There was a knock on the bathroom door, but Dean ignored it. Sam could wait. Sam could wait for ten years for Dean to come out of this bathroom, and he didn’t care. He was not going out into the motel room for anything. If he got out into the motel room, then he’d have to get into the Impala and go to the bar to complete the dare.
Screw that.
(
Dean didn’t back down from much, but he was sure as hell backing down from this. )