Dean closed the door before he just came out with it. "The Soulsword didn't work. I already checked it out. Made me feel like shit, but other than that, nada." He knew that Sam wouldn't buy his bullshit, but he held his head up and said it like it wouldn't get him in trouble anyway.
Truthfully, just standing up straight was kind of a pain in the ass right now. His shoulders felt heavy. He'd give anything to go back to his room --- his real room, with all his guns on the wall and the sheets he'd actually driven to the next town over to buy. Being here had its upsides, but the downsides were pretty down.