A/N: Y'all need a little, lighthearted, easy-going, shorter chapter this week? Get a little break from the intense stuff?

Yeah, me too.

Appendix H

Section H

Alex Age 18

Accommodations

There was only one room left at the motel. And it only had two queen beds. When asked if there was a couch available in the suite, the front desk clerk had simply shrugged and mumbled, "I'u'know." When all four of them had made their way into their accommodations and flipped on the lights, they found that the only other places to sleep were the floor and, in a pinch, the rather large table that somehow fit quite well in the tight space. Dean's head tilted back on his shoulders and he groaned at the ceiling.

"Well, I guess one of us is taking the floor," said Dean

"I suppose," said Sam, looking at his brother.

Dean did a mild double take as he caught Sam staring steadily at him.

"Why you lookin' at me?" he said.

"Well, it's going to be one of us," said Sam, indicate Dean and himself.

"Then it's you," said Dean.

"Why me?" Sam protested.

"Because I'm the big brother, and the oldest one here. I should get something soft to sleep on," said Dean.

"Oh, come on!" said Sam.

"I can sleep on the floor," Jenna offered. "I don't mind!"

Dean held up a dismissive hand in her direction. "We just saved you from a couch; we're not putting you on the floor."

"Then I'll do it," said Alex with a shrug. "Not like I haven't before."

"Then what? One of us bunks with Jenna?" replied Dean. "Little creepy after the day we've had.

"No, it's gotta be me or Sam."

Dean squared up to his brother, lifting his chin defiantly, and held out a fist. Sam looked down at it, then back at Dean.

"So you're taking the floor?" said Sam.

"We don't know that."

"Yeah we do."

"Dude… throw."

"What is happening?" Jenna whispered to Alex.

"You'll see," Alex replied with a wry half smile.

Sam held out his own fist. They sized each other up for a beat. Then one, two—

Dean threw scissors. Sam knew he would.

"Son of a… bitch," Dean bit off quietly and tossed his duffle down in a corner of the room.

Alex didn't hide her laugh very well. "Sorry, Dad," she said, and moved deeper into the dwelling to deposit her suitcase out of the way.

As she did so, she felt her boot stick to the carpet. It made a sound like Velcro as she peeled her foot off the spot. She looked down and wrinkled her nose at the fact that she couldn't see the discoloration that indicated where the sticky area was… because it was all discolored.

"How about none of us sleep on the floor?" she recommended.

"Why not?" asked Sam.

"Because it's so filthy it'll slowly eat away at your body overnight and in the morning all that will be left is a puddle of goop," said Alex.

"That bad, you think?" Sam cringed slightly.

"Yeah," Alex replied meaningfully.

"What do you suggest then?" asked Dean.

"Why don't you and Uncle Sam just share?" said Alex.

"We don't fit," said Dean. "Sam sleeps wide."

"No, I don't," retorted Sam.

"Dude, you been sleeping wide since you were in Mom's stomach," Dean corrected.

Jenna cackled so hard at this she fell onto the other bed. Sam just looked exasperated.

"Yeah, well," Sam came back, "I've seen you sleep on a chair before. If I sleep wide, you can fit in whatever space is left."

"When was the last time you saw me spend the entire night in a chair?" asked Dean.

"I don't know, uuuh…. That first time Jo came hunting with us?" Sam answered.

Dean thought for a second, then his eyebrows jumped up as he remembered the instance to which his brother was referring. "Oh my God, Sam, that was forever ago! I was in my twenties; I don't bend that way anymore."

"It's a bed, Dean! You don't have to bend at all!" said Sam. "The point is you'll fit on your side."

"Yeah, but how long is that going to stay my side?" said Dean. "We're not used to sharing a bed with anyone. What if you roll over in the middle of the night and smother me?"

"If you don't quite complaining, it won't be an accident," said Sam darkly.

That was the one that made Alex struggle to choke back a laugh.

"I'm not even that much bigger than you," Sam continued. "I don't think I'll kill you just by rolling over. And you can always roll me back off."

"Sounds like a really restful night's sleep, shoving your massive little brother off your face over and over again until you're too tired to keep doing it and just accept your fate," Dean grumbled.

"This is making me feel so much better," Jenna whispered to Alex from where she lay on the bed, stifling a giggle.

Alex grinned back at her.

"Look, we've slept in way worse conditions before. Let's just suck it up and deal with it," insisted Sam.

"That was when we didn't have any other choice," Dean argued.

"We don't have a choice now!"

"Sure we do! The floor can't be that bad," said Dean, looking around at the ancient carpeting. He caught sight of three particularly nasty-looking stains within about four seconds. He leaned over to inspect one of them, and he was convinced. "Nope, that is disgusting. Fine, we'll share."

Sam sighed wearily. "Good."

"Anyways, I'm starving," Dean moved on in the conversation. "Who wants some food?"

A/N: Okay, I think Dean might be exaggerating about Sam sleeping wide, but he was clinging to any excuse he could get at that point.