The weather outside is frightful...

"Dean, come on. They let you use their car port at least." His car wasn't exposed to the elements outside as much as it would be if they parked outside the motel they were now stuck at for who knows how long. A huge snowstorm was blowing in and chances were good they'd be stuck for a while. Strangely enough, Sam wasn't too bothered by it.

At least not tonight.

A few days being trapped with Dean and boredom might change his attitude, but for now? He was just trying to get Dean to stop sulking over the damn car and the snow. They couldn't do much about it now. "Let's go grab some shut eye. It might be better in the morning."

But probably not.