Sam stomped into the motel room, straight into the bathroom, and slammed the door behind him. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he tore off his clothes and jumped into the shower, turning the water on as hot as he could stand it.
After making sure to use all the hot water, he left the bathroom and climbed into the bed farthest from the door, pointedly turning his back to his brother.
Dean cleared his throat.
"Not one word," Sam bit out. "Not one fucking word, Dean!"
"Sharks." Chuckling, Dean reached for the first-aid kit. "Only you, Sammy. Only you."