The motel had a strange moldy smell and from somewhere cold air managed to get in. Dean saw the tiny kitchenette and accepted that it would do. John deposited sleeping Sammy on the bed further away from the door and covered him with a blanket.
Dean put his bag down and checked the bathroom: Lights worked, sink and shower worked, the shower even produced a drizzle of luke warm water.
The room on the one side had a couple yelling at each other, on the other side were athletic sex noises. Still better than the last place they had stayed at.
He climbed into the bed with Sam and curled around his younger brother, careful not to wake the toddler. Things were finally looking up.
