Dean drove up to a run down motel. He slightly winced at the lack of upkeep. There were several letters that were out. The hunter stepped out of his 1967 Chevy Impala and closed the door. He walked into the lobby and asked, “Can I get a room?” He peeled out several twenties and handed them to the young girl. “Room 108, please?” She nodded and replied, “Sure. The man before you is just about to leave. He’ll be out in an hour.” He took the key and instead of waiting for the guest to leave, Dean barged in.
“Sam?” The startled hunter shouted. He froze in disbelief. Dean’s eyes widened as his little brother turned around.