Dean swerved the Impala slowly into the gravel area at the front of the small motel. Sam looked out the window, and squinted in the dark at the building they were staying in; at a glance, Sam guessed that it could only hold around twenty guests, and he wouldn’t be surprised if they were the only guests inhabiting it for the inayofuata few nights. The exterior looked a little worse for wear, and the bricks had begun to deteriorate and crumble from the harsh winters the area had had in hivi karibuni years. There was only one light on, which looked like the reception at the front of the building, and Sam...
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