He. Just. Refuses to even go in and look. He doesn't need to see it. He doesn't need the stress. Dean's up. Dean will take care of it. Or FDR will ship them both off to a hotel-and he's actually a little reluctant to do that. He'd actually gotten to the point where he didn't mind sharing his space with Dean. But three was a god damn crowd.

So he just walked off into his own bedroom, and into his own shower to get ready for the day.