"What do you mean, they can only give us a room with two beds and no couch?" A look of annoyance came on Dean's face.
"All I know is I'm not sharing a bed with Sammy, too many bad childhood memories." The older brother shuddered.
"What was so bad?" Castiel asked confused. Sam laughed, "Do you want to tell him, Dean?"
"So when traveling with our father, he would make Sam and I share a bed. Which was miserable because Sammy would get up 500 times during the night."
"No it was miserable, because Dean would hog all the covers and push me out of the bed," Sam counter argued.
"Did not," Dean retorted.
"Did too," Sam retorted back sticking his tongue out at his brother.
"Boys," Castiel called his deep voice breaking up the argument, "how about I share a bed with one of you."
"You can stay with me, so Dean doesn't take all the covers," Sam said glaring at his brother.
"No, he should share a share my bed, because I won't get up 10 times during the night." Dean taunted.
"I don't get up 10 times during the night, that's just ridiculous." Sam defended himself.
"Well, remember that time at Bobby's when you were nine," Dean proposed.
"I was having insomnia and I only got up three times!"
Castiel was not a fan of the boys' petty arguments. "If it doesn't make a difference, I will share with Dean," the angel announced. Sam was shocked.
The boys drove the impala to the Magnolia Inn. The hotel in Sam's opinion was rather cute; it appeared to be made from an old Southern house. The boys grabbed their bags and headed up the front steps.
"You must be the Winchester boys," a chubby woman with gray curly hair, who sat behind the desked called out.
"Yes, that's us," Dean said with his charming smile.
"Here are the two keys to your room. You'll be in room 213, and if you need anything I'm Rosanne."
As Rosanne started to hand a stack of towels to Sam, she noticed Castiel, staring into deep space. "Is he feeling alright?" She asked with a grandmotherly tone.
"Oh, our cousin 'Steve', he's alright. We've been traveling all day and he just needs to get some sleep," Dean explained, grabbing Cass's hand.
The wooden stairs creaked as the brothers and angel climbed up. Room 213 was on the smallish side. The two double beds had a white quilted comforters that looked like they were left over from the civil war. A flickering lamp sat on an antique night stand and the small bath featured a claw foot tub. For the most part the room looked like it had not been updated since the 1920s.
"I can't believe our room doesn't even have a TV," Dean complained.
"Or three keys," Castiel added.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Just try not to get locked out." Sam said trying to sound optimistic.
"I don't know about you, but I feel like I'm going to drop dead," Dean said with a yawn.
Sam sat on his bed, wearing a black t-shirt and his plaid pajama pants, with his current reading material. Castiel walked out of the bathroom, he was no longer wearing his trench coat, tie, or pants. The angel opted to just wear his dress shirt and white boxer shorts. "You know we could lend you some pajamas," Dean told the angel.
"I'm fine," Cass answered.
"Ok," Dean sighed.
"Move it over Cass you're on my side," Dean complained.
"Then stop taking all the covers," Castiel complained in trademark monotone voice.
"Do I need to separate you two," Sam laughed. Sam got up and pulled somethings out of his duffle bag. "Ok, the jacket and jeans will separate your halves of the bed." Sam directed, "now hopefully," we will all be able to sleep."
At 4:00 in the morning the boys awoke to a strange echo-y sound.