“Be glad it’s so cheap,” Sam said, slapping Dean on the back. “What side of the bed do you want, dear?” he said, winking at Dean.

“Hell, no!” Dean spouted. “I’m shorter, so I’m sleeping on the bed. You and your long-ass legs can sleep on the floor. Besides, your feet are freezing at night. Don’t think I forgot, just because it’s been about 12 years.”

Sam sighed. Some things weren’t worth arguing. He could wrestle Dean for a spot on the bed, but he was too tired and jetlagged at this point. Besides, didn’t Japanese people sleep on the floor a lot anyways? When in Rome…He stole a pillow and a blanket from the bed and placed them on the floor, affectively calling it his sleeping place.