Epiphany - Destiel/Team Free Will

The 'Pink Fairy'

The ride there took about 3 hours, not to mention trying to find a hotel. After a 1 hour delay of missing the turns, they finally found a cheap motel with the name of 'Pink Fairy' plastered on the front roof with pink neon signs, also with a missing 'I' and 'F'. Dean had been against staying there, claiming that "This looks like a rip-off strip club name, and I don't have a issue with strip clubs- he smiled at the thought of one -believe me-" "Dean, please, I already know about your obsession with 'strip clubs ' and I don't really want to be reminded." Dean looked at Sam, thinking of a come back. " Well, Sam last time I recalled I bought you two private strippers for your birthday, and yo-" Sam glared at Dean with a warning look in his eyes that he's not in the mood for a argument. Dean backed off, going inside to buy their room after closing the door quite loudly. Sam shrugged it off as just a little 'brotherly love' and went on to getting their bags out.

        Deans POV.

I waited until I was away from Sam to start lightly smiling to myself. Quite frankly, I think Sam just glaring at me once is enough to shut me the hell up. I wouldn't ever actually admit it, but since Sam had been getting a little extra kick out of that demon blood, I haven't exactly been to eager to piss him off. I know that he's not drinking it anymore but he did keep the muscles. Which honestly might make me a little jealous. I said might. 

I marched up to the deep brown front door, which really doesn't look good with this 'Pink Fairy ' theme going on here. I still think it's tacky but we need a place to sleep- which I don't mind sleeping in my Baby of course- but we've had worse. I think. The bell inside the door went off, causing a obnoxious loud ding to echo throughout the tiny office. The place was well lit, with overly flower designs on the makeshift chairs, the actual desk was a deep brown similar to the door. This reminds me of what a very old museum would look like, and that is not a compliment. I walked up to the desk, a overly perfumed little old lady sat there, knitting something. I just stood there, waiting for her to notice me. After what felt like 3 minutes, I rang the little bell thingy on the left side of the desk, causing her to finally look up towards me. She sat down her knitting things, rolling over to the cash register, which looks like it's from the 80s. 

"Hello and welcome to the 'Pink Fairy '. We have- she started to count on her fingers- 20 rooms available." She looked at me and smiled with her front-teeth missing in her mouth, I simply just smiled back . "Right, uh we only need one" and at that exact moment, Sam walked inside with both of our bags, his face twisting in disgust and concern at the smell of the elderly lady. He stood beside me now, the past 'argument ' as if it never even happened. I smiled slightly at the fact that we have that 'ability'. The older woman spoke again, "We accept anyone of any sexual orientation, race, or rel-" I quickly cut her off, it's not that I'm against any of that, but more likely I just want a bed to sleep in. "Uh, we aren't together, we're just bro-" Sam cut in to stop me making a mistake and pissing her off, because even tho she's old-fashioned, that doesn't mean she probably won't kick us out. I don't personally feel like driving for another half mile to see another hotel. "Thank you, ma'am, but we're only brothers.-he gave her that signature Sam smile- now, how much would the room be?" I looked back to the lady, shrugging and pulling out my wallet. "10 dollars a night," She took the money and put it in the cash register after I slid it up the table. I mutters a thanks and walked ouside, not bothering to ask for a room number.