They had a key, to some place God knew where, but he was going to make sure they stopped off in a motel for the night first. They'd had way too much crap hit them in the past few days to simply put up with driving for hours on end and pretending to just not be upset, even though they both obviously were.
The radio wasn't even on, that was how obvious it was that they were both damn unhappy.
Glancing over at Sam, Dean sighed slightly. "You wanna try sleeping? I can put a soft rock station on for ya?" He knew that knocked Sam out quickly.