Dean kept his eyes fixed to the screen while Sammy bustled around, packing up all their things. By the time the credits began to roll, the motel room looked exactly the way it had when they’d entered it a couple of days before. As usual, there was no sign that they’d ever been there and Dean wondered just when Sammy might start wiping the places they stayed of fingerprints too.
“Yeah, I’m ready. Just gotta grab my jacket and we can get on the road.” Getting on the road was truly the last thing Dean wanted to do tonight. He was tired, his head ached and the rain was coming down in torrents. But he couldn’t be bothered arguing. Maybe once they got to wherever the job was…he’d already forgotten…things would be better.
Turning his collar up against the wind and rain, he hurried to the car, tossing the keys to Sam after just a moment’s hesitation. “You wanna drive?”