Oh, Sam remembers too well the last time they got stuck in a hotel. Granted, so he'll begrudgingly admit that he and Dean still owe the archangel for getting them out of that one. And for giving them the vital clue that actually would stop the Apocalypse.
So on top of hotels, they're dealing with warping in space and time, and not even Archangel Gabriel is apparently equipped to deal with it. That leaves Sam with less-than-optimistic chances of getting out of here right away so he can fix what he and Dean - and, probably, Cas - just irreparably broke.
"Gee," he says, the word a slow, skeptical pull, "thanks."
First step's always the hardest. Sam sets his jaw and doesn't bother to wait for any kind of angelic escort, but simply snatches the handle of his suitcase with more dexterity than he feels he can adequately be displaying at this point, and starts hauling ass upstairs. The other hand grabs at the wall for support at once because it needs to, because that sudden maneuver nearly sent him pitching onto the floor.
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So on top of hotels, they're dealing with warping in space and time, and not even Archangel Gabriel is apparently equipped to deal with it. That leaves Sam with less-than-optimistic chances of getting out of here right away so he can fix what he and Dean - and, probably, Cas - just irreparably broke.
"Gee," he says, the word a slow, skeptical pull, "thanks."
First step's always the hardest. Sam sets his jaw and doesn't bother to wait for any kind of angelic escort, but simply snatches the handle of his suitcase with more dexterity than he feels he can adequately be displaying at this point, and starts hauling ass upstairs. The other hand grabs at the wall for support at once because it needs to, because that sudden maneuver nearly sent him pitching onto the floor.