Making his way to the hotel room they had told him to meet them in, Bobby Singer sighed. The Winchester brothers had been hunting non stop for months now, and he was starting to worry it was effecting them. They need to relax, blow off some steam. When he reached the door numbered 54, he paused. Bobby could hear talking inside.
"Don't unzip that…" One brother said, Sam. Bobby didn't know what he was talking about, so he stood there and listened, wondering if he could figure it out.
"What? I'm not going to hurt it…" Dean replied to his brother.
"Dean, I'm serious, put it down." Sam sighed.
"Aw, come on Sammy… Just a look.." Dean begged, and a the sound of a zipper was heard sliding down by Bobby. It was faint, but he caught it.
That was when Sam groaned. "Dean… Put it back…" He told his older brother.
"No.." Dean said simply. Bobby shifted, not sure if he should be listening to this, or stopping them… Or just leaving, and letting them do what ever it was they where doing, but he found himself staying and listening.
"Stop playing with it." Sam snapped, and punched his brother in the arm, making him groan too.
"Come on Sammy… Learn to share.." Dean chuckled, rubbing his arm a little where his brother punched him. He shifted grabbing something, and Sam did the same. They started to pull at it, and soon enough it ripped, which to Bobby, who didn't know what was going on, sounded, well, very strange.
"Dean, you ass… We've got things to do…" Sam moaned, and the sound of some kind of fabric hitting the floor, close to the door. Dean just chuckled.
"Aaw, calm down Sammy… I'll be done soon enough. Then we can get to the important things." Dean said, but Sam didn't like this idea. He punched his brother again, and didn't stop at just one. Dean fought back, and they where both groaning with the gut shots the other was getting on them.
Bobby finally had enough, and reached for the door knob, the brothers had forgotten to lock it. He pushed open the door. "What the hell is going on here!?" He demanded, then paused, looking around the room. Sam and Dean had paused in mid fight to look over at the man who had just walked in.
"Hey Bobby.." Sam said, turning to face him, and Dean got another shot off before he waved to Bobby, and the younger brother groaned again, shooting a glance back at Dean.
Bobby now saw what they had been fighting about. Sam's laptop was sitting out on the coffee table, and it had been the bag he carried it in that had been ripped and thrown aside. Bobby sighed again.
"So that's what that was all about.." He said, looking back at the brothers. He paused again, looking from one brother to another. "Umm… Dean, why the hell aren't you wearing a shirt?" He asked.
"Umm… I just got out of the shower.." Dean replied, though he didn't sound to convincing, and he had looked away from Bobby now.
"And Sam… Where are you pants?" Bobby asked the younger brother.
Sam paused, shifting where he stood. "I… Uh.. Just got up.. And haven't gotten dressed yet.." He said, not convincing either.
Bobby didn't believe either of them, and wonder what they had really meant when they had said they had something important to do. Though he figured he rather not know, and left it at. The bothers where very glad about that.