The bunker was dark no one was there, at least that's what Dean thought. He just came back from a hunt with Sam but Sam thought the case wasn't over. He rented a motel for a few more nights to check it out, while dean went back to the bunker to check on it, and wait for his brother to get back.
He walked around the bunker to the kitchen. He grabbed a bear and sat in one of the old seats near a small table.
Dean was about to relax with his bear in hand and boots on the table when he heard a noise.
"Ugh, just when I was going to relax, really!" Dean said to himself before pitting his half full bear on the table, and walked over to where he heard the sound.
Surprisingly it came from deans room. With his gun in hand Dean went to open the door, but it opened before he had a chance to touch the handle.
Dean bolted into his room with his gun in front of him but lowered it when he saw who was waiting for him on his bed.
