Visiting on the Road

Sam had been doing his best not to fight with his Dad the last week. It had been hard. They were both cold, miserable, and the only heat in the motel was an old, rattly steam heater which meant they either baked in a sauna or froze. Sam was fighting a cold and when John went off to track the coven, he fished out his phone, dialing Dean's number. Maybe his brother could come by to visit? They weren't that far from Sioux Falls, and the motel was too lonely and too quiet.

"Dean?"

Crap. He just realized how late it was. Probably too late to call his brother.