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Chapter 5: Brothers and a Hotel Bed

Dean opened up his wallet and tossed his card onto the reception desk. You and Sam stood behind him patiently waiting, all of the duffle bags in hand.

"We'll take two rooms, please. One with two doubles and one with a single." He flashed the man behind the desk a perfect toothed smile that soon faltered when the man replied.

"I'm sorry sir. We only have one room available. It has two doubles."

"Well isn't that just fan-freaking-tastic." He shook his head, looking at the ground. Dean collected a breath before looking back up at the guilt ridden man. "We'll take it."

With apprehension, you followed the boys down the cement walkway to room twenty-three. Staying in a room with the brothers that were still practically strangers unnerved you. At least staying in the bunker meant you had your own space and could get away in a moment's notice, but here, in a confined hotel room, there would be no such thing.

There was an eerie squeal when Dean pushed the door open. The room was dark and smelled of must. It was pretty typical to end up in an outdated and stale motel. For some reason, crappy motels were a staple of the hunter life. Hunters seemed to stay clear of nice hotels, and that included you. Although you truthfully wouldn't mind being able to take a step up every once in a while.

"I'll take the floor," Sam said pushing past his brother.

"No you won't, Sam," you argued. He was doing you a favor by inviting you in to live with them. There was no way he was sleeping on the floor. It wouldn't have been right.

"Y/N," he started.

"No. You boys are taking the bulk of the hunt. If I'm sluggish it won't matter as much."

"I'm not letting you sleep on the floor," he countered.

Dean groaned. "Yeah yeah," he said with the wave of his hand. "You're both saints. Sam, take the bed. Y/N, you're with me."

His words took a moment to settle in your head, but when they did you were taken aback. "Wait, what?"

"No one's sleeping on the floor," he told you. "It's gross, even for us, which leaves you the option of Sam or me. And Sammy boy takes up over half the bed."

There was no more arguing because he was right. Even for a crappy motel, this one was bad. The yellowed tan carpet had a multitude of stains that God Himself would have a hard time making clean. One spot even seemed to be tainted with blood. You hoped it was only spilled wine or grape juice.

Dean kicked off his shoes and sat with his back against the head board of the bed, TV remote in hand. Sam climbed onto his bed and unveiled his laptop for what you guessed to be more research. You stood uncomfortably by the door, shifting your weight as you contemplated what to do.

"I'm..." you trailed off as you thought of what to say. Dean and Sam glanced your way.

Sam's brows furrowed. "You okay?"

"Well, I was going to shower. And then I realized I have no clothes."

Dean pursed his lips in an attempt to hide a smile. He seemed to be contemplating something before he opened his mouth and said, "Lucky for you, I always have a bag of extra clothes in Baby." He started sliding his legs off the side of the bed and slipped his shoes on.

"Baby?" you questioned.

Sam let out a breathy laugh. "It's his car." His tone conveyed amusement at the fact that his brother called his car Baby. Dean made a childish face at Sam as he walked towards the door.

"Honestly," you said., "I'm not going to judge. She's a beautiful car."

"You're awesome," Dean called behind him as he walked out of the room.