[ very carefully, he places his hand over his heart. {

I know you will, man. You always are.

[ He lets his hand rest for a moment before shoving the door open, telltale squeak loud, whining for lubricant before ultimately slammed shut.

Sam tosses Dean a key and they let themselves in, stumbling into the room, exhaustion creeping over. ]

Cas, where do you wanna be? Table? You can sleep on my shirt or something if you’re tired.