Dean frowned a bit as his baby brother started squirming around, of course everything was normal to him and he could see the squirmy little seven year old, not the overly embarrassed fifteen year old. "Now that's enough!" he scolded and swatted his bare butt, "Yer gettin' a bath, or do I need to call Dad in here?" he asked sort of ominously. "You can play with your ducky, jus' don't leave that tub." he warned and turned to head down to his own room.
Mikhael squeaked when John swatted him, and he realized instantly that this man thought he was his Father. And he knew it would be a good idea to play along the best he could. "Ow! S-Sorry ....Daddy." he answered, blushing a deep red and he then glanced back to his cousin Sam.
"Um...yeah, got it Dad, sir." Sam answered, remembering the motel room but nothing specific about it. He then wondered how the heck the pjs would even fit him.
"Um...can me and Sammy play hide and seek....Daddy?" Khael asked, thinking that would be a good opportunity to look around and find some clues.
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