ONE;

Rain fell in sheets, which caused Dean to grumble as it seemingly damaged his Imapala. Sam however barely registered it as he continued to write in the journal he had recently started. Jessica had commented plenty of times that he should keep a journal at least she had when she had been alive. 

Now was a hell of a time to start, Sam knew that. Feeling the car lurch to a stop, Sam barely looked up to see why as he wrote about traveling with Dean. “What is it?” 

“Gee, I dunno. Looks to be a tree. You know something made of wood, leaves.” Dean replied. “What’s your guess on it, college boy?” 

Sam looked up finally to see the fallen oak tree in front of them. “There was a motel,” Sam answered. “Back that way.” 

A wary eye glanced at Sam. “Uh, yeah,” Dean mumbled cautiously. “What you writing there, Sammy? Poetry?” 

Rolling his eyes, Sam decided against arguing about the hated nickname of Sammy. “It’s called a journal.” Sam corrected as Dean put the Impala in reverse. 

“Oh and when it’s full you can market it under Demon Slayer’s Memoirs.” Dean joked sarcastically. “Break dad’s number one rule.” 

“Yeah, well, dad isn’t here right now is he?” 

Remaining silent, Dean’s grip on the steering wheal tightened. Unlike Sam, Dean had grown accustom to their father’s rules. Sam had wanted out. Sam had gone to college, gotten the girl—and lost the girl. 

“Dean,” Sam began as they pulled into the motel’s parking lot. “Dean!” he called as his brother turned off the engine and got out. Following his brother, Sam ran into the motel. “I didn’t mean it like that.” 

Going to answer, the bell rang again in that was above the door. Dean turned to look at the drenched woman as she walked in; her black shirt sticking to her as well as her black flares. His eyes traveled down her slim body momentarily forgetting that he was there with Sam and they were on their way to investigate some kind of shape shifter sighting.  

“What can I get ya?”  

The woman glanced back at Dean and Sam her, blonde hair sticking to the sides of her face. “These blokes were here first.” She told the elderly man behind the desk. 

And she had an accent. Dean nearly fell over. He would have flirted with any beautiful woman but this one…this one took the cake. “Ladies first.” He stated as he glanced back at Sam who was about to ask for a two person room. 

“Thanks.” The woman replied with a flash of a smile. She then turned her attention back to the old man, not realizing that Dean was enjoying the back view. “Single room.” She stated after fishing out a wad of crumpled cash from her back pocket. Flatting the needed bills, she signed the paperwork before collecting the key and moving back to the outside and the rain.

“You boys? Two rooms?”

Laughing slightly, Dean pulled out his wallet before handing the man a credit card stating his name was Dean Wallace. “One room, double beds.”

The old man nodded as he charged the room to the credit card and gave the paperwork to Dean to sign. “Number 12.” The old man informed them before handing over the key.

“Yeah, thanks.” Sam replied as he and Dean moved back out to the rain.