Another job meant another motel room. It was basic routine by now. There was hardly ever a time Sam and Dean slept somewhere else than in cheap motel beds. And just like routine Dean had ordered some greasy take out for dinner, really late dinner.

It was in the middle of the night, around midnight, and the two Winchester brothers were still discussing their job. Dean was shoveling fries into his mouth while Sam had his laptop in front of him. Their loud voices rang through the thin walls of the motel, right into your room. Ever since they’d gotten there not a single moment had been filled by silence that would’ve let you sleep in peace.

„All I’m saying is–”

That’s the last thing you hear before getting out of bed and grumpily making your way out of your room.

A sharp knock slices through Dean and Sam‘s conversation. Both of them look at each other buffed for a second before Sam gets up from his seat, making his way over to the door. A quick peek through the peephole in the door confirms that your not some sketchy looking person.

„Can I help you?“

He asks after opening the door, Dean glancing past his brother to get a look at you from the bed.