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Who: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Where: Motel somewhere in Nevada
When: After the drive from L.A.
Rating: PG-13ish
Status: Complete
Sam refrained from making faces as Dean reparked the car, so he'd be able to see it out of their dirty motel room window, but he couldn't keep the look of shock mixed with disgust and amusement off his face as they entered some kind of paisley palace room.
There were intricately decorated curvy teardrops everywhere, in every hue from burgundy to navy blue. The carpeting, the bedspreads, the wallpaper, were all crawling with patterns that hadn't been in style for several decades and, even then, not with this level of intricacy and sheer pattern density.
Tossing his duffel and the quickmart bags down by the furthest bed, he huffed a laugh and sat, his mind utterly boggled and his eyes aching from design overload. He felt like he'd just walked into some kind of 1970s patchwork carpet bag.
Where: Motel somewhere in Nevada
When: After the drive from L.A.
Rating: PG-13ish
Status: Complete
Sam refrained from making faces as Dean reparked the car, so he'd be able to see it out of their dirty motel room window, but he couldn't keep the look of shock mixed with disgust and amusement off his face as they entered some kind of paisley palace room.
There were intricately decorated curvy teardrops everywhere, in every hue from burgundy to navy blue. The carpeting, the bedspreads, the wallpaper, were all crawling with patterns that hadn't been in style for several decades and, even then, not with this level of intricacy and sheer pattern density.
Tossing his duffel and the quickmart bags down by the furthest bed, he huffed a laugh and sat, his mind utterly boggled and his eyes aching from design overload. He felt like he'd just walked into some kind of 1970s patchwork carpet bag.