Chuck had sent Sam an urgent text a day ago to meet him at the Pineview Hotel. None of you really had any clue what was going on, but it was Chuck, so it had to have been important. Dean was grumbling under his breath as you walked inside the hotel, pissed about the row of 67' impalas that he'd seen on the way in.

"Chuck!"

Sam calls out, dragging you and Dean over to him quickly. There's so many people around that look concerningly familiar that you barely pay attention.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Chuck asks nervously, wringing his hands.

"Uh…you texted. Said it was an emergency."

Sam frowns, glancing down at you. You shrug, unsure of the situation yourself. Chuck looks equally confused, his eyes flitting between the three of you until his face falls and a familiar shriek sounds across the entry hall. Becky leaps onto Sam, who cringes away as subtly as possible.

"...hey, Becky."