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"Come on, Sammy," Dean called to his brother, as he turned off the Impala, placing the keys on his finger. His brother was leaning his head against the window. The Winchester boy was exhausted. The trials were really getting to him.
The two brothers were on their way back from Colorado, they'd found Metatron who had rescued Kevin from Crowley. Then, on their way back to the bunker, they found an injured Castiel in the middle of the road.
Now, the injured angel was in their backseat, Sam was passed out against the window, and Dean was almost asleep against the wheel. With Sam in no condition to drive, Dean found a motel in Weskan.
It was a tiny little motel near the state line, and decided they would stay there for a night, grab some breakfast in the morning, then continue on to the Bunker.
Sam groaned at Dean, lifting his head from against the window, a giant red mark on his cheek. He looked out the windshield, seeing the cheap, small sign for 'Heyl's Traveler Motel' . "Finally," he muttered to himself, stumbling out of the car, almost falling to the ground.
"Whoa there, Sleeping Beauty," Dean quickly got out of the car, his exhaustion disappearing as he ran over to Sam's side. He looked like, to put it lightly, shit. Sam's face was pale and sickly. He looked dead. Dean stared at his little brother whilst saying: "I'll go get a room, you stay here with Cas, okay?"
Sam nodded in agreement, and leaned his tall frame against the side of the Impala as Dean ventured his way to the motel lobby to go get a room.
The green eyed man walked through the front doors, keys flipping around his index finger. Seeing as how late it was, you'd think the lobby would be empty- besides the person at the counter- but it wasn't. Besides Dean and the employee, a small family was spread throughout the room.
Two girls were on the sofa, one looked to be asleep, leaning against the other. The latter was sitting down, her head against the back, looking up at the ceiling as the other girl had their head on her shoulder. The one that was asleep, had bright blonde hair whilst the one that was awake, had short brown hair. Who Dean assumed to be their parents were at the counter, quietly arguing with the employee.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't allow pets," the boy behind the counter told the girls' father sympathetically.
"Then what am I supposed to do with my dog, I can't just leave him in my car," he argued.
"I know, sir, and I'm sorry. But it's policy."
Dean walked up to the counter, glancing at the tired family. He reached into his jacket and pulled out his wallet. Flipping it open he took out twenty bucks and placed them on the counter, "Why don't you just let the dog stay, it's only for a night." Dean looked at the father for confirmation.
