You had underestimated just how cold the room could be, but when you unlocked and opened the door you understood why the owner didn’t want anyone staying.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean mumbled, following you into the room as he felt the cold air.

“We’re gonna freeze in here!” he hissed, slamming the door behind you, hoping the icy air hadn’t swept any snow into the room.

“It’s either this or we sleep in the Impala,” you shrugged.

“there’s only one bed..” Dean added.