Sam flew through the door to the motel, almost knocking Dean out in the process.
"What the hell Sam?" Dean yelled as the bathroom door slammed.
The shower started running next, and Dean was a curious guy.
Obviously something was going on.
He pressed his ear to the door and heard Sam groan, among other things.
Dean frowned, and headed for the Impala.
It sounded like Sam was combustible in there, and he needed a weapon.
Lifting up the trunk, he grabbed the can of glade.
Living with Sam for 18 years had, after all, taught him a few things…