Dean was in the midst of destroying his motel room slinging chairs throwing the tv breaking it on the ground breaking glasses all over the place... when there was a knock at the motel room door... a voice calling out through the door... "Sir? Is everything alright in there? Do... you need any help?" Dean had paused completely grabbing his trusty Magnum 45. Pistol in hand slowly approaching the door... cocking his gun... standing aside the door as he asked sternly and cautiously Who the hell is there?