She questioned, sounding like a 5 year old. I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"C'mon, we're ready." I pulled her arm.

"Speak for yourself." She mumbled. We walked out of the gas-station bathroom to find a nervous looking Sammy standing in a tux.

"Aw, ain't you cute." I picked. Receiving an aggravated groan from Sam.

"Alright, here's the plan," Dean explained. "You two are gonna walk in all bridal style, and request the honeymoon suite. Once you get it you're going to have to fake the biggest argument, which knowing how dramatic you both are with each other, it won't be that hard." He laughed at the end.

"Now Sam," I interrupted "once Harley leaves, go to the hotel bar. A hooker should be there and she'll try to go back to your hotel room. Do it." I said, earning a grossed out look from Sam and a glare from Harley. Jealous.

"And when you get there the rest is simple." Dean stated.

"Gank her before she rips your heart out." I stated.

"Okay. Great." Sam sighed.

"No problem there." Harley rolled her eyes.

"Alrighty kiddos, see you later." I said.

"And have fun." Dean added.

"And don't forget to gank the bitch." I added on.

"We got it. We got it." Harley huffed.

Harley's POV:

Sam and I walked into the hotel, him holding me bridal style. I tried to calm the red shade my face had turned as we approached the front desk.

"Oh! Honeymoon suite I see!" The man cheered. I stifled a short laugh as Sam sat me down to fill out the papers.

"Honey," I said, grabbing Sam's arm lightly. "I'm gonna go change, okay? Meet you in the room." I kissed his cheek. My face turned red immediately, as did his.

"Sure thing, Babe." He smiled. Stifling an awkward cough as he looked down at the papers.

"Nervous huh? Honeymoons are always stressful!" I heard the man say to Sam as I walked away to the bathroom. "So, I'll just need your address and.." he started as I turned the corner into the bathroom. I tore off the dress, having my normal clothes on underneath, and shoved the dress in a trashcan towards the corner of the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and tore the flowers from my hair before walking out quietly. I started snooping around a bit, searching for any signs of sulfur, hex-bags, black smoke, anything. And found nothing out of the ordinary. Not until I found a small hole in the wall, a little bit below a painting at the end of a hallway. I walked over slowly, pressing my hands to the wall. I started to lift the corner of the painting when I felt the presence of someone behind me. I turned around to see the man from the front desk. I jumped a tad, trying to remain my composure.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He smiled at me with his hand in his pocket. I stayed silent for a moment before nodding my head in agreement. "Painting in 1917, a beautiful story behind it. But I'm sure you've heard it." He explained.

"No, no. I haven't. Not from around this town." I stated.

"Annabelle Lee and Jack Miller, met when she was around age 22. Fell head over heals in love with him and they got married. Bought this very hotel." He explained. I nodded my head, signaling for him to go on. "Then something tragic happened. Their honeymoon night actually. Jack was found in bed with a woman by the name of Clarity Eastwood. Now, Clarity never had the cleanest of reputation, but something as maniacal as adultery was unheard of in that time, in this town at least. So Annabelle killed Jack, and Clarity. Without as much as a warning. Week after that Annabelle was sentenced to death but stabbed herself in the heart the day of her judgement. Sad it is." He finished. I stood flabbergasted. "Well! I'll let you get back to the honeymoon! Breakfast is at 6:15 in the main lobby." He stated with a smile before turning and walking away. I rushed to the hotel room to find Sam.

"Well, anything?" He questioned.

"Yes, actually. Three dead people. A wife, a non loyal husband, and a common whore. All three dead. All three pretty pissed off I'm sure." I explained.

"So, are you saying we could be in the middle of a spirit-love triangle-war right now?" He questioned.

"We've dealt with crazier." I stated. Sam nodded his head.

"Guess we better start digging." Sam stated. I shook my head, grabbing my laptop out of my bag. This was gonna be one hell of a honeymoon night.