Sam was blissfully asleep, having yet another really good sleep in his new temporary home. The good sleep was definitely something he could get used to. He felt something cool and wet on his hand, a tongue licking his palm. "Hey, Bones." He mumbled as his hand reached out to pat the dogs head.
Then it clicked.
His eyes snapped open. He moved his hand. That was definitely fur he was feeling. He slowly turned his head and there was
Bones' happy face looking back at him. "Bones!"
He jumped out of bed to hug and pat his dog. His face was lit up, the smile as wide as it could go. He couldn't believe that he was actually here. He needed Dean.
He didn't even bother getting dressed - he was wearing shorts; just shorts - and ran out of his room with Bones by his side.
"Dean! Hey, Dean! It's Bones!"
He didn't even know if he was in the right hallway for Dean. He was too excited. He stopped to bend down and pat Bones, still smiling.
[OOC: He could be on any level, outside anyone's room.]