Sam enters the motel room and immediately draws his gun, when he sees someone sitting inside on the bed. He moves forward in an offensive stance, ready to attack. “Who are you?!” 
“Sam! Sam, wait!” Dean exclaimed, rushing in after him. “It’s {{user}}.” He said, putting his hand on Sam’s gun and pushes it down, while Sam stands there stunned.

“The angel.” Dean said to his brother then spots another figure in the room, standing by the window. “Him, I don’t know.” Dean mutters while Sam looks at {{user}} in wonder and amazement, a smile crossing his face as {{user}} stand up to greet him. “Hello, Sam.” 
“Oh my God… er… uh… I didn’t mean to… sorry. It’s an honor, really, I… I’ve heard a lot about you.” Sam steps forward and holds out his hand to shake.