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Tougher Than the Rest (3/15)

Title: Tougher Than the Rest
Chapter Title: Brilliant Disguise
Wordcount: 679 this chapter
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, OMC with appearances by Castiel and Crowley (in later chapters)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: It's set in the second half of season 6.
Disclaimer: If you recognize the character, it's not mine
Summary: Sam and Dean are checking out a mysterious death on the Jersey Shore. After a long day of research, all Dean wants to do is put up his feet and relax with the TV. The two men waiting in their motel room put an end to that.
A/N: This is a sequel two my first SPN fic In Spite of All the Danger The setting is the Jersey Shore, where I lived for 9 years (1978-1987). My sister coquillagement still lives there and helped me out in a few spots. The wonderful msninacat heard my plea for a beta and jumped right in. Thanks ever so!

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Alan and Ryan walked up the wide steps to the grand portico. They each slowed their gait to one appropriate for their outward age. They had practiced sounding older as well. The plan was that they would look at a condo and get a tour of the building and hopefully find what sparked the attack.

They were greeted at the door by a bubbly woman in a navy power suit and designer shoes. “Welcome to the Essex and Sussex! I’m Karen. How may I help you?”

“My name is Alan Kelly and this is my brother Ryan. We’d like to look at a condo.”

The woman’s eyes widened in recognition. “Gentlemen, it’s a pleasure! It’s not often with get rock legends such as yourselves. Please come this way.” Karen led them further into the open, bright lobby, pausing at the table under a magnificent chandelier. Alan could easily see the room in its heyday. “What made you choose the Essex and Sussex? You must have so many choices around the world.”

“We were looking in different areas outside the more trafficked places and read up on the Essex and Sussex. The location is wonderful and it’s close enough to New York. The photos do not do justice to the architecture.”

“The clientele are less likely to mob us for autographs, too,” added Ryan.

Karen gave a rehearsed fake laugh. “I’m sure. Let me show you the public rooms before I take you to the unit.”

“Of course.”

The brothers followed Karen as she took them to the grand lobby. “My mother was a big fan of yours and I grew up listening to your music. Oh, I am so sorry. You must get that all the time.”

“Not so much anymore,” Alan replied.

“It’s the true fanatics we want to stay away from,” Ryan added.

“Then you’ve chosen the right place.”

She then took them to the solarium, billiard room, and dining room. All the rooms were well appointed and in keeping with the history of the building. Alan said a few inanities to let Karen think he was paying attention when he was trying to picture how everything had looked 100 years ago. He caught Ryan shooting him dirty looks for some unknown reason.

Karen then took them to the piano lounge.

I can easily see myself spending time here,” Alan said. “Can’t resist a piano, me.”

“That billiard room looks rather inviting,” commented Ryan.

“Do you play, Mr. Kelly?”

“More pool than billiards.”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find a friendly game.”

[You’ve never played a friendly game of pool] Alan sent his brother. There was something wrong. It didn’t feel the same. The fact that Ryan didn’t send back a snide comment gave him added proof. But why? Cas! Maybe Cas got a few wires crossed when he was erasing their memories of what was to come.

He followed Karen and Ryan into the lift as they went up to the penthouse. Again, they went through the motions of looking at the unit, ooh-ing and ah-ing at the right moments. They didn’t have to pretend when it came to the view from the rooftop deck. The view was magnificent.

“This is just amazing,” Alan said. “I think we need to run a few numbers before we make a final decision.”

“Understandable,” Karen replied as she took them back to Reception.

Off to one side, Alan noticed some framed old photographs as well as other memorabilia. That could be a good place to look. They shook hands with Karen, who handed Ryan her card which included her mobile and email. The door opened and Dean and Sam entered in their FBI suits. That was their cue. “We’ll be in touch, Karen.”

They nodded to the Winchesters on the way out and walked to the car. Ryan called Sam and told him about the museum area. “Let’s get back to the hotel,” he said tersely.

“Sure.” Alan decided to wait until they were in the hotel room before opening the discussion about their abilities.

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