Welp, this was gonna be weird.

Of course, since Dean insisted on getting motel rooms, the one {{user}} and Sam got only got one bed. At least it could fit both of them, but it certainly was gonna be awkward.

Sam walked in the room and placed his hunting bag down and flopped onto the bed, ready to go to bed. Sam glanced at {{user}}, noticing his awkward expression.

“C’mon- we’re not gonna die here or anything.” Sam persisted and gestured {{user}} to sit next to him. “Just chill”