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A/N: Just posting it as it comes to me. Hope you like.
The cheapest place Dean could find open was crap. Not that he was used to the Hilton or anything, but the place he rented was like the hole in
the hole in the wall.
And, unlike usually when the slimy motel managers gave him his room, this slimy manager hadn’t even pretended it was a decent place. In fact, the dude had just given him a greedy look, like he was sizing up Dean's worth, as he took what was almost the last of the hunter's money.
In fact, Dean might even feel a bit freaked at the punk's behaviour if he wasn't sure he could handle any human threat that came through his temporary residence's door. However crappy the aforementioned residence was.
Because Dean was broke- that was the only, repeat only, reason he was even resting at that dive. Usually he picked up money at bars in the towns he stopped in along the way, but the entry about his- the girl- had jolted him. He had driven for 10 days, stopping only for food, and as a result, he was cleaned out.
He was going to have to clean up at the pool table tonight, but until then, he needed a place to crash. So, since the weather sadly made his usually comfortable backseat crashing place an oven, he had resorted to renting his own little piece of motel-hell. Not that I’m like fuckin’ Samantha or anything who needs a nice bed to sleep on every night and fuckin’ pristine college buildings to wake up to in the morning.
Finally find his [other] sibling couldn’t help bring back the 6-month old resentment he still felt for his brother when he had left to go to college.
But he didn’t want to dwell on that. He had more important issues to think on than his sissy brother.Even though I am technically the tall one again.
An appreciative smirk graced Dean’s face as he appreciated the thought, then grimaced as it brought his mind circling back to his problem.
How the hell was he going to break the news to her?
The thought of ‘why’ hadn’t even entered his mind- it never had. After all, he’d want to know.
But what was he going to do after?Hey I’m Dean and I’m your brother- and I’m just gonna get going now. See ya in a few years, maybe.
Yeah, this bright idea of his was just looking better by the second. Dean buried his head in the doubtfully clean motel room pillow and tried to grab some shut-eye.
A/N: And there we go. I like reviews, and concrit is both welcomed and appreciated.