Two Queens Please
The woman at the front desk raised her eyebrows at their entrance. Sam clung to his brothers leather jacket, and Dean could feel his hot breath on his chest. He blushed as he realized they probably couldn't pass for just brothers this time. By the looks of it, Sam didn't care. He was too tired to focus on anything but Dean and sleep by now.
Dean cleared his throat, "two queens please."
"Right. More like two queers." She mumbled without looking up from her book.