"I swear to God, Sammy, my keys were right here!" Dean thundered, throwing open the drawer next to his bed.
"Well, I didn't touch them." Sam defended, toweling his hair dry. Dean had been going on and on about the goddamn keys since Sam had came out of the bathroom. And he'd used all the warm water up, so Sam relly saw no reason for him to be complaining. "Dean, have you checked the TV table?" Sam asked.
Dean turned to glare at him. "You think I'm stupid?" He demanded.
"Well, no… but the keys are right there." He said slowly.
Dean spotted them on the TV, where Sam's eyes were. "Bite me." He snapped. Sam chuckled, throwing his towel at the duffel bag and missing completely. Oh well. He had sucked at basketball since forever.
"Can we go now?" Sam asked, zipping the bag and throwing it over his shoulder.
Dean didn't answer, throwing the door open and stalking away to check out at the front desk, his precious keys jingling from his hands. The same immense guy sat there as the last night. He looked near dead, Dean thought.
Sam was already settled at the car when Dean returned. "They're outta coffee and bagels. C'mon! We're going to Dennys!" Dean exclaimed enthusiastically, getting in the car.
They were down the road, flying in Dean's baby.