Dean shook his head. "I was worried about it at first, but our rooms are on different floors, on opposite sides. I can go a whole day without seein' the yeti. ... that's my brother." Dean could, but that didn't mean he did, seeing as he liked to keep tabs on Sam.
He ushered her inside, toward his room, which he'd picked because it looked the manliest. It suited his style - an old school study that had a bed in it. He would call it 1950s bachelor met hunting lodge.