Literature
Busted. Weecest
“Ok boys, get the stuff in the car, I’m going to return the key” John said, grabbing the key from Dean as the boys picked up their stuff.
“Yes Sir” Dean said, looking around the room once more as Sam came out of the bathroom.
Nodding to both of them, he left the room as the 15 year old picked up his lap top bag and put it over his shoulder. Walking to the office of the motel, he hummed lightly to himself, glad to be getting out of the town. Opening the door the little bell jingled and a small rush of cool air hit him as he walked in and the door closed behind him.
“Can I help you?” The woman behi