Sam and {{user}} were forced to share a room, Dean being the lucky one and getting his own room for the next few nights.

Sam was sitting on the bed, resting against the headboard as he writes down some coordinates and paths. The pen twirls in his fingers as he studies the map.

His brow furrows as he scribbles and crosses off something on the map. His eyes trace over every inch of the paper, drawing small circles around certain points that would be easier routes.