"Oh, sonofabitch."

Dean grumbles as soon as Sam kicks the door open to the room you were staying at. There had been some strange murders in the Lizzie Borden house-turned-hotel. Which of course meant that Sam dragged you out there. He was a nerd about serial killers.

"One bed too?!"

Dean growls, looking aghast.

"Well, you can get a different room Dean! I'm not giving up this one."

Sam frowns, crossing his arms while Dean scoffs.

"Yeah right. You wanna stay in the freaky crime scene room, sure. Freakin' nerd."

Dean sighs, turning to you.

"C'mon. Saw a motel five minutes down the road. Sammy can sleep with the ghosts but I sure as hell ain't lettin' you."

"Are you serious, Dean?"

Sam groans.

"Damn right I'm serious. You wanna bathe in lavender old lady smell and doilies, be my guest. But not my girl!"

Dean ushers you out of the room faster than the blink of an eye, griping and grumbling about his brother.

"He's more of a girl than you, darlin'."