Dean stumbled back into the motel around 3am, scaring Sam half to death as he tripped over his own feet and took out the unsteady table in the middle of the room.
"Dude, are you just now getting in from your date with Eden?" Eden the waitress, that was.
"Oh yeah man…I've been East of Eden," he grinned, pulling himself drunkenly to his feet.
Sam rolled his eyes.
"Yup," Dean continued, "East of Eden, west of Eden, north of Eden, and," he hiccupped, swayed, and toppled onto the bed, "South of Eden. Oh yeah baby, definitely south of Eden! HA!"