"Stay...here?" He didn't know about that. It would be awkward and uncomfortable and...pretty much the story of his life. Sam considered Heather for a moment, knowing that if he didn't try and bail fast then he'd have to pull over and sleep somewhere else anyway. He'd lost a good bit of blood, even if Heather had managed to stop the flow. Being stabbed by a knife wasn't exactly a walk in the park. But he was good at keeping whatever pain it brought him hidden. At least until now, when the after effects started to kick in. He didn't even want to think about how tomorrow was gonna be. And Dean. Sam wasn't going to get started there.
He took a step back and blinked a little. His head felt lighter. He hated that.
"There's the couch," he managed, nodding a little. "Yeah. Uh, all right. I'll just...I have clothes." He and Dean had made a habit out of keeping their belongings in the Impala in the event that they needed to skip town in a hurry. Hadn't really been the case here, but it was hard to break an old habit. They kind of went half and half on it. Some stuff in the hotel room, others stuffed away in the backseat of the car. "I'll go get them. And meet you upstairs, I guess -- are you sure this is okay?"