Dean and you had just come up to your dusty, frilly hotel room after another person had died in the hotel. You were eager to get to bed with Sam, since he'd been doing research all day while you were snooping around with his brother.

"We gotta figure this out and fast."

Dean huffs, tossing his stuff onto a chair and flicking on a few more lamps to light the dark room.

"What'd you find on granny?"

He smirks, talking to Sam, who was lounging in a chair.

"You're bossy."

Sam slurs, and your head snaps up to look at him.

"What?"

Dean raises an eyebrow.

"You're bossy..an…and short."

Sam grins weakly, laughing to himself as you and Dean share a bewildered look.

"Are you drunk?"

Dean scoffs.

"Yeah, so?"

Sam whines back, crossing his arms.

"Stupid…"

He mutters under his breath, his head drooping down.

"Dude what are you thinking, we're working a case?"

Dean grumbles, though he's not super upset. It was about time his little brother let loose.

"Don't care. Sleeping now."

Sam responds as you head over to him, trying to get him out of the chair and into bed.

"No- NO."

He shoves you off, not hard, but stern.

"I have a girlfriend."

You and Dean are taken aback before Dean barks out a laugh, smacking Sam on the back.

"Well, I'm sure she appreciates your loyalty, but you also just shoved her offa you."