An hour or two later, Dean returned with several bags. TrueBlood, obviously, some things for Sam whether he asked or not (since 'giving blood' so often came with certain deficiencies), and clothes, oddly enough. It was difficult to find a place open this late, but a vampire skilled at glamour could get things done fairly easily. The stupid meet and greet tomorrow required more than just manners, unfortunately.

He made sure to come in silently, just in case Sam fell asleep while he was out.