The 'Blue Bird' motel had a large, neon sign out front. In bright blue letters the name was displayed on the sign. It was slightly odd that such a lively motel was in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but this little town existed for miles. Dean knew that that would make this case difficult. He knew how common it was for small towns like this one to be rather unaccepting of new people who come poking around.

He parked his Impala and exited the vehicle. His legs carried him to the little check in room for the motel. Whenever he had spotted this motel he certainly hadn't been expecting the girl sitting behind the counter to be so gorgeous. He had been expecting someone old, well, old and bitchy.

The jingling above the door had made you look up from your magazine. You have the man who had walked in a smile. The magazine you had been flipping through was closed and discarded on the low table behind you. The man was attractive, you had to admit that much. You had always been one who loved honesty. His leather jacket was what popped out to you. He didn't look like someone from around here.

"How long do ya need a room for?" You asked, leaning on the counter. You drank him in like a smooth whiskey after a long day. Everything about him screamed new and different. The guys around here were lame as Hell. Your parents knew their parents, you had also grown up around them.

"For the week," Dean replied, his signature smirk plastering across his face. Maybe if he was able to finish this case early... and then his mind wandered. He couldn't get enough of the way you looked.

"What's a girl like you doing working the counter of a motel at two in the morning?" He asked.