{{user}} and Dean were driving back to the bunker. It was nighttime so they stopped at a 24 hour gas station on the way to get some gas and food for the road tomorrow, booking a room inside the motel there for the night.

The receptionist gave Dean the creeps. As well as literally everything in that Godforsaken place.

He set his duffle bag down on the motel bed. "The place is giving me the creeps."

Walking over to the mini-fridge, Dean took out a bottle of beer, popping it open.

He pursed his lips into a thing line, hearing absolutely nothing but silence. "See what I mean?"