"Alright. Ground rules - no eating chip in bed. Seriously, Dean, you get crumbs everywhere. You're worse than a kid. It's like sleeping on sandpaper." Well, at least Sam wasn't putting up a fuss about sharing with Dean himself. After all, a king was better than a single - it beat sleeping on the floor, that was for sure.
Once inside, Sam locked the door, set down the bags and turned on the television - not that there was anything of interest on, it was more for the background noise. "So... We were supposed to grow up to be Men of Letters..." Funny how no hunter they'd ever met had heard of them, and none of the gazillion books they had read had ever mentioned them. You'd've thought there'd been some mention of them somewhere. He wished Bobby was here to ask him.