But it could be a physical explosion too, and that would be really messy. All blood and guts and gloop all over the walls. It would be one hell of a soiling charge if it happened in a motel. Rude, Dean. Very rude.
"What's this? Putting me to bed are you, Mom? Do I get a bedtime story?" Okay, so maybe Sam could be a bit of a jerk, but it was all in fun. Besides, he wasn't prepared to give in to whatever the fuck was happening to his insides.