lol, failz
Sam watched her go. Sighing, he walked over to the Impala and went around to the passenger side, pulling out the equipment that he'd brought with him to the hotel. Hauling it around back to the trunk, he stuffed it inside and slammed the trunk shut. Then he opened the back door to the right, pried out a clean shirt and some pants to sleep in, and shut the door behind him. Remembering to both turn the car off and lock the doors, Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, leaning against the vehicle as he texted Dean, letting him know that he wasn't going to be able to make it home on account of him getting caught up with stuff. He knew he'd hear hell from him when it came to the Impala, but Sam was also aware of the fact that the idea of him staying over at Heather's would only imply one thing in Dean's mind. That would have probably made him even more insufferable, as he tended to tease and torment and root him on over things that generally were not happening.
Slipping the phone back into his pocket along with the keys, Sam snatched up his clothes from the hood of the car and walked into the apartment building. When he reached Heather's door, he knocked at it and waited.