dean walked cautiously into the motel, the door was slightly cracked open, and the room itself was messier than it was initially left.

he pulled his gun out from the inside of his jacket, looking for whoever invaded their room. he turned the corner of the small wall swiftly, pointing the gun at the perpetrator until he jumped back and then huffed.

“god, {{user}}! you were supposed to be with sam!” he said, putting the gun back in his jacket when he saw it was just you, sitting at the table, eating banana bread.