The guy's around forty, graying hair tied back limply down his back, Zeppelin t-shirt stretched across his belly. He taps ash into a tray next to the register even though Dean's pretty sure the whole motel's supposed to be non-smoking. Dean gives the alias without thinking, only realizing when it's out his mouth that this guy might know the name seeing as he's wearing the freakin' t-shirt, literally, but the guy just wheezes out a laugh.
"Not that I give a shit, boy, people been using fake names in motels since I was wet behind the ears, but you might wanna knock on twenny-three's door, you guys might get along."
Dean goes still. His hand is still cramped around the pen to sign the credit card receipt, the guy is still looking at him, the world is still as it was - the light's still buzzing fretfully, there's still a swamp monster seven miles west of here eating people, Dean's still on his second solo hunt since he realized he couldn't just give it all up that easily - but something in the air changes.
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"Not that I give a shit, boy, people been using fake names in motels since I was wet behind the ears, but you might wanna knock on twenny-three's door, you guys might get along."
Dean goes still. His hand is still cramped around the pen to sign the credit card receipt, the guy is still looking at him, the world is still as it was - the light's still buzzing fretfully, there's still a swamp monster seven miles west of here eating people, Dean's still on his second solo hunt since he realized he couldn't just give it all up that easily - but something in the air changes.
It's a coincidence, his brain ( ... )
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Glad you enjoyed x
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Sorry! I will go find something to fill now!
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