Written by: gooberlanes13

Edited by: KariGorsuch

"Fuck." gasped Bri, forcing her gaze to shoot down into my lap. "He saw us."

"Jesus fuck...here they come," I whispered, glancing at the bartender, hoping to catch their eye, to hopefully signal that we were in distress. "Shit."

We watched in horror as the two guys entered the doors, casually scanning the room and slowly making their way over to the booth we were occupying. I felt my cheeks flushing red as Bri slid her hand slowly down to her waist to be ready just in case she needed to allow the pistol on her side to do the talking for us.

"So, that's how you get a guy's attention?" Dean exhaled, sliding into the booth, adjusting his leather jacket, again, and sat across from me as Sam followed and nodded politely at both of us. I watched as Dean eyed me, the same way he did at the bar, before nodding and gesturing to the bartender.

"Can we help you?" Bri growled, glaring between the two.

"Actually, you can." smiled Sam, as the bartender sat down a pitcher of beer and clinked four glasses as he sat them down together in between Sam and Bri.

"There you are, I'll be back for your order when I can." the bartender spoke quickly before disappearing back behind the bar and leaving the four of us alone.

"Okay, how?" Bri spoke firm, clearly and focused as Dean looked up from pouring himself a glass of beer.

"By letting me take the 'stang for a spin." He nodded, almost gesturing a toasting gesture before downing half the glass.

"In your dreams." I smirked, as Dean's eyes shot into mine.

"Seriously, where did you learn to drive like that?" Sam inquired, in a softer tone than anyone was using so far.

"I have my ways." Bri shrugged, crossing her arms and leaning back into the booth seat.

"Better question," I smirked, raising my hand as if I was in school, getting everyone's attention. "Why are you guys stalking us?"

"Why'd you follow us?" Dean shot back, tilting his head, assessing me.

With a slight blush coming over my cheeks, Bri chimed in to save face.

"It started out as a shot in the dark for a race," Bri watched as Sam sipped on the glass of beer without breaking eye contact as she spoke. "Then it turned into - that movie -" she gestured frantically with her hands, looking at me for help.

"- Wrong Turn?" I guessed as she grinned at my horror movie knowledge and gestured that I was correct.

"Literally." Dean commented, hearing a small glare from me.

"Well, I'd be lying if I said it was a mistake in identity." Sam admitted, lowering his gaze periodically. "But we figured out who you two were and had to talk to you."

"So you stalk us back to the Stanley?" Bri asked, lowering her hand to her pistol again, earning a snatch on the knee from me under the table, only for me to immediately let go when I was startled by a glass of freshly poured beer being placed in front of me.

I looked up at Dean, who was avoiding my eye now - for some reason - and grinning silently to himself. I couldn't help but take in his 'bad boy' image, his goofy mannerisms and the way he just kept trying to focus on the conversation, but his eyes kept landing on me.

"Besides, how do you two know each other?" I asked, getting his attention, yet again.

"Brothers." They spoke deep and in unison as they mirrored each other by leaning back into their side of the booth.

"Interesting." Bri nodded, looking over at me with her suspicion wide eyed stance.

"What about you two -?" started Sam, pointing at the both of us as Dean interrupted.

"- they're best friends." He smiled, leaning forward onto the table, grinning that gorgeous grin he used on me at the bar.

Bri shot me a glare, my guess was for sharing that information with him, but she suddenly glanced down at my V cut shirt and nodded, which meant I was to use my cleavage to my advantage (again).

"So, why don't we cut the shit..." I spoke up, forcing the confidence, catching the trio off guard. I, then, leaned onto the table top to mimic Dean, while ensuring my breasts were hugging my cleavage cut just right. I smiled as Dean's eyes shot down to my chest, "...why are you here?"

"There's a wolf." Dean spoke slowly and almost dazed, as Bri's eyes squinted at Dean.

"Dean!" Sam elbowed Dean hard in the ribs, causing him to break eye contact with my chest while he reacted to the hard jab to his ribs. He sighed heavily, only to make eye contact with me again and I watched as his gaze softened a little.

"Slick." Dean hummed, pointing at me and chuckling as he raised his beer glass to his lips, and although he was drinking, he never broke eye contact with me over the rim of the glass, despite my periodic glance while listening to Bri and Sam.

"A wolf?" Bri inquired, allowing her eyebrow arch in suspicion.

"Yes," Sam heaved a heavy sigh, glaring at Dean. "A wolf."

"So much for bugs." I shot, earning a small sexy glare from Dean, which I decided to try and 'ignore' this time - attempting to 'play hard to get,' if you will.

"Seriously?" Bri pushed, shaking her head at their words.

"So, you two are going to take care of this 'wolf' problem?" I asked, utilizing air quotes.

"Yes." Dean spoke again, smiling stupidly as Sam heaved another deep sigh and buried his face in his hands. "Not the kind you're thinking of. And if you're smart, you'll stay far away from the Grande." His words hung heavy in the air, a far cry from the teasing man he had been moments ago.

"How did you -?" I started, but Bri interjected.

"- Sam saw what I was reading at the Library." Bri turned back to the Brothers, "What did you mean by more of a reason, what other reason would there be - there's nothing up there?"

"You really don't believe in the paranormal, do you?" Sam asked, his grin disarming, as if daring Bri to prove him wrong. For the first time in a while, she hesitated, her usual confidence faltering under the weight of his gaze.

"No. I don't believe in myths, legends or fairy tales Sam, and I'm surprised you guys do..." she smirked, clearing her throat, noticing Sam's half convinced eyes as she shot. "What? I really don't."

"You don't like beer either." Dean shot, stuffing his face with chips that no one had noticed the bartender had sat down.

"No, she doesn't." I smirked, gesturing to the bartender to come to our table, as I slid the beer he had poured for me back across the table. "Two Kinkys please!"

"Kinky?" Dean pepped up, grinning across the table at me.

"It's Vodka." I shot back, watching his face fall as the bartender nodded and disappeared again.

"Besides, I thought I wasn't a stranger anymore, you could accept drinks from me." Dean leaned onto the table again, causing Sam and Bri to watch him closely.

"You weren't a stranger, until you stalked us here." I spoke prettily as two cute skinny tall glasses were placed in front of us with pink liquid in them.

"Good point." shrugged Dean, slowly placing a chip on his tongue and eyeing his brother.

Sam frowned at the empty pitcher and sighed as he rose to his feet and adjusted his jacket. He leaned over the table, into Bri's shoulder and whispered- low and insistent, "Just please, don't go up there."

My eyes went wide at the burning cheeks that became apparent on Bri's face as Sam leaned back up to gesture Dean to follow.

Dean nodded, downing the rest of his beer, along with my beer glass and stuffing a few more chips into his mouth before he rose to his feet as well. He adjusted his Leather jacket and pointed at Bri, with a small nod and then pointed at me with a wink before they pushed their way out of the bar area.

"What the hell was that?" I almost squealed, fanning myself.

"Why are you fanning yourself?" Bri giggled, nudging me.

"I told you, Dean's fucking hot." I smiled as Bri shook her head as she took a swig of her Kinky drink. "Sam's cute too..." I smirked, nudging her this time.

"He is." Bri smiled and I watched as she hesitated and took another sip of her Kinky glass.

"Yeah," I sighed, moving to put money on the table as the bartender came over as we rose and waved his hand in disapproval of my payment. "We haven't paid yet sir."

"The guys paid for you before they left." He spoke quickly, gathering all the, now, empty glasses and disappearing behind the bar again.

"Maybe they're not creepers after all..." I shrugged, earning a glare from Bri. "...I said maybe, maybe."

"Let's get some sleep," Bri said, standing up and brushing invisible crumbs off her lap. Her voice had an edge of finality, but I could tell she was just as rattled by the brothers as I was. "We'll head to the Grande tomorrow."

"I'll address that in a second," I held up my index finger and once we reached the first landing, I gestured to all the different mirrors hung on the wall. "Did you know that this is considered to be a vortex?'

"A vortex?" Bri echoed, looking up the beautifully bloody red wallpapered wall to the many, many mirrors beaming back down at us. "How so?"

"Mirrors are considered to be a pathway for spiritual activity." I explained as we continued climbing the stairs. "With so many of them in one place, it's bound to be like a train station or an airport for them."

"A dead train station...a dead airport?" Bri grinned as I just rolled my eyes. "Do we have to climb the stairs all the way up?"

"Bri," I chuckled as Bri started up another staircase, but stopped short. "The elevator is over here..." I pointed, pushing the button to our floor.

"Thank fuck!" she yawned following me into the elevator.

"Morning already?" I yawned, as Bri shoved a warm hazelnut latte in my hands as I stumbled out of the same elevator we had entered the night before. "I feel like I didn't sleep at all.."

"You didn't." Bri spoke flatly. "You wouldn't shut the fuck up about Dean" She giggled, playfully shoving me as we started down the stairs.

"Girl, you're about to add me to the body count of this hotel." I smirked, sipping the hot coffee and grinning at Bri's laughter. "Have you heard from him yet?"

"Who?" Bri asked, glaring over at me, hardening my eyes at her. "Jared?" she groaned as we finally made it to the bottom of the stairs and started to make our way out the front door.

"Yes, I know he was blowing up your phone between your flight from Austin to Denver." I elaborated, but only looked away from her long enough to freeze.

"Yeah that was fucking annoying..." Bri spoke slowly as she followed my eyes to the Mustang. "...what the fuck?"

We approached the Mustang with caution as we sat our bags, and my coffee, inside before lifting the windshield wipers to pull both silver objects off the wipers. They were silver bracelets with a small note attached to Bri's that just read:

D + S

"Those guys left us these..." Bri smirked, looking from the tiny ripped piece of paper and to the bracelets.

"...weird." I smirked, ducking into the driver's seat. "My turn!" I chimed as I slid the bracelet into my jacket pocket and watched Bri slowly duck into the passenger side, still examining the note and bracelet.

"Very fucking weird." Bri sighed, crumbling up the paper and stuffing it in the tiny gas station bag we had hanging off the driver's seat, and placing her bracelet into her jacket too. "Now, I know it's a manual and you're only used to driving -"

The Mustang lurched forward as I began pushing the clutch, shifting gears and enjoying the roar of our car.

"Damn, alright." Bri nodded, impressed as she twisted the dial so that the old radio would blare our favorite 80s tunes. "There we go!"

I just smiled back at her as I tore down the highway, windows down and our hair blowing all over the place while we sang to the top of our lungs. It only took 3 hours and about 20 minutes, before I pulled the Mustang up, shoving the clutch in and pulling the parking brake.

"Well, well, well..." I sighed, cutting the engine.

"What?" Bri asked, looking up from the backseat, where she was grabbing some bags.

I pointed over her shoulder, to which her eyes followed and we both stared at that same black Impala from last night, sitting in the shade of the looming Grande Hotel.

We paused, the sight of the black Impala striking like a jolt of electricity. Bri shot me a look, her brow furrowing in a way that told me she was as rattled as I was. Neither of us spoke as we stepped out of the Mustang, tension thickening with each step toward the Grande.