Dean smirked at her response to the laundry bag being dumped on her lap.  He knew that she would react that way, but it amused him nonetheless.  Sitting on the edge of the bath, he pulled the plug into the drain and turned the water on, holding his hand under the faucet to test the temperature before turning back to her with his eyebrows raised, “Yeah it’s going to be a struggle.  I haven’t lived like this in my entire life…and I didn’t even have to sleep with anyone?”

He raised his hands, as if he had met his ‘aha!’ moment in life.  He had to think that maybe it was because he didn’t have Sam with him, or that they had never honestly tried to get into anything too nice, in case they messed anything up.  If he could get these rooms on sheer look alone, or a bit of a flirt, maybe they should try every time they went out.

“We ought to try this more often.”, he quipped, smiling proudly, “I can smile and talk up the desk clerk.  You can do the same at the cafe, and voila!  Free room.  Free food.  Free beer.  All because we’re sexy.”

He laughed, standing from the tub and stretching, “Hopefully they hurry with those beers.  I’m ready to jump in.”

He was visibly in a better mood, despite leaving an entire hotel of people to die.  There was something about this place that just…spiked his dopamine.  He almost wanted to call Bobby, now, and brag to him about the digs.  But, he knew that it would be easier to tell him after they were no longer enjoying the luxury.