( Sam & Jess) One bottle of BaconLube from their stash, tipped over on the dresser. The cap is still on, but there are a few lube-y fingerprint smudges on the side, and a small smear of it. In the smear: cant stop the baconlube!!!
( Castiel ) The shower in his adjoining bathroom has been left running for hours at full-hot. In the steam on the mirror: this fucking sucks man.
( Bobby ) The next time he looks at his phone, an unsent text-message to an unavailable number: sry to party w/o u but u were late. :(