[Stars Hollow, Connecticut] Just like a muse to me, you are a mystery
[Written with aintgutenberg and from_mymother]
Sam was asleep in the passenger seat. He had gotten bored looking out the window and like Dean would ever let him drive his baby...Because of that, his head was against the window, unaware of where they were at the time. But, he was comfortable for the time being and that was all that mattered.
Dean was amazing at driving one-handed. So he took the time to get some pretty awesome blackmail material on Sam... Putting things in his mouth while he was asleep, taking pictures... It was priceless, really. All of it. But the closer the got, the more innocent he had to play. The car stopping usually woke Sam up. And he looked up from the map, to the little... girly... whatever-it-was in front of them. It was way nicer than their usual spots. But how the hell were they gonna afford it?
He pulled into a parking spot, looking over at his brother. "Sam!"
Sam jumped up, the condom falling from his mouth. Really, Dean, he thought, looking over at him. There was also a spoon and one of those desperate for sex cards featuring a mostly nude man. Looking over at his brother, he glared, shifting in his seat.
"I see you've been having fun," he said, finally taking a look around them. That was right. They had stopped. "...Where are we?"
A smug look on his face, Dean just chuckled and opened the driver's seat. He pocketed the keys, stepping out and stretching his arms high over his head with a groaning yawn. "Some little nowhere town. Uhh -- Stars Hollow, or some shit. This is the inn."
"An inn?" he asked, climbing out himself. As he stood up, more objects fell off onto the parking lot. He was going to get Dean back eventually. "...It's -- nice? Can we afford an inn?" he asked, his hands on the top of the car.
"Yeah." He sighed. "Dunno, man. Looks pretty damn nice, but it's the only hotel-kinda deal for miles. Got shit to do around here, need a close place to stay. Unless you wanna sleep in the Impala."
"Already did that, thanks," he replied, yawning. "Can't be that bad, can it?" And then he gave his brother the patended 'if we can't afford it we give a scam credit card' shrug. "Come on," he added, walking up the drive. Glancing to the side, he spotted a woman on a horse and a pond down the way. It was nice property. If they stayed there it would probably be the nicest place they ever stayed in. And Sam had no problem with that.
"Nah, probably not." Dean gave the horseback rider a weird look. Hot chick, weird method of transportation. He shrugged it off and headed up the drive, hands stuffed lazily in his pockets. "Think they got like... massage chicks in here?"
"Yeah, Dean. Massage chicks," he replied, rolling his eyes and pulling the front door open. He didn't hold it for his brother. He just kept on towards the front desk. The woman behind it, if he admitted it, was extremely attractive. Bringing his fist to his mouth, he cleared his throat.
"Dude, you've SEEN those Asian girls, right? I mean, -seriously-, smokin' hot!" Dean caught the door as Sam let go of it, and made a brisk walk up to the desk. He offered a low whistle, checking out the seriously hot piece of tail on the other side. ".. You run the place, sweetheart?"
Sam rolled his eyes as the woman turned around. He couldn't control his brother but he made sure to mentally note that he would come back and apologize profusely.
"I own the place, Danny Zuco," the woman replied, looking both he and his brother up and down. "Dean?" she then asked, looking at Sam. "I would say nice taste in friends," she started, before shrugging. "But, you get a pass. What can I do for you two? It's been years. Does Rory know you're in town?"
Dean's eyebrows shot up. "Yeah?" ... But why was she looking at Sam? What the hell? He figured it was just a mix-up or something. But then she kept talking, and he didn't really know who -.. "Who the hell's Rory? And we're lookin' for a room."
“Well, maybe you…don’t know Rory,” she said to Dean to Sam’s confusion. “But, Dean does. He dated her. He was my daughter’s first boyfriend. Sorry, kid, you’re gonna’ get embarrassed in front of your…friend.” Her eyes went from Sam back to Dean again. “A room I can do…” she replied, checking through her computer system. “How is Clara, Dean?”.
"Listen, lady. I've never dated a chick named Rory. You keep talkin' to me like I have. Never been here before. Never met you before. - Which is a damn shame, and if your daughter looks anything like you --" he trailed off, and another low whistle left his lips. He'd always wondered if those porn threesomes where the mom taught the daughter how to handle a man were real or fake. His new goal? Living one. "And I don't know anybody named Clara."
The woman sighed in what looked like frustration. “Is this like, some new reality show? Seeing old acquaintances with rude friends who look like they just stepped out of a redneck version of The Outsiders? I wasn’t talking to you,” she said, again, pointing at Dean. “I was talking to Dean. Who is quiet. Which is new. Is this…” And then she got it. Or, that was the look Sam assumed came over. “Never mind. I get it,” she added, nodding and grabbing two keys for rooms 6 and 7 from the wall. “But, if you think I’m not telling Rory your speaking Queer as Folk now, you have another thing coming…”
"Uhhh." Dean pointed to his brother. "That's SAM. I'm Dean." And just... stared at her. And then he made the most disgusted face in the history of disgusted faces. "GROSS, lady. That's my little brother."
"...What?" She looked at Sam who didn't look much better and nodded. "Your...name's not Dean Forrester?"
"I'm Dean. That's Sam. And neither of us are named Forrester."
"You...look just like my daughter's ex ...." Not getting over it, she kept speaking. "Rooms 6 and 7." She handed Sam two keys before apologizing. "Enjoy your stay at The Dragonfly..."
"Uh, we can share a room, actually." Dean was... mostly worried about how much this shit was gonna cost.
Sam put the key for six back down, wanting as much luck as they could get. "So, how much is this going to cost?" he asked,
"For you two, how is a hundred a night?" the woman asked. "We...have breakfast, lunch, and dinner served in the dining room. We have our own personal spa. There are daily activities but I assure you Stars Hollow is interesting enough. You two don't need any more Michelle then you already don't have. I am sorry for the mix-up, though. The resemblance is uncanny."
"Hundred a night's not too bad with all of that included," he said, but gave Sam a wary look. They might be credit-card scamming this one after all. Because damn. That was way, way more than their customary thirty-some-odd bucks a night. "And it's not a problem, really."
"I'm Lorelai if you two need anything at all, just head right up the stairs and your room is on the right."
"Lorelai? Pretty name, sweetheart. Goes with your everything else." He gave a sly wink, then turned and headed down the hall. He looked over to Sam. "Dude, you look just like that chick's kid's first squeeze. Maybe you can actually get some for a change."
"Okay, first thing. Don't...call me sweethart. Or sweetcheeks. Or sweetums or even sweetie," she said, with a tinge of annoyance. "Have a nice time."
Sam followed close behind Dean before going to trip him right at the stairs. Quickly. He just stuck his foot out as he walked and kept going.
Dean muttered a few choice words, then stood up, brushed himself off, gave Lorelai a dazzling smile, and headed up the - …Wait, what the hell? STAIRS? "Sam!" he called, taking two steps at a time to catch up. "Are there not any ground floor rooms?"
“Don’t know, Dean,” he replied, key already in the door. “Didn’t ask now, did we?” Stepping aside, he gave Dean room to head into the room, unharmed.
"And why the hell didn't we ask?"
"I don't know. You were too busy hitting on her and I was ... being not Dean."
"God dammit. Sam -" he tried his best to replicate a puppy look. "Wanna see if we can maybe get a room somewhere else? Like.. not upstairs?"
"What is wrong with upstairs?" he sat on the bed. "It's...a really nice room, Dean!"
"It's up-stairs- Sam! It's.. High."
"It's probably not even one story!"
"It ain't the ground!"
"You want to go back down and ask her, be my guest." But, for now, he kicked off his shoes and slid onto the bed, stretching out. His feet didn't fall off the end. That was nice.
Dean, defeated and embarrassed by his fear of heights, just heaved a sigh and kicked his own shoes off. He flopped into the adjacent bed, hands behind his head as he let out a really loud, annoying yawn. He was way more tired than Sam, probably, since Sam actually slept while they drove. "Fuckin' time for a nap."
Sam was asleep in the passenger seat. He had gotten bored looking out the window and like Dean would ever let him drive his baby...Because of that, his head was against the window, unaware of where they were at the time. But, he was comfortable for the time being and that was all that mattered.
Dean was amazing at driving one-handed. So he took the time to get some pretty awesome blackmail material on Sam... Putting things in his mouth while he was asleep, taking pictures... It was priceless, really. All of it. But the closer the got, the more innocent he had to play. The car stopping usually woke Sam up. And he looked up from the map, to the little... girly... whatever-it-was in front of them. It was way nicer than their usual spots. But how the hell were they gonna afford it?
He pulled into a parking spot, looking over at his brother. "Sam!"
Sam jumped up, the condom falling from his mouth. Really, Dean, he thought, looking over at him. There was also a spoon and one of those desperate for sex cards featuring a mostly nude man. Looking over at his brother, he glared, shifting in his seat.
"I see you've been having fun," he said, finally taking a look around them. That was right. They had stopped. "...Where are we?"
A smug look on his face, Dean just chuckled and opened the driver's seat. He pocketed the keys, stepping out and stretching his arms high over his head with a groaning yawn. "Some little nowhere town. Uhh -- Stars Hollow, or some shit. This is the inn."
"An inn?" he asked, climbing out himself. As he stood up, more objects fell off onto the parking lot. He was going to get Dean back eventually. "...It's -- nice? Can we afford an inn?" he asked, his hands on the top of the car.
"Yeah." He sighed. "Dunno, man. Looks pretty damn nice, but it's the only hotel-kinda deal for miles. Got shit to do around here, need a close place to stay. Unless you wanna sleep in the Impala."
"Already did that, thanks," he replied, yawning. "Can't be that bad, can it?" And then he gave his brother the patended 'if we can't afford it we give a scam credit card' shrug. "Come on," he added, walking up the drive. Glancing to the side, he spotted a woman on a horse and a pond down the way. It was nice property. If they stayed there it would probably be the nicest place they ever stayed in. And Sam had no problem with that.
"Nah, probably not." Dean gave the horseback rider a weird look. Hot chick, weird method of transportation. He shrugged it off and headed up the drive, hands stuffed lazily in his pockets. "Think they got like... massage chicks in here?"
"Yeah, Dean. Massage chicks," he replied, rolling his eyes and pulling the front door open. He didn't hold it for his brother. He just kept on towards the front desk. The woman behind it, if he admitted it, was extremely attractive. Bringing his fist to his mouth, he cleared his throat.
"Dude, you've SEEN those Asian girls, right? I mean, -seriously-, smokin' hot!" Dean caught the door as Sam let go of it, and made a brisk walk up to the desk. He offered a low whistle, checking out the seriously hot piece of tail on the other side. ".. You run the place, sweetheart?"
Sam rolled his eyes as the woman turned around. He couldn't control his brother but he made sure to mentally note that he would come back and apologize profusely.
"I own the place, Danny Zuco," the woman replied, looking both he and his brother up and down. "Dean?" she then asked, looking at Sam. "I would say nice taste in friends," she started, before shrugging. "But, you get a pass. What can I do for you two? It's been years. Does Rory know you're in town?"
Dean's eyebrows shot up. "Yeah?" ... But why was she looking at Sam? What the hell? He figured it was just a mix-up or something. But then she kept talking, and he didn't really know who -.. "Who the hell's Rory? And we're lookin' for a room."
“Well, maybe you…don’t know Rory,” she said to Dean to Sam’s confusion. “But, Dean does. He dated her. He was my daughter’s first boyfriend. Sorry, kid, you’re gonna’ get embarrassed in front of your…friend.” Her eyes went from Sam back to Dean again. “A room I can do…” she replied, checking through her computer system. “How is Clara, Dean?”.
"Listen, lady. I've never dated a chick named Rory. You keep talkin' to me like I have. Never been here before. Never met you before. - Which is a damn shame, and if your daughter looks anything like you --" he trailed off, and another low whistle left his lips. He'd always wondered if those porn threesomes where the mom taught the daughter how to handle a man were real or fake. His new goal? Living one. "And I don't know anybody named Clara."
The woman sighed in what looked like frustration. “Is this like, some new reality show? Seeing old acquaintances with rude friends who look like they just stepped out of a redneck version of The Outsiders? I wasn’t talking to you,” she said, again, pointing at Dean. “I was talking to Dean. Who is quiet. Which is new. Is this…” And then she got it. Or, that was the look Sam assumed came over. “Never mind. I get it,” she added, nodding and grabbing two keys for rooms 6 and 7 from the wall. “But, if you think I’m not telling Rory your speaking Queer as Folk now, you have another thing coming…”
"Uhhh." Dean pointed to his brother. "That's SAM. I'm Dean." And just... stared at her. And then he made the most disgusted face in the history of disgusted faces. "GROSS, lady. That's my little brother."
"...What?" She looked at Sam who didn't look much better and nodded. "Your...name's not Dean Forrester?"
"I'm Dean. That's Sam. And neither of us are named Forrester."
"You...look just like my daughter's ex ...." Not getting over it, she kept speaking. "Rooms 6 and 7." She handed Sam two keys before apologizing. "Enjoy your stay at The Dragonfly..."
"Uh, we can share a room, actually." Dean was... mostly worried about how much this shit was gonna cost.
Sam put the key for six back down, wanting as much luck as they could get. "So, how much is this going to cost?" he asked,
"For you two, how is a hundred a night?" the woman asked. "We...have breakfast, lunch, and dinner served in the dining room. We have our own personal spa. There are daily activities but I assure you Stars Hollow is interesting enough. You two don't need any more Michelle then you already don't have. I am sorry for the mix-up, though. The resemblance is uncanny."
"Hundred a night's not too bad with all of that included," he said, but gave Sam a wary look. They might be credit-card scamming this one after all. Because damn. That was way, way more than their customary thirty-some-odd bucks a night. "And it's not a problem, really."
"I'm Lorelai if you two need anything at all, just head right up the stairs and your room is on the right."
"Lorelai? Pretty name, sweetheart. Goes with your everything else." He gave a sly wink, then turned and headed down the hall. He looked over to Sam. "Dude, you look just like that chick's kid's first squeeze. Maybe you can actually get some for a change."
"Okay, first thing. Don't...call me sweethart. Or sweetcheeks. Or sweetums or even sweetie," she said, with a tinge of annoyance. "Have a nice time."
Sam followed close behind Dean before going to trip him right at the stairs. Quickly. He just stuck his foot out as he walked and kept going.
Dean muttered a few choice words, then stood up, brushed himself off, gave Lorelai a dazzling smile, and headed up the - …Wait, what the hell? STAIRS? "Sam!" he called, taking two steps at a time to catch up. "Are there not any ground floor rooms?"
“Don’t know, Dean,” he replied, key already in the door. “Didn’t ask now, did we?” Stepping aside, he gave Dean room to head into the room, unharmed.
"And why the hell didn't we ask?"
"I don't know. You were too busy hitting on her and I was ... being not Dean."
"God dammit. Sam -" he tried his best to replicate a puppy look. "Wanna see if we can maybe get a room somewhere else? Like.. not upstairs?"
"What is wrong with upstairs?" he sat on the bed. "It's...a really nice room, Dean!"
"It's up-stairs- Sam! It's.. High."
"It's probably not even one story!"
"It ain't the ground!"
"You want to go back down and ask her, be my guest." But, for now, he kicked off his shoes and slid onto the bed, stretching out. His feet didn't fall off the end. That was nice.
Dean, defeated and embarrassed by his fear of heights, just heaved a sigh and kicked his own shoes off. He flopped into the adjacent bed, hands behind his head as he let out a really loud, annoying yawn. He was way more tired than Sam, probably, since Sam actually slept while they drove. "Fuckin' time for a nap."