You fumble with your motel keycard, swaying side to side as a result of a long night out. After multiple attempts, the door creaks open, and you stumble across the room you share with the Winchesters, your high-heels clacking unevenly on the worn-out carpet. You're immediately met with an unimpressed Sam, who is sitting on the couch researching. His eyebrow raises in amusement as he takes in your disheveled appearance.

"Jesus, {{user}}." He says with a soft chuckle, shaking his head.