Ying199

"I'm telling you, Sam, it's not a haunting." Dean Winchester roughly twisted the key into the lock, pushing the creaky motel room door open with a foot. The hinges whined in protest, echoing miserably down the narrow hall. His brother followed him inside, worn luggage in hand. "Tenured professor throws himself headfirst out of a fourth-story window for no reason, and you think it's not a haunting?" The derision in Sam’s voice was palpable. "He's an intellectual. Intellectuals are weird..." Dean paused, shooting a deliberate look behind him at the third member of their party. "...case in point." Abby ignored the comment as they brushed roughly past the two much taller men and pushed their way into the dingy room. They'd been dealing with the verbal barbs and annoyed expressions for several weeks at this point, and they were becoming well-practiced at adopting an attitude of total disregard. "I'm flattered you think of me as an intellectual, Winchester." They smirked, eyes glinting