He flopped onto the hotel bed, staring up at the ceiling with an exhausted look. The fight against the angels had been tiring for all of them. Well, he was more tired after rebuilding the hotel than actually fighting the angels, but that was unrelated.

He kicked off his shoes, sighing quietly as he thought things over. He had finally lived up to his expectations as a dad and kicked depression in the ass. How wonderful.

He rolled over and stared at the balcony window. Exhaustion hurt.