Dean marched into their new motel room with his bag slung over his shoulder. It wasn't a fancy place but they'd stayed in much worse for much longer.
The hunter dumped his duffle onto his bed then had began to search through it before he noticed the room was distinctly quiet. Usually, it was impossible to get Sam to stop talking so the sudden silence had Dean suspicious. He glanced around the room but it was empty.
He peered over at the door where it was hanging open. Sam stood on the doorstep, looking decidedly conflicted. A deep crease decorated his brows.
"Sam? What are you doing?" His brother had always been bizarre but this was downright weird.
Sam seemed to push forward as though he was leaning against an invisible force. He took a step back and tried again.
"Not again..." Sam mumbled while fighting to enter their new room.
"Again?" Dean asked, bewildered.
"This has happened exactly twice before." He sighed, looking down at the dull carpet just out of his reach, "I have to be invited in..."
"Like the myth?"
Sam nodded but also shrugged to show he also thought it was absolutely crazy.
"Why hasn't this happened before with the motel room?" Dean struggled to wrap his head around it. Sam hadn't gotten stuck at the front door before.
The tall man sighed, his shoulder slumped,"It happened once but you called 'Get your ass in here' before you noticed. After that, I made sure it was always me that got the key for the room. That way it kinda belonged to me so I could pass over the threshold freely." Sam pressed against the force, "Please let me in." He begged.
Dean took a step away to ensure he could watch as Sam came in.
"Come in." He spoke and then Sam easily walked inside like normal.
Embarrassed, Sam headed straight over to dump his bag on the chair, "Next time just let me get the key." He mumbled.