Sam lay stretched out on the bed in yet another skanky motel room. He picked up the remote control, and clicked on the dusty TV. Flipping through the channels, he paused and watched a moment, eyes wide. His face suddenly flushed and he clicked through several channels rapidly, not really seeing what was flashing on the screen.
He couldn't. What if Dean walked in? He'd probably be hustling pool for a few more hours, but could he take that chance?
He stared at the window for a few minutes.
Why not? He clicked back to Little House on the Prairie.