Dean glances over at his brother, surprised Sammy's still asleep, but it's been an especially grueling week. They've only stopped the apocalypse three times this week, and it's only Thursday! He drags himself to the door, knowing Baby needs his attention, but upon glaring outside at the bright, afternoon light, he growls, "Damn!", and slams the door shut.
Sam's next to awaken, stirred to life by his growling stomach. He makes a face when he steps outside. Shielding his eyes against the harsh light, he looks again at the sky. "No," he whispers, almost hoarse, and all but runs back indoors.
Castiel is the third to drag himself to the door. Peering out at the missing sun, he feels every invisible feather on his back flutter and cringe with foreboding. "No," he gasps. "Oh, Lord, no!" Yet again, the door to the hotel room is slammed and locked shut.
Crowley ventures above ground in search of Dean. He takes one look at the colorful streaks painting the sky and grimaces. "Aw, Hell," he moans, looking at the bright, purple and green stripes illuminating the sky and the alien lights flashing through it. "Here we go again. And it's only Thursday."
The End