The Winchesters had just finished up their latest hunt. Sam stepped out to get dinner, Dean had just finished showering. He was prepared to take a load of, enjoy some motel tv, and wait for Sam to arrive. Dean had just settled down onto the bed when a knock sounded from the motel room door.

Dean stood, grabbing his handgun, and making his way to the door. He caught sight of a teen through the peephole. Dean pulled the door open, looking down at the kid in confusion.

"Can I help you?"