As soon as Dean and Sam finished their meals, they grabbed their sister and started the journey to their shared room. Two queen-sized beds and an elegant couch, perfect for the siblings.

A couple right next to their room were having a heated make-out session, the woman giggling as she started to remove his clothes. Dean pointed to them with a grin, earning an eye roll from (Y/n).

"Oh, what are you, twelve?" Sam scoffed, smiling at his sister's reaction and Dean's face.

Dean shrugged, taking one last look at the couple before unlocking their door. "I'm young at heart."

The room that the eldest had chosen looked like something straight out of a movie, or something that they couldn't afford. The two queen-sized beds were side-by-side, only separated by a small nightstand with an exotic white lamp illuminating light. An equally elegant pull-out couch was set against the wall under the window.

The uneasy feeling at the pit of (Y/n)'s stomach grew once more as she looked around. Sam's expression matched hers. He was beginning to regret agreeing with Dean.

Dean whistled as his eyes scanned the room. "Wow. Look at this." He went straight to the bed that was closest to the window, setting his bag right on top. "We're like Rockefellers." His smile grew when he noticed a small piece of candy on top of his pillow. "Chocolates!"

That grabbed (Y/n)'s attention, making her rush over to the couch in the hope of seeing the same, and she did. "You want yours?" He asked Sam.

"Knock yourself out," Sam replied with a sigh.

Dean's gaze snapped from the chocolate and to a cylinder-shaped ad stand. "Woah," he turned it so Sam could see the blonde woman and name on the front. "'Casa Erotica 13' on demand." A wide grin grew on his face as the younger Winchester scoffed.

"What?"

"Isn't this place kind of... in the middle of nowhere?"

"So?" He was still failing to miss his siblings' points.

Sam sighed. "So what's a four-star hotel doing on a no-star highway?" It earned a shrug from Dean and (Y/n) bitch-faced her older brother. "Wanna back me up here, (Y/n)?"

Very loud moans and thumping coming from the other side of the wall halted (Y/n)'s next statement. She inwardly rolled her eyes when the topic of the hotel disappeared from the room. No one ever listens to the youngest sibling.

A thud and the wall cracking open grabbed everyone's attention. Dean set down the chocolates and cylinder then chased after Sam into the other room, (Y/n) right at their tail.

The room that the couple had been in was empty. No trace of anyone having been there was seen, besides the messed up duvet and sheets on the king-sized bed.

"Hello?" Dean called, slowly walking toward the bed in search of an answer.

Sam walked to where the open-bathroom was, in search of an answer there. "Hello?"

(Y/n)'s eyes fell on the white carpet when something flashed. She bent down, picking up an engagement ring. "Guys..." Sam and Dean stared at it, thoughts racing on what caused this to happen and where the couple had been taken.

-

"The, uh, the room next to ours... t-the couple that are, uh, joined at the lips, have you seen them?" The siblings had gone straight to the front desk, hoping to get an answer out of Chet.

Chet looked between the siblings, avoiding (Y/n)'s narrowed eyes. "Mr. and Mrs. Logan-- the honeymooners?" He looked at the computer and typed a few things in. "They checked out," he smiled slightly at the siblings. "Is something the matter?"

"They checked out?" (Y/n) repeated slowly, disbelief was in her tone.

Chet nodded. "Mmhmm-- just now." He gave Sam and Dean a full-toothed smile.

"Really? It sort of seemed like... they were in the middle of something." (Y/n) pressed, only getting a shrug from the front desk secretary.

Dean looked to the floor, finally catching up on (Y/n)'s warning when they first arrived. "Yeah, it's kind of weird for honeymooners to, uh, check out without this," he lifted the engagement ring up.

"Oh, dear," Chet frowned and took it from him. "I'll just put that right in the lost and found. Don't you worry." He was once again talking to the brothers, avoiding (Y/n)'s deadly glare. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Dean shook his head. "Uh, no. No, we're good."

"Super-fantastic." The secretary turned around and put the ring on the counter behind him while the siblings walked away.

The youngest sighed. "I hate saying this, guys, but I told you so." Her brothers bitch-faced her.

"Alright, well," Dean clapped his hands together, ignoring the bit of blood from his sister. "I'll scope out the joint with (Y/n), Sam-- keep an eye on Norman Bates over here." They shared a sigh while Dean shook his head. "I mean, one night off. Is that too much to ask?"