Sam groaned as he woke up, sprawled out across a wooden floor. It took him a few moments to find the will to sit up, but he did, looking around the room to find... a hotel?
He was in what looked like a hotel reception, with boring plants in the most random of places in an attempt to spice the place up, a lamp in the corner with one of the ugliest lampshades he'd ever seen, dusty curtains covering unseen windows and a pair of double doors on either side of the room.
It appeared that he was alone, and he heard no other movement—but there had to be someone around. He pushed himself from the floor and stumbled towards the front desk, leaning against it for support, still drowsy. He dropped a heavy hand on the bell, yawning, waiting for someone to appear. There was no point walking around the hallways, trying every door. He might as well find out which room his brother checked into.