"Oh, God," Dean moaned, his head right above the toilet seat.
"I told you not to have that fifth beer." Sam said with an I-told-you-so attitude.
"Shut up," Dean said as he got up and walked into the kitchen. "Dude, where's the coffee?" Dean asked.
"Sorry, finished it up last night, one of us had to be sober." Sam replied as he grabbed the car keys and headed for the door.
"Where you going?" Dean asked.
"To the store, I'll grab you some coffee. Besides, I need to out of here, I'm getting claustrophobic." Sam said with a grin.
"Hey, this hotel room's better than most of the ones you've picked out!" Dean defended.
"At least I pick a hotel, you would rather sleep in the car!" Sam said, waiting for a sarcastic response from his older brother.
"Oh, God." Dean groaned, running into the bathroom.
"Ya, that's what I thought," Sam said quietly as he walked out the door. Dean came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed, his head pounding. He turned the television on to the news, trying to ignore the awful taste in his mouth. "Last night, a local town boy, Billy Bower, came home to find his parents dead in his living room. The police are currently labeling this as a double homicide, and the case remains open for further investigation…" Dean listened to the news reporter, his mind churning, wondering if this was another case for him and Sammy.