Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural
Sam quietly walked in the motel with a take out bag of hot soup for Dean. He saw Dean was finally passed out and tried not to laugh at how Dean looked sprawled out on his bed. Sam went to the fridge and put Dean's soup in for later and got ready for bed.
When he was done he walked over to his bed as laid down.
"What the hell," He demanded grossed out at something stuck to his face. He quickly wiped it off with his hand.
"That's just gross, Dean!"
The End