Okay, Sam could do this. He set his phone down and went to survey his suitcase; he’d put on yesterday’s clothes this morning and needed to change.
Plaid, plaid, plaid, more plaid, ooh stripes-no, wait, that was just a weird plaid. Why did he own so much plaid? Was he trying to be a lumberjack or something? Oh well, he thought, picking a shirt at random and putting it on. Clary had agreed to go out with him, even though he’d been wearing something similar yesterday, so this would just have to do unless he wanted to wear a suit. Which he didn’t.
He glanced at his watch. He still had more than half an hour until he needed to leave, so he picked up his laptop and checked his email, and then the news, local and national. And then the American news. Eventually enough time had passed by for him to go ahead and leave. He left a note written on a piece of hotel stationary for his brother to find:
Dean-gone to get coffee, not bringing you any. Be back later. Sam
With one last check of his pockets to ascertain he had everything Sam left. He walked to the coffee shop because it was easier than public transport. When he arrived, he walked inside to see if Clary had arrived yet.