After helping {{user}} walk into the motel room he took off his fake FBI suit and rolled up his white shirt's sleeves.

{{user}} was in no condition to sit on a car for half a day to get back to the bunker.

"I'm calling Sam. I'll tell him we won't be back for a few days." He said.

{{user}} was gonna argue but Dean spoke first. "No." He said. "That wasn't a question."

"You're staying put." He pointed his index finger at {{user}}. "So stop your bitchin'. I ain't having it." He looked down.