prompt by a super cool anon: ”I guess we’ll have to share the bed!”
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“Three rooms, please,” said Dean with a thin smile. He rubbed a greasy hand over the back of his neck, hoping that the air conditioning in his room was better than the wheezy, stale coughs of air coming from the grill over the reception desk. Behind him, he could hear Sam scuffing his feet on the floor in impatience, and he sensed Cas standing close by his right shoulder, sighing when the receptionist took his time to respond. It had been a long, long case out under the hot Arizona sun, and the last thing any of them felt ready to deal with was poor customer service.
“There are two rooms available,” said the receptionist in a reedy, nasal voice that cranked Dean’s temper up one more notch.
“OK, well, we’re gonna need three beds,” he said, trying to maintain his smile.
“There are two rooms available,” the receptionist repeated.
“Yeah, I heard that part,” Dean snapped. Sam cleared his throat, and Dean took a deep breath. “I meant, what kind of rooms are they?”
The receptionist gave him a dead-eyed, weary look, chewing mechanically on a piece of gum, before tapping the keyboard of the aging PC gathering dust on the desk. Dean wiped his hand across his forehead; he needed a drink and a long sleep.
“One twin, one double,” the receptionist finally droned.
“We’ll take ‘em,” Dean said immediately, pulling out his wallet. “Cas, you can take the double and me ‘n’ Sam will take the twin.”