Sam glanced at Dean's laptop screen dubiously. "I dunno. I mean, how are we even supposed to drag that bed down the stairs?"

Dean shrugged. "Cas can help."

"Isn't it easier to just keep the one you have now?"

"Dude." Dean gave him a disappointed look. "It's tiny."

"I fit fine on mine," Sam threw back, getting more confused by the moment.

"Yeah, but you're only as big as one and a half normal people."

"And you need space for two?"

"Yeah." As if it should be obvious.

He paused. "You never got a girlfriend."

"No, no I didn't, Sam."

"... If Cas goes anywhere near your room, I am never doing the laundry again."

Dean grabbed his ninth piece of pizza and bit into it with a teasing grin. "Fine by me."