I got the idea for this story when I saw the movie 1408. It made me wonder what would happen to Sam and Dean in a similar situation. I hope you like it!

"You have got to be kidding me!" Dean yelled angrily as he crouched in a muddy puddle of water beside the Impala. Sam stood behind him, hands shoved in his pockets and his hood pulled up over his head, trying in vain to escape getting totally drenched by the pouring rain. A bolt of lightning lit up their surroundings for a brief moment, and in that moment Sam was finally able to see what Dean was so upset about. "So we've got a flat tire, then?" he said lamely.

Dean glared up at him. "What gave you that idea? Was it the massive nail sticking out of it, because that was my first clue."

It was just one of those days, Sam thought. "Well, do we have a spare tire?"

Dean shook his head and his glare deepened. "No…we used it a few months ago and with everything that's been happening I kept forgetting to get another one…damn it!" He stood up, opened the door and got back inside the car.

Sam walked around and got in the other side, glad to get out of the rain. It didn't really make a difference though, because even though they had only been outside for a few minutes they were already soaked. "Where are we anyway?" He asked his brother. Dean just shrugged, "Somewhere in Pennsylvania…I think."

"You think??" Sam asked in disbelief.

"Hey, don't look at me like that! I didn't see you giving me any great driving directions, college boy!"

"I was asleep! Sleeping people don't usually give directions, Dean!" Sam said, stating the obvious. He sighed, and took another look out the window. It was eleven' o'clock at night and pitch black out, and all he could see were lots of trees. He looked back at Dean. "What map were you using?"

Dean met his eyes and then looked away. "Map?"

"You weren't using a map?!" Sam shouted. "We could be anywhere!"

"I was thinking about…about…stuff, okay?" Dean said defensively. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

Sam's next comment died on his lips, and he just sat back further in his seat and looked out the window at their bleak surroundings. Dean had been thinking…God only knew what he had been thinking about. At this point in their lives they both had enough worries and painful memories to keep them thinking every second of every day, but all in all it was best not to think about them and instead pretend that things were okay. At least, that was Dean's philosophy. Sam glanced at his brother and was about to say something but Dean beat him to it.

"Do you see that?" Dean asked. "There's a light straight ahead of us to the left a little—the trees are blocking most of the light but it's still there."

Sam looked where Dean was pointing and saw a faint light shining in the distance. "Yeah, I see it. So what?"

"So, let's go check it out." Dean said, and opened his door. Sam stared at him. "Are you crazy?? It's pouring out there! Why don't we just spend the night in the Impala and then look for help in the morning?"

Dean looked away. "I'm not tired, Sammy." he said softly, and then shut the door and started walking down the road toward the light.

Sam stared at him for a moment. "This is crazy…" he muttered to himself, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. He knew, however, that in a moment he was going to get out of the car and follow his brother. They would stick together no matter what…at least for another year. Sam shook his head, shoving that unwanted thought to the back of his mind. He opened the door and got out of the car.

The light ended up being a streetlamp, and it illuminated an ancient looking three-story building that a faded and peeling wooden sign labeled 'Mountain Top Inn'. They hurried up the walkway and onto the wooden porch which creaked under their feet. Dean tried the doorknob but it was locked, so he banged on the door instead. "Anyone in there?" he shouted.

"Dean, stop! This is an Inn, people might be asleep!" Sam said, grabbing onto his arm to stop the loud noise.

"That's the idea Sam, if they're awake they can let us in." Dean said, grinning. He turned back to the door and resumed pounding on it, "Helloo!! Rise and shine, people!"


"What?" he asked innocently. Inside the Inn a light went on and the door opened to reveal an old woman wearing an old tattered nightgown. Her hair was gray and pulled straight back into a tight bun at the base of her neck. "Hello boys." she said kindly. "Please, come in out of the rain." she stepped out of the way and they walked into the entrance hall.

Sam looked around and realized that, despite being in the middle of nowhere, this hotel wasn't all that bad. The room was well lit with elegant crystal lamps on wooden stands and there was a large staircase in the back that led straight up to the other floors. The carpet was a rich cream color, and the walls were papered with a floral pattern and covered with old paintings. The old woman shut and locked the front door and then turned to face them. "Hello, dearies. I'm so sorry I couldn't get to the door sooner, but I was sleeping and wasn't expecting anyone. My name is Mrs. Winters, and I am the owner of this Inn. What can I do for you two?"

Sam smiled at her. "Actually, our car got a flat tire near here and we need a room for the night."

The woman frowned. "Oh. I'm so sorry young man, but the Inn is totally full tonight. You see, there's a hunting competition a few miles from here tomorrow morning—"

"Look, we need a place to stay for the night, and I'm not going back out there in this storm, it's pissing buckets out there." Dean said.

"What my brother means," Sam interjected quickly, "Is that we'd greatly appreciate anything you could do to accommodate us."

"Wellll…" the woman said slowly, "There is one room…but we never let anyone stay in it, because of what happened before."

"What do you mean?" Sam questioned her. "What happened?"

Mrs. Winters paused, deep in thought. Then she sighed and shook her head. "Nothing. Nothing happened. It was a long time ago, anyway. I'm sure it's perfectly safe now to use the room." Her voice trailed off and she looked away. Sam stared at her, confused.

"Sounds perfect." Dean said, oblivious to the woman's discomfort. "Just give us the key and room number and we'll be perfectly happy and you can go back to bed."

Mrs. Winters nodded slowly, and walked over to the front desk. She pulled a tarnished old fashioned key out and sat it down in front of them. "Room 37." she said, in a hushed voice. "Third floor."

"Thank you." Sam said, and took the key.

Dean looked at him. "Sam, why don't you go ahead up to the room while I pay the kind woman."

"Okay." Sam said, and turned to leave.

"Wait!" the woman yelled suddenly and grabbed his wrist. Sam turned around and stared at her. "Be careful." she whispered, her eyes sad and full of fear. "Be careful."

It'll get better after this chapter, I promise! I kinda had to get it started first.

This is my first fanfic, so reviews are greatly appreciated!