On the fourth day of Christmas, Supernatural gave me

Four Fake Credit Cards
Three yellow-eyed demons
Two sexy brothers
And the keys to an Impala

"Another guy with the same name checked in here 'bout a week ago." The grizzled man behind the motel counter stared at the credit card before handing it back to Dean. "You guys having a reunion or something?"

Dean managed to keep his straight face. "Oh yeah." That would have been Dad, then. "Which room's he in?"

"Eleven, right along there."

They took the keys and headed off to look, Sam shaking his head as they went. "Matching credit cards, Dean?

"Hey, their fault they gave them to us, remember? We just sent in the applications."