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Note: Milford is a real town in PA with a real haunted inn, according to the Shadowlands website. However, I’ve never been there and this town in the story is completely fictional, as are all the events and environs about it. The real Milford is most certainly nothing like what I envisioned for this fic. I have nothing against Milford, just thought the name was cool
Sam turned and looked at his brother.
“Dean, did you-“
“Yeah man, freaky.” Dean unhooked his seatbelt and opened the door. His stiff muscles protested as he stood but he ignored their message as he walked to the trunk.
Sam had pulled the release and Dean went directly to where the EMF meter was stored, also picking up a handgun filled with rock salt bullets. He knew Sam was probably grabbing the gun in the glove compartment so he flicked the device on and returned to the front of the car. Sam was already standing in front of the Impala gun in hand, turning in a slow circle to see if he could spot the mist. He’d turned the engine off so they could hear if anything was around, but left the lights on.
The headlights shone through the dark unimpeded, illuminating only pavement and gravel. The wind picked up and began to moan in the trees edging the otherwise quiet road. Dean swept the EMF meter around, slowly walking to where the figure had been moments ago. The meter emitted a low humming sound. Carefully, Sam edged to the trunk and reached for the video camera, eyes flicking around and gun ready to defend his brother. Camera in hand, he panned it around but nothing showed on the screen.
Dean walked a little further, ignoring the pain in his arm as he gripped the gun. He turned, holding out the meter, but other than the low humming it didn’t seem to detect anything. Full dark had now fallen over the empty road, and as Sam joined his brother he shivered from the cold. Branches moved by the wind swayed and seemed to dance, the wind whispering secrets only nature could decipher. Otherwise all was silent, too silent and Sam swallowed. Goosebumps raced along his arms and he almost jumped when Dean suddenly spoke beside him.
“Well something was sure here but it’s gone now. You get anything?”
Sam aimed the camera at the ground, and was unsurprised when all he saw was road. He shook his head. “Nope. Think it was just a random apparition?”
Dean shrugged and then grimaced as his body reminded him the painkillers had worn off.
“No idea. Think we’ve got our next case though.”
“Yeah, there should be a motel soon, we can check out the history of the area in the morning,” Sam replied, hoping his brother would agree. He felt exhausted now that the initial adrenaline rush had left.
“Want me to drive?” Dean offered, walking back to the car.
“No, I’m fine; you’re the one with the bum arm.”
“Could still take you though,” Dean grinned, wanting to lighten the atmosphere. There was something creepy about this road, and the fact that a ghostly figure had pointed at his brother had all his instincts on alert, despite the fact that the danger seemed to be past.
“Keep deluding yourself,” Sam muttered but grinned back. He placed the camera and his gun in the back seat in case they needed it quickly and shut the trunk.
Dean slid into the passenger’s seat, placing the gun and EMF meter in the glove compartment. Sam got back in the driver’s side and started the car, putting it in drive.
He drove slowly past the point the ghost had appeared, and the brothers heard the low humming. Sam glanced at his brother and Dean sighed, opening the glove compartment again. The EMF meter was still on. Sam bit his lip to keep from smiling. It wasn’t often that Dean forgot things. Then his almost smile turned to a frown as he realized his brother must be hurting and distracted. The sooner Dean was able to rest the better. Sam drove faster as the sign “Milford-3 miles” went by.
The wind was gaining strength as the trees were swaying on the side of the road and Sam quickly glanced upwards through the windshield, noticing the sky was filled with clouds. They were in for some rain. He noticed with relief a neon sign blinking ahead, “Milford Motel-vacancies”.
The sleek black car passed a billboard that featured a nice looking house with a large green lawn. Underneath there was lettering. “Welcome to Milford, PA, a safe place to live. Population 1104.” The “4” had been X-ed out and a “2” spray painted in red beside it.
The hair on the back of Sam’s neck prickled and the EMF meter whined. The brothers shared a glance and Sam stopped the car. Cautiously Dean held the meter outside of his open window, but its warning whine had subsided back into a hum. Sam slowly backed the car up and the humming stopped. He drove forward past the billboard again and the meter started humming again.
“Freaky,” Dean repeated. “You know, maybe we should stay at the next town.”
Just then there was a loud clap of thunder and a flash of lightning. The wind was now whipping through the trees and it was obvious to the seasoned travelers that driving conditions were going to deteriorate quickly.
Sam looked ahead at vacancy sign on the motel and sighed. “We can salt the windows and door.”
“Goes without saying,” Dean agreed, and he took the gun back out of the glove compartment and held onto it.
Something felt familiar about this place, but Sam couldn’t put his finger on what it was. His family had been all over the country however and many places seemed similar, so he shook off the feeling as he pulled into the parking lot of the motel.
“Be right back,” he said as he hurried to the office, cold air blasting his hair back and battering at his jacket.
Inside it was warm and cozy, a television playing a sitcom in the corner of the office that the grizzled man behind the desk appeared to be watching. Kindly blue eyes turned to look at Sam as he approached the desk. The older man had gray hair and a beard to match and opened an ancient-looking ledger as Sam reached him.
“Looks like you just beat the storm in. Will you be wantin’ a room?”
“Yes please, two beds,” Sam replied, somehow feeling at ease.
“You got it. Forty-nine ninety-nine a night, cash or credit.”
Sam produced the latest credit card he and Dean had received and the man took it, pointing to the ledger. Sam obediently scribbled the name on the card on the line as the man ran it through the register. Satisfied, he returned the credit card and held out his hand.
“Name’s Roy Hanley. Need anythin’ don’t be afraid to ask, though pretty much what you see is what we got. Which ain’t much.” Roy smiled, showing off some missing teeth.
Sam smiled back, shaking his hand. “Thanks. Would you have a vending machine? I don’t think we’ll head into town tonight and my brother has a bottomless stomach.”
Roy pointed to a display case on the other side of the room from the television. It was filled with the kind of junk food Dean loved. Spotting peanut M and M’s Sam grinned and a few minutes later headed back to the car, keys and a bag in hand.
The cold wind was blowing hard and he was shivering when he reached the car and handed the items to his brother to hold as he drove to their room. He parked in front and grabbed a bag from the trunk then he and Dean entered the room, flicking on the light.
Dean swept the EMF meter that he still held around, but it was silent and he gave Sam an approving nod.
“I’ll get the stuff, you can start salting,” Sam said and his brother glared at him. Sam used his puppy look, glancing pointedly at Dean’s injured arm.
Dean gave a long-suffering sigh. “Fine.” Then he smirked. “Then I get first shower too. Hope you like cold water.”
Sam heard the first pattering of drops through the open door. “Looks like I won’t have a choice,” he muttered and quickly grabbed what they needed from the car before he could get soaked.
Dean already had the first bag open on the bed closest to the door and was pouring the salt across the windowsill of the one window. Sam shut the door and the room was suddenly quiet. He hadn’t realized how loud the wind was until he noticed its absence.
Sam looked around, but the motel room was similar to dozens that they had stayed in over the years. Two beds, night table, television, desk, two chairs, bathroom, and a vent in the wall. The room even had a tiny fridge. Nothing weird. He felt familiarity prickle at him again but decided he was just tired.
“I’ll bandage your arm again after your shower,” Sam said as he dropped his bag on the other bed and Dean rolled his eyes.
The older brother finished salting the doorway and stalked to his bag, pulling out clean boxers and sweatpants. He headed to the bathroom, muttering “mother hen me to death” under his breath as he passed Sam.
Sam chuckled and shrugged out of his jacket. Half an hour later, he and Dean were settled in their beds, Dean’s arm freshly bandaged and the TV on as a storm raged outside. Inside the room the heat was turned on and Dean was happily munching on the candy, Sam surfing on the laptop and periodically yawning. He was trying to find out about the town, but when he read the same line three times he realized he might as well give up for the night.
Sam shut the laptop down and Dean turned off the television. The window rattled from a blast of wind and then settled, the rain beginning to slow down.
“Think we’ll stay another night?” Sam asked sleepily as he shut the light and settled in his bed, feeling the comforting presence of the salt filled gun under his pillow.
“Depends on what’s going on with the road ghost,” Dean replied, settling his arm under his pillow to feel the hilt of his favorite knife, knowing another gun and the EMF meter lay within reach in the night table’s one drawer. The pain killers he’d taken at Sam’s insistence were doing their job and he allowed himself to close his eyes and rest.
“’Night Sammy,” he said.
Sam sighed and just replied, “’Night Dean.”
Soon the room was quiet except for some light snoring as the clouds outside began to clear.
A short distance from the motel in a lone deserted house on the edge of town a door slammed with no one nearby to hear it. It opened and then slammed shut again. The wind had long since died down.
Still here? I have a feeling that this dragged somewhat, but hopefully it’ll pick up soon. Thanks for reading and have a good day