"Here's your bag. Told you you'd need one." Harry had stared at Sam weirdly when he'd suggested he pack a toiletry bag, but Sam was a well-seasoned traveller. He handed the bag to him after getting out of the car himself, deciding he might as well stretch his legs a little. "You've been solidly asleep for the past six hours or so. Slept like an angel, so cute."

He teased him a little and then turned to look at himself in the side mirror, just to make sure his hair wasn't too much of a mess. He knew Bobby wouldn't care, but that was still essentially his father figure. He didn't want to disrespect him by not putting any effort in.