Dean's jaw clenched. "Well you sure have the bitchy part of humanity down pat." He snapped, throwing his bag next to one of the beds. "I assumed after driving that long you'd need to fuck something, unless you plan on searching out a chick for that." He snapped, stretching out in the bed and rubbing his tired eyes.
Dean glared at him from across the room. "Just telling the truth." He muttered. "I'm going to sleep." He kicked off his shoes, keeping his clothes on, and wiggled under the covers. He set an alarm on his cell phone for six, and snagged his knife from his bag, shoving it under his pillow before shutting his eyes.
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