After hanging around a bit in the lobby with Chet, the front desk secretary left with Sam right on his tail. Turning a random corner, the giant lost Chet to a vending machine. While looking around, something sharp met his neck, forcing him to bring a finger to his chin. Blood slowly began to ooze from the cut, dousing his finger in crimson.

-

"I'm not one to entirely ask about things like this, it's more of Sam's thing-- but what's up with you and your bond?" Dean asked as they waited in the elevator.

(Y/n) sighed quietly and watched the lights illuminate around them. "Didn't answer the call, I don't know. The bond's getting stronger, and it might have to do with the time we've had it. Our bond's on the second stage out of three. Gabriel also mentioned that because he's an archangel and not a normal angel, our bond's a lot stronger..."

Dean made a face. "What's the third stage, and how do you get to it? I just want you to be safe."

(Y/n)'s face flushed as her mind wrapped around how to get to the third. "This bond is achieved through sex." "Nothing that you would approve of."

The topic quickly dropped when the elevator doors opened. A silent understanding fell that this would be talked about later. Hopefully, with Gabriel by her side too.

(Y/n) pulled out Sam's EMF and switched it on while Dean trailed beside her, his hand in close reach of the inside of his jacket. The device whirred as they passed the rooms, suddenly growing in noise when a room erupted with an elephant's call.

Scrunching up her face (Y/n) grabbed her brother's jacket and dragged their bodies back. But in the place of an elephant, a weighted dark-skinned man wrapped a white towel around his waist.

Dean looked taken-aback as he had sworn he also heard an elephant.

"This ain't no peep show!" The man barked, rushing to the door while holding tightly onto the towel, slamming it shut with a final offensive glare at the two.

Dean, still very-much confused, looked at his sister, then continued forward. Perhaps it was a trick for the eyes.

-

"An elephant?" Sam repeated slowly. They had met back up at the elevator, all coming back with nothing on their search for answers.

"Are you sure?"

Dean and (Y/n) nodded. "Yeah," they confirmed in unison.

"Like... an elephant," Sam repeated once more, not yet believing their words.

"Like, full-on Babar," Dean confirmed again.

Sam's face scrunched up. "So, what the hell is..." he trailed off when they faced the lobby-- which had been full of people before. "Where is everybody?"

While Sam and Dean looked around for any sign of life, (Y/n) walked over to the entrance and tried both pushing and pulling on the door's handle. Neither option budged the doors.

"Let me guess-- locked." (Y/n) shot her brother a glare. "So, what? The roaches check-in, they don't check out?"

Sam frowned, going over all of the events that happened. "Think about how we got here... that detour on I-90? The friggin' hurricane?"

"You saying we were led here?"

Sam nodded. "Like rats in a maze..." he turned to (Y/n), who looked troubled. "Dammit, Sammy. We should've listened to her."

-

Deciding to begin their new search as a team, the Winchesters poked around the lobby floor of the hotel: bathrooms, staff rooms, the break room, and finally the kitchen.

(Y/n)'s nose scrunched up at the smell of everything around them. Dean walked over to a pot that was boiling with a red liquid. He muttered continuously, "Please be tomato soup" over and over again. But when he lifted the spoon, two eyeballs were swimming in the liquid, making the three groan in disgust.

"Motel hell."

Sam walked to the back towards a door that was labeled 'Meat Storage.' Multiple faces and hands popped up in the window, forcing a gasp of surprise from his mouth.

"HELP US! GET US OUT!" Sam pulled his lockpicking kit from his pocket, shakily fumbling around in an attempt to get it out.

"Hurry up!" Dean shouted.

Sam looked up, his face drawing falling at his brother. "I'm going as fast as I--"

"There's somebody behind me, isn't there?" Dean asked, making (Y/n) whip around- only to be grabbed in return.