Pretty, Reckless, Winchester

III. Blood Brother

[Blood Brother]

Sam, Dean, Holly, and Nate entered a motel room in Enid, Oregon. Sam crossed the bathroom and turned on the light. Dean and Nate looked around the room and Holly sighed.

She pointed at Sam and Nate. "Well, that's twice that he's burned us. Shame on you two."

Sam frowned at her. "No, no, no, no. We're the ones who said he set us up. You and Dean said he burned us."

"No, you said, "I wonder if Kevin is setting us up", Nate agreed, and then you started in with all the techno babble. That was two states ago."

"Yeah, well, whatever. Either way, that's another room billed to one of Kevin's false credit IDs." Dean picked a lock on the mini-bar. "And the motel ran his number today."

"Just like he actually checked in?" Dean asked.

Nate nodded. "Yeah."

"Kid's like Rain Man. He's like a crappy little credit-card counting...criminal prodigy Rain Man."

Nate shrugged. "Well, he was in advanced placement."

Dean frowned at Nate. "Shut up." He handed Sam, Holly, and Nate a beer from the mini-bar. "When's that little idiot gonna stop running from us?"

Sam shook his head. "I don't know, Dean. I mean, you did try to kill his mother and Holly didn't stop you."

"We were trying to kill Crowley, okay? Who happened to be wearing Kevin's mother at the time. Well, there's a difference." Holly nodded in agreement.

"Apparently not to Kevin. Oh, I know. Maybe because--oh, yeah--it's his mother."

Dean's phone rang. "Hold that thought. No, actually, you know what? Don't hold that thought."

He answered. "Hello? Hello? Uh, hang on. There's not enough bars." Dean walked outside, motioned for Holly to follow, and closed the door behind them. "Benny?"

"Hey, Dean. Hope Holly's with ya. You two, um--you two got a minute? Afraid I messed up, buddy, ma'am."

"What did you do?" Dean asked worriedly.

"No, man, not like that."

Sam and Nate looked outside to see Dean talking on the phone and Holly listening closely. They exchanged a confused look.

Outside, Dean and Holly glanced over their shoulders at the motel room window.

"Wait." Holly said. "You took on how many? Are you out of your mind?"

"Hey. See, the thing is, my legs--they ain't working so good. There's, uh...a fuel barge not too far from here. I'm pretty sure I can make it at a slow crawl. I was kind of hoping maybe I could ask you two for one more favor?"

Dean and Holly walked back inside and put two bags down on the bed. Sam frowned. "And--and what exactly is that supposed to mean, you two've got to go?"

"Which words are giving you trouble?" Dean retorted.

"We're on the case, remember, Dean, Holly? The--the Winchester/Green holy grail, "shut the Gates of Hell forever" case."

Holly nodded. "Sure are. But, see, in order to close the Gates of Hell, we need our prophet, am I right? So our first step--find Kevin Tran. As you can see, he ain't here. But clearly he wanted us to be, which means we're probably as far away from the kid as he could possibly put us. So step two--find Kevin Tran!" She looked back at the mini-bar. "You two mind if I grab the Toblerone for Dean?"