Lost in the wilderness, so far from home...
WHO: Dean Winchester/crossroaddeal, Sam Winchester/spiritusimmunde
WHERE: At the first motel listed in the Yellowpages
WHEN: July 14th, early morning
WARNINGS: Updated if necessary, but probably PG-13
SUMMARY: Sam Winchester - new to The City, finds his brother; Dean Winchester - not so new to the city. Dean fills him in on the events Sam has yet experience.
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Dean unfolded the page he had ripped out of the Yellowpages and checked the address again. Yep, this is the right motel, he thought glancing up at the worn out sign, Goofer and Dust's Motel, as he pushed through the maroon colored front doors. Worn out from the Godzilla action earlier he would've liked to just sleep in his car, but this was more pressing than sleep.
When Dean spoke to the receptionist he'd almost forgot what name to ask for, he hadn't realized how out of touch he had become with his 'old life' without Sam around until now.
"Mr. Rockford is in room 235, right at the end of the hall on the second floor," the receptionist wheezed out, in between coughing and taking another drag from her cigarette.
He turned and headed towards the stairs pushing through a second set of doors, the echo of his footsteps on the concrete stairs made Dean more nervous as he continued to think about how he was going to explain everything to Sammy. Of course this was how it was gonna happen, nothing is ever easy for us, he thought wondering how Sam was going to react when he finished filling him in. Dean had hoped that if he ever saw Sam again it was gonna be a nice, easy reunion - no fuss, no muss.
Dean stepped into the corridor of the second floor he checked to make sure he had everything he needed; a little bottle of holy water in his back pocket, a small silver knife in his coat pocket and his favorite .45 caliber Colt 1911 tucked into his pants.
You could never be too careful when meeting up with your brother.
The numbers 235 were painted on a wood door in silver, Dean knuckles hovered for a moment inches away from the door. He took a deep breath and knocked twice against the painted wood.
WHERE: At the first motel listed in the Yellowpages
WHEN: July 14th, early morning
WARNINGS: Updated if necessary, but probably PG-13
SUMMARY: Sam Winchester - new to The City, finds his brother; Dean Winchester - not so new to the city. Dean fills him in on the events Sam has yet experience.
FORMAT: Paragraph
Dean unfolded the page he had ripped out of the Yellowpages and checked the address again. Yep, this is the right motel, he thought glancing up at the worn out sign, Goofer and Dust's Motel, as he pushed through the maroon colored front doors. Worn out from the Godzilla action earlier he would've liked to just sleep in his car, but this was more pressing than sleep.
When Dean spoke to the receptionist he'd almost forgot what name to ask for, he hadn't realized how out of touch he had become with his 'old life' without Sam around until now.
"Mr. Rockford is in room 235, right at the end of the hall on the second floor," the receptionist wheezed out, in between coughing and taking another drag from her cigarette.
He turned and headed towards the stairs pushing through a second set of doors, the echo of his footsteps on the concrete stairs made Dean more nervous as he continued to think about how he was going to explain everything to Sammy. Of course this was how it was gonna happen, nothing is ever easy for us, he thought wondering how Sam was going to react when he finished filling him in. Dean had hoped that if he ever saw Sam again it was gonna be a nice, easy reunion - no fuss, no muss.
Dean stepped into the corridor of the second floor he checked to make sure he had everything he needed; a little bottle of holy water in his back pocket, a small silver knife in his coat pocket and his favorite .45 caliber Colt 1911 tucked into his pants.
You could never be too careful when meeting up with your brother.
The numbers 235 were painted on a wood door in silver, Dean knuckles hovered for a moment inches away from the door. He took a deep breath and knocked twice against the painted wood.