MOTEL HANG 'EM HIGH
It was the most hideous, frightening thing Sam had ever seen. And since he'd spent time in hell, that was saying a lot.
He walked cautiously into the chamber of horrors, Dean close beside him, and the door closed behind them with a not unexpected bone-chilling creak.
"Dean, no –
"Sam, this is AWESOME!" Dean crowed. "The chairs are shaped like saddles! The beds are bedrolls beside a fake fire! And it's got pictures from every western he ever made!"
Sam felt faint. "Dude, I don't care if it is Clint Eastwood's birthday. I'm not sleeping in this freaking hell hole!"