The rest of the road trip went by smoothly, with only a couple of colorful comments exchanged between you and Dean. Even you were surprised at how smoothly it went. How you and Dean ended up singing along to most of the songs on his cassette's, and how surprised Sam seemed to be when the two of you hadn't killed each other by the time you were pulling in to the small town in Colorado. 

When you weren't singing along with Dean, you enjoyed the scenery outside your window. Only driving through the state a handful of times, you had always thought it could be a place to settle down in. This town was located high in the mountains,  big pine trees crowding the side of the road, blocking your view of anything else. Aspen trees interspersed with the pine trees were beginning to turn a brilliant shade of yellow, with the oak brush below  turning a vibrant shade of red. Feeling the air grow cooler outside, you were grateful you had packed your heavier wear. Old, one story clapboard houses lined the streets, and if you blinked you would have missed main street, with his handful of small, colorful buildings. "This is a college town?" You asked, amazed that this small and quaint town could support college life.

"Yeah, it doesn't seem like the normal college scene." Dean agreed, before his surprised eyes met yours. It was another thing you guys had agreed on during this trip so far. And it was kind of scary, how in tune the two of you seemed to be.

"It's an old college. Built in 1908, the campus is still small, but caters to those who like the winter sports. There are four different ski areas within a half an hour from here." Sam explained. 

Dean just shrugged his shoulders before turning the Impala into an old, Tudor looking motel. It was two stories high, the bottom painted brown, while the top was white, with brown lines. It was old fashioned, and kind of cute in a run down way. The parking lot was packed, and you were nervous you wouldn't be able to get a room. "There's a rivalry football game here this weekend. Rooms could be hard to find." Sam answered, always able to explain everything it seemed like. It left you wondering how he had room to store so much information in that head of his.

"I'll go see." Dean said, hopping out of the car, and heading to the lobby, where you could see a young blonde  female host playing on her phone.  Watching as Dean came in, turning her attention away from her phone to the disruption.  Her face lit up, and she smoothed her uniform down before giving him a bright smile. Dean turned his charm on, giving her a huge smile, before leaning over the counter, blocking your view.

"Well, if it goes the way I think it will, we will have a room no matter if there was one or not. Just depends if Dean will spend the night in there with us or not." Sam chuckled. 

You shouldn't be feeling this weird, tugging at your chest. Dean was his own person, and he annoyed you to no end. You couldn't stand the man, but there was a small part of you that hated seeing him flirt with another woman.

After you had pulled your bag, along with Dean's from the trunk, you turned to see a triumphant Dean returning, with a key swinging from his hand. "Look what I talked her into! She had to cancel another couple's stay, but she said they wouldn't mind too much, that they would bunk with a friend. Room 114. Far end." He said proudly, before taking his bag from your outstretched hand.

Following him to the small room, you quickly stepped inside, out of the cold. It was just big enough for two double beds, a table and a dresser. The far end held a door, which no doubt led to a closet sized shower. Dean tossed his bag down on the bed closest to the door, while Sam placed his on the other. "Dean, did they have any other rooms?" You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

"Nope. Surprised we even go this one." He told you. "But don't worry. You can bunk down with me, or Sam. I don't bite, but I can't say the same for him." He teased, earning a glare from his brother.

"Dean." Sam growled, before turning a softer expression to you. "Y/N, you are more than welcome to take the bed. I can sleep on the floor." 

"No, she can sleep with me. You'll just end up tripping me if you're on the floor, and you take up too much room in a bed. I don't mind sharing." Dean stated, before heading to the bathroom, ending all your arguments before you could even voice them.

"That works." Sam shrugged, before turning on his laptop, getting down to research. Hearing the bathroom door opening, you turned to see Dean stepping out, looking even hotter than before. His hair was even spikier than before in the front, with a fresh grey and red flannel shirt on. He had splashed some more cologne on, and you could smell the intoxicating scent from where you sat on the bed.

"Sam, why don't you stay here, see what else you can find. Y/N and I will troll the bar nearest the college, see if we can gather any clues.. We'll bring back dinner later." Dean suggested, grabbing his coat to leave.

"Wait, if I'm going to the bar, I want to change. I'm not going like this." You argued.

"You look fine to me." Dean grumbled, but ended up sitting down across his brother, kicking his feet up on the table. Grabbing your bag, you went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Stripping out of your wrinkled flannel, you took out another shirt from your bag. It was a long sleeved shirt, but was form fitting with a deep V in the front, that could lace all  the way up if you wanted it to. It was a deep purple, which brought out the (eye color) in your eyes. Changing into your slim black jeans, you exchanged your normal hunting boots for a pair with a little more heel.  Brushing your hair out of it's braid, you let it swing down your back in waves. Adding some smokey eye shadow, and a hint of lipstick, you felt ready. You spritzed a little bit of perfume, before heading back outside.

"Took you long enough." Dean grumbled, without even looking away from the newspaper. Standing up, he grabbed his coat again, before finally giving you a glance. "Wow." He muttered, looking you up and down. "I can see why you changed."

"Thanks." You said. "It's easier to set traps if you look a little sweeter." You told him before walking out the door in front of him. You could hear Sam laughing as Dean slammed the door behind him.