"Dean!" Fuck. He bent down to pick up the keys, breathing out a frustrated sigh. Just- what the hell had happened? He rubbed a hand over his face before just going to get in the car and go back... not like he could leave it there. Dean would kick his ass if anything happened to his baby after all.

He drove back to the motel and just went straight to get ready for bed. Hopefully, by tomorrow? Dean would be over whatever got him into that shitty mood.

Sam hadn't meant anything by it, just that Dean didn't need to sit around with him if he didn't want. Idiot.

Once he was changed, he went to settle in bed, staring up at the ceiling before he tried to will sleep to happen. Didn't feel like it would, too easy.