Dean rolled over on to his stomach and groaned.
"Freakin lumpy motel beds."
Sam chuckled as he sat on the opposite bed.
"Freakin' old ladies."
More muffled laughter.
"She hit me Sammy."
Sam could barely contain his amusement anymore.
"With her shoe."
He busted out laughing.
"Forty times Sam. FORTY!"
Sam roared with laughter.
"On my…my ass."
Sam's belly ached from all the laughing.
"She's gonna pay for this…"
"Ho…how Dean, you…you can't even sit on your…your backside…"
Tears were running down his cheeks now.
"Freakin witches!"
"Dean, she was, like, ninety years old."
"Not funny Sam. So not funny."