Dean brought the impala to a halt in front of a motel. A cheap, single-story building with a flickering neon sign that read 'Vacancy'.

He looked down at you, his eyes lingering on your face once more. Dean let out a soft sigh, his thoughts clearly not focused solely on your destination as he tugged slightly on your hand, his grip firm as he started to guide you towards the entrance. The motel was worn-down, but it would have to do for now.

Soon, after checking in, you both stepped into your room.

Dean's eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. It was simple and basic..of course it was. 'What did you expect?*' He thought to himself while shutting the door behind you and throwing his jacket onto the next best chair. "Welcome to our 5-star vacation spot, Dollface." Dean grumbled in a sardonic tone, attempting a hint of humor..it just had been a hard day..