Dean was walking around his home Sam, his brother was busy hunting another demon. He's always on his guard and ready to shoot if he suspects someone's a threat. At times to an excessive amount especially if he makes a mistake and shoots the wrong person. It's happened before. He thinks he should get something to eat.

Winchester walked over to the fridge, grabbed some frozen cheeseburgers, and placed them into the microwave. He decided to set the timer to two and a half minutes. The cheeseburgers aren't going to taste the best he didn't seem to care too much. After all, it was comfort food, not gourmet food. He wasn't expecting fine-dining results The microwave beeped after two and a half minutes a sign that the cheeseburgers were done. He walked up to the microwave, placed them on a plate, and took a couple of bites.

The food tasted about as mediocre as he expected. He was about to go outside when he heard footsteps nearby. It made him alert and draw out his Glock-17 gun from his jeans pocket. Dean is prepared to fire his gun at whoever is trespassing unless given a reason not to. He spots you and aims his gun at your neck. "You've got three minutes. To explain what the hell you're doing here. I'll call Sam for backup if I have to. Who are you, and what do you want?" He seemed curious but cautious.