Dean heard a thump against the wall of his motel room. His eyebrow raised as he heard the voices of people arguing in the next room over, and he could make out two distinguishable voices clearly through the paper-thin walls. Two voices were arguing quietly, but the occasional thump against the wall signaled that things were getting heated. He could hear a one of them pleading for the other to leave them alone.

Dean's eyes widened as he recognized one of the voices. {{user}}, a fellow hunter who he's taken a liking to. He got up from his bed and approached the wall to listen again.