𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

004

"I hope you're happy. Making me drive all this way when we've passed about four motels already." Dean grumbles, as we walk to the check in office.

"Trust me, it's worth it." Is all I said with a smile. The three of us step inside and the first thing that caught my attention is an old man sitting behind a counter, eyes focused on the local newspaper. Dean wastes no time, and tosses his fake card onto the man's newspaper.

"One room, please." Dean states plainly. The old man doesn't even bother to look up, and instead just picks up the card. It's only when he glances at the card does he look at us three.

"You guys having a reunion or somethin'?" He asks, looking back down at the card. No doubt reading the name.

"What do you-?" Sam tries to question.

"Yes! Yes we are. I'm guessing this is the right motel then?" I quickly ask over Sam.

"Yeah this is the one. That other guy, Bert Aframian? He came in and bought out a room for the whole month." The old man tells us.

"Perfect. We're meeting up with him. So, is there a possibility we can get the closest room to him?" I ask with a smile. He nods his head and checks us in.

"See I told you this was the right one, honey." I say sweetly, looking at Dean and pinching his cheek hard. My face holds the biggest smug smile as he looks down at me with a glare.

"Here ya go. Room ten is where he's stayin'. You guys have room eleven." He bordly tells us, holding out a key.

"Thank you. Have a nice day." Sam says with his little smile. I grab the key, turn on my heel, and head back out the door.

"You wanna tell us how you knew our dad was here?" Dean asks from behind as they follow me.

"I did what I told Sam to do in the first place. Called a few nearby motels. Asked for any recent stay under the name Bert Aframian. They told me yes or no. This one said yes." I shrug, looking around for room ten as I walk.

Five. Six. Seven.

"You couldn't just tell us that?" Sam asks this time.

"I wouldn't have been able to witness your brother's shocked and confused face." I laugh, stopping when I find room ten.

"Sam, please tell me you have a lock pick." I sigh in relief and stick my hand out when I see him take it out of his pocket. Once he gives it to me I kneel down on one knee and get to work at unlocking it.

"Where'd you find the time to do that? You've been with us the whole time." Dean points out, still very confused.

"Not when I went to that disgusting bathroom, you weren't." I hear the satisfying click of the door opening in success. I slowly look up and get up at the same time, my mouth dropping open in shock.

"Holy hell." I whisper. I don't really know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't what I was looking at. It was a complete mess.

Sam enters slowly, taking everything in. I look back at Dean, who was clueless as ever, looking out at the parking lot still. I roll my eyes and yank him into the room by the back of his now dusty jacket.

I don't bother looking for his reaction as I step further in. I head towards the bed to look into the briefcase that laid open, seeing not one thing left inside of it. I look around at the rest of the stuff on the bed. He was in a hurry to leave, but to where?

"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least." Dean states.

"Yep." I nod, looking over at him.