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Sam watched as Dean chatted up the receptionist to the dump motel they had pulled into. He made "hurry up" motions with his hands. All he wanted to do was take a shower and go relax somewhere. Ever since they had taken care of the ghost of Melanie Merchant who had been killing people with her adopted father's razor, they had been kept busy with other jobs. Sometimes it was stuff they had found themselves, and other times it was something their dad had texted them. Finally, he saw Dean slide one of his many cards towards the woman. Well, it's about time, Sam thought to himself. Dean walked back to the car.
"It's room six," he reported. The two grabbed their duffels and walked to the room.
"You want the shower first, or what?" Sam asked.
"Naw. You go ahead," Dean answered, positioning himself on the bed. He turned on the t.v. and started flipping through the channels. Seeing that his brother would be busy for awhile, Sam grabbed a change of clothes, went into the bathroom, and closed the door. Hearing a soft thunk, Dean stopped his cable search long enough to look towards the bathroom. He had noticed that Sam would often shut himself inside as if he didn't want to take the chance of somebody walking in on him. Dean suspected that it had something to do with the three weeks Sam had spent at that group home when he was fourteen, but never asked about it. Other than admitting being beaten and whipped regularly, his younger brother had been pretty closed-mouth about what had happened. Inside the bathroom, Sam winced as he took off his shirt. Aside from the gashes the creature had given him, there were a series of scars crisscrossing all along his back. He had never told Dean, and wasn't ever going to. The younger Winchester finished undressing, turned on the shower head, stepped in, and let the hot water cascade his body. He hissed in pain as the water stung his scratches, but ignored it. After soaping up and rinsing off, he changed and then walked back into the living room.
"Shower's yours if you want it," he announced.
"There better be hot water left, princess," Dean ribbed.
"Bite me," Sam retorted. Dean just shook his head and headed for the bathroom. Unlike Sam, he didn't bother closing the door. Within minutes, he was done. Then, the brothers headed out.