Hammer Of The Gods

2

Thunder roared around the Impala as tears streamed from the clouds. Storms were always somewhat pleasant to watch-- just not from inside a mobile vehicle.

"Sam, look to your right!" Dean lowered his head and pointed with a finger to a billboard on the side of the road. "'The Elysian Fields Hotel.' Sounds good right about now."

Sam shook his head, eyeing his twin, who was sound asleep in the back. "One: I don't want to wake her, she's barely gotten sleep for the last couple of days. Two: We should just wait until we reach the town where an available job might be."

Shaking his head in return, Dean took the nearest exit. "No way, Sammy. Some food and a nice break from hunting sounds great right now." He pushed aside the part about (Y/n) not getting much sleep. She had already told them it was from the lack of Gabriel not being around as much. Ten days had begun to feel like weeks.

The younger Winchester sighed, knowing that it was pointless to argue. "Can you at least wake her up? I don't want to be a victim of her wrath at the moment." Dean gestured with his eyes to the storm in front of them, then to the empty fields around. I have to find the hotel, Sam. "Fine." Sam turned around in his seat and poked at (Y/n) until her eyes shot open. "We're resting at a hotel nearby, sorry to wake you. You can get some sleep then."

(Y/n) squinted her eyes as bright letters came into view. "You couldn't have carried me inside?" She yawned, stretching her arms in the air as she read the blue sign. "Oh... it's still raining."

As the Impala pulled up to the hotel, Sam and (Y/n) prepared their bags, which had conveniently been in the backseat. On the count of three, the siblings rushed out of the car and into the warm hotel.

Dean cursed as he had to lock his car before joining his younger siblings inside.

"Whew..." (Y/n) ran her fingers through her wet hair, flinging water onto the beautiful carpet they stood on. "It's terrible out there. Kudos to you on finding this..." She trailed off, taking a look around.

Dean nodded around them, ignoring his sister's hesitant tone, looking at the fireplace and clean furniture. "Nice digs for once." To say he was impressed at the luxuriousness around them was an understatement. "Might as well be holy ground for all the other places we've stayed, huh guys?" Sam nodded.

An uneasy feeling bubbled in (Y/n)'s stomach as they approached the counter. The raven-haired man behind the counter, Chet, who continuously smiled at them, gave her the creeps.

"Busy night," Dean broke the silence, gesturing with his head to how fast Chet was typing.

Chet smiled lightly and nodded. "Any port in a storm, I guess." His eyes fell on (Y/n) for a moment, his smile faltered at the same time, but remained. Dean chuckled, not noticing the small facial-hiccup. "If you could just fill this out, please," he pushed a small sheet of paper to Dean, who started to sign away. "Sir, I think you got a little..." Chet gestured to his chin, then pointed at Dean's, which was bleeding, "shaving nick there."

Dean looked slightly taken aback, not remembering having cut himself shaving, but he took the napkin anyway, pressing it lightly to his chin. "Huh..."

"Your key," Chet held up a room key, keeping his straight smile while (Y/n) snatched it from him.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a coffee shop, would you?" Dean asked desperately, feeling tired from all the driving. (Y/n) shot him a glare, then turned it back to Chet.

The front desk employee nodded. "Buffet, all you can eat," he gestured to the left of them, then leaned in toward Dean. "Best pie in the tri-state area."

Dean grinned at the thought of delicious pie. "You don't say?" Chet nodded, then went back to his screen, leaving the siblings alone with their thoughts.

"Dean... I don't think we should be here..." (Y/n) whispered as they walked over to the food tables. "I have a bad feeling about this place... something's really wrong."

Dean scoffed with an eye roll. "You sure you're not just overwhelmed by zero sleep?" She scowled at his comment. "C'mon, just push the heebie-jeebies aside and enjoy the night off, okay?"

"Fine..." The youngest Winchester looked back at Chet, who had looked up from the computer to meet her gaze. Sighing, (Y/n) followed her brother's to the buffet, not pushing away the uneasiness in her gut.

When thoughts like that were expressed to her older brothers, they usually turned out to be correct. But, overwhelmed by restlessness, Dean and Sam ignored it...