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It was a nice enough day. Or at least it started that way. The birds were doing bird things like singing their songs and shitting on Dean’s Baby. The car wash was packed, and it took him about half an hour to get a hose into his hands and wash it off. The Impala was a classic and it didn’t deserve shit on it. Now he wouldn’t be there when he told Sam he would be. His brother was already getting onto him for driving all the way to Palo Alto instead of being a “normal” person and just taking a flight there. Dean was very normal, thank you very much. In fact, he felt like the only normal person. Planes were nothing but flying death machines and it was weird that people wanted to get on them. He wasn’t the weird one, everyone else was.
His dad just shook his head, told him he wasn’t right. His mom begged him to take the plane. She loathed the thought of Dean traveling all the way there on his own. Mary was the kind of mom who thought it was dangerous for omegas to be alone on the road. She thought Dean would have a better chance on a plane. Less likely to be snatched away from some alpha. Luckily, Dean had John in his corner. He told her that he taught Dean how to punch so he’d be okay. He could tell his mom still wasn’t thrilled, but John was right. Dean was an omega, not some fragile thing.
Plus, he loved the open road. Blasting his stereo and eating all the greasy food he wanted.
So wins all around.
Once Baby was good as new, he slid behind the wheel and pulled back onto the road. Dean had his GPS locked and loaded, but he didn’t need it yet. There was no way he would listen to it for hours when he’d have to stop at a motel anyway. Instead, Dean pulled up his brother’s number and put it on speaker. It rang to the point Dean thought it’d go to voicemail before that big oaf finally answered.
“Hey Dean! Sup?”
“Heya Sammy!” Dean excitedly answered. Maybe a little too much enthusiasm.
The truth was, he and Sammy hadn’t had the best relationship. Sammy was that straight A, had his head on his shoulders kid, and Dean was anything but that. As a teen, he was always sneaking out of the house, staying out light. Dean didn’t care much about school, and he swore Sammy was embarrassed to be related to him. Then, the kid went and got a full ride to Stanford, and, well, Dean missed him. He hadn’t seen him but once a year. It was too much money to fly back home for Thanksgiving or for the summer. So, Sam stayed there.
Sam wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but Dean wanted to prove he did have his head on right now. It just looked different when compared to Sammy. Dean worked hard on cars and stopped fucking around with the wrong crowd. To his surprise, Sam agreed to give it a shot, so Dean was staying there for a week. The perks of having his old man as his boss.
“It’s Sam.” Sammy groaned.
“Look, Sammy, I am going to be a little later than planned. I got delayed by half an hour. I had to wash Baby.” Dean said. His heart picked up pace, worried Sam would use this to prove Dean was some moron who couldn’t get his life together.
Sam snorted. “You’re still calling it that?”
“Whoa!” If Dean had pearls, he’d be clutching them right now. “She is not an it! She’s a she and of course!”
“Okay, just keep giving me updates and I’ll see you sometime tomorrow?””
“Of course you will.” Dean grinned. “Dude, I could make it there today if my body wasn’t stupid and needed sleep.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you could. Just stay safe.”
With that, Sammy hung up and Dean went back to driving. He drove for hours before stopping for a bite at the nearest diner he found after the first stomach rumble. He could feel eyes of alphas lingering on him, but Dean ate like there wasn’t a care in the world. He’d feel sorry for any son of a bitch that tried to start some shit. Luckily, he made it through the meal with only a few cat calls on his way out.
It was all going well. Dean was flying down the highway until he saw the sun starting to sit. He debated going on, waiting to find a motel when night fell. In the end, he decided not to take the risk. He could sleep in his car if all the motels nearby were filled, but a nice, comfy bed and roting his brain with a TV was too tempting.
Dean flipped on his signal and took the next exit. He expected to see a town, but all around him were trees, and a long winding road. Dean frowned. Usually, he had to go into town to get into the backroads, but hey, if there wasn’t a town around, then there wouldn’t be an exit. Dean tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Bobbing his head to Def Leppard as he kept his eye out for a motel.
Eventually, he saw a neon glowing sign, peeking over the trees. Dean slowed down as he approached. He was still expecting a town, not to find a motel in the middle of nowhere. It was a strange motel too. Well, it looked like any motel he had seen. Brick walls, a gray roof, but the parking lot was empty. What really stood out was the sign though. It was neon green with purple lettering that read, Mystery Spot Inn. Dean snorted, the weirdest name for a motel he’d ever seen. Still, the lights were on and it was a motel, so he pulled in.
He really didn’t expect to see anyone, but he could see a man through the lobby’s window, staring at him. It was weird, but then again, Dean was the only person in the lot. He swung his door open and made his way to the front door.
The guy, an omega, leaning behind the counter, pulled out his sucker he’d been sucking on. It came out with a wet plop. “Well, well! Welcome to Mystery Spot Inn!” He said with a smirk on his face. “How many will be rooming with us tonight?”
“Uh, just one.” Dean replied and the guy stared at him. Not a normal stare. There was something about those golden hazel eyes, but Dean couldn’t put his finger on it. Even his scent was… Off… He smelled like an omega. Honey and oranges lingered in his scent, but there was something else Dean couldn’t name.
Eventually, the guy flopped down a form. “Just fill this out and give me a credit card or cash or something.”
Dean did exactly what he was told. He handed the guy his card and started to fill out the form. As he was filling it out, another scent caught his nose. The smell before rain fell and wind, when there was static in the air. Dean looked up and there was an alpha. He was still standing between the door frame of the room he had been in. Dark, messy hair and big blue eyes like he had seen a ghost. Dean raised a brow. This alpha was looking at him like he was something weird, but the guy was the one who looked like a tax accountant in a tan trench coat.
“How did you find this place?” He asked in a voice much deeper than Dean expected.
Dean cocked a brow. “I took the exit?”
“No hush, Cassie!” The omega waved his hand at the guy. “Don’t bother the guest. Just hand me a room key.”
Cas didn’t take his eyes off him. His lips pressed into a thin line and it looked like he had something to say. Dean stared back, waiting, but eventually, the guy walked over to the keys hanging on the wall. He took one, placed it on the counter before quickly retreating to the back room.
Okay, so these people were as strange as their motel, but Dean would only be here for one night.
“Enjoy your stay.” The omega said. There was a teasing tone in his voice. Like he and Dean were sharing some inside joke.
“Yeah, thanks.” Dean muttered and snatched the key.
He walked back to the Impala and drove down to his room. It was five doors down from the lobby. As he unloaded, he had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was weird, grabbing his bang, and knowing there were no other guests here. There was probably a good reason too. Maybe this place could have landed a spot on Hotel Hell if it were still airing.
Dean flipped on the light and he was met with the most hideous sight he’d ever seen. Purple carpet with wavey lime green designs on it. The bottom half of the wall was painted a bright pink and the top part was blue. The comforter was a zebra print of yellow, green, and red.
“It’s just for a night…” Dean reminded himself.
He tossed his to-go bag on the cow print couch with honest to god cow heads at the ends of the armrest. Their eyes bludged out and were bigger than their faces. Dean threw himself on the bed and pulled out his phone. He found Sam’s name and started the call. Dean’s frown deepened when all he got was stuttering beeps. He pulled the phone away and looked at the screen. No service.
“Great…” Dean sighed. He tossed his phone to the side and grabbed the remote on the nightstand. He was greeted with static. He groaned, leaning his head back. “Fucking great.”
He paid for a room and they didn’t even have a TV signal? What the hell was he supposed to do to pass the time? Dean swung his feet off the bed and looked around the room. There were no brochures on the nightstands or dresser. There had to be something around here. Didn’t every motel promote local restaurants? They at least always had numbers for pizza delivery.
Dean opened up the dresser drawers, but they were empty. He walked back to the nightstand, opening its drawer. His eyebrows shot up, the skimpily dressed woman on the adult magazine smiled at him.
“Belldonna, niiiice.” Dean smirked.
He picked up the magazine and found a Bible under it. His brows drew together. Who the hell put a porno magazine and a Bible in the same drawer? What the hell kind of motel was this? Dean grabbed the Bible, but there was nothing else there. Dean rolled his eyes. He tossed both the holy book and the skin mag back. He grabbed his room key and made his way back to the lobby. The omega was still behind the counter. Eyes glued to a small TV sitting on top and Dean didn’t remember that being there. He was listening to some news station, or at least Dean hoped so. The reporter was talking about an alpha being skin alive.
“Well hello, Dean-O.” The omega said the moment he could be bothered to pull the sucker out of his mouth. “Anything I can get ya? Towels? Ice?”
“Actually, is there a place around that delivers?” He asked.
“Nope!” The omega replied. Popping the p at the end. Then he thumbed to a door on the right. “You can grab some grub there.”
“Uh, thanks.” Dean said and the omega simply hummed. “My TV isn’t working.”
“Yeah, the something’s down.” The other omega replied. His eyes never left the screen.
“Yours is working.”
“It’s a DVD.”
That guy was full of shit, but Dean decided to let it go. As soon as he could, he’d get the hell out of here. Dean walked to the door and when he opened it, he wasn’t sure what he’d get. A bright red wall seemed to track. The floors were black and white checkers. The tables were round and red with red chairs. The booths were pink, blue, and white with the same table tops. There was a counter with a kitchen behind it, but the lights were off. There were some machines pressed against the wall. Dean walked over to them. A regular venting machine, a soda machine, and a hot display case with hot dogs and pizza.
Okay, so maybe this place wasn’t all that bad. He did have to pay for the Coke and candy, but there was a note saying the pizza and hot dogs were on the house for guests. Seeing he was the only damn guest here, Dean took two boxes of individual slices.
“Enjoy.” The strange omega said on Dean’s way out.
Dean stepped back out into the chilly night air. The sun had gone down much faster than he expected. He made the lonely walk back to his room. If he had to stay in a nineties gone wrong room, at least he’d eat like a king.