Death at a HotelDeath at a HotelDeath at a Hotel6 hours ago in Short Stories
"It's cold," Evan says, warming his hands around a cup. The tea has steam floating above it, drifting, dissolving. He can see his breath, drifting, dissolving. In and out, in and out.
No one answers. The foyer of the hotel is empty, his last guests signed out that morning. The cold chills him to the bone, makes his limbs ache with fatigue. He's not getting any younger. Everything in the hotel is old, the furniture, the décor, the smell, himself. It's far too cold, he thinks.
He leaves the reception desk, goes up the stairs to the now vacated rooms. Unlocks the doors, checks the rooms. For the most part they're tidy, the sheets will need changed, all of the rooms will need hoovered. He reminds himself to do it later.
He locks the doors again, goes back to the foyer. His tea is cold. He sighs. It's not supposed to be so cold in the summer.
The man arrives two days later, driving an antique of a car and dressed in black. He carries a suitcase and a stern loo
Now (Dean x Vampire!Reader)Dean leaned down and kissed me. I smiled when he pulled away. "I love you" "I love you too"Now (Dean x Vampire!Reader)8 hours ago in Fantasy
We had met at a bar 3 months ago. I met up with him as frequently as possible, usually at motels, sometimes at my house. He said his house was trashed form his work. When I asked him about his job, he dodged the question. I didn't mind. He was probably a stripper.
I giggled. "What are you laughing at?" He asked with a smirk.
Out of nowhere, a ghoul appeared from behind the doorway, approaching the man quietly. My jaw dropped.
Dean smiled "C'mon, no need to be shy." He said.
I shook my head and pointed behind him. He gave me a strange look but glanced behind, doing a double take before pulling a gun from the inside of his jacket (was I dating a serial killer o r??), his jacket slipping off in the process, and shooting it straight between the eyes.
"God. I thought Sam and I finished those things off." He muttered. I stiffened. He was-
"So. Secret's out. I'm a hunter." Dean said with a light laugh.