Sam was pissed. Either someone just randomly picked his apartment, or something was going after him. Either way, whoever it is would be incredibly stupid. He crept down the hall, and jumped the guy. They tumbled around until he saw the face of the culprit. The man had a distinct, sharp, masculine jawline and scruffy blonde hair.
"Dean?" Sam was astonished. "What are you doing here?" Dean smiled, and little did Sam know that it was forced.
"Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean said, standing up and patting Sam's shoulders.
"Dean, you can't just break in at the middle of the night." Sam scoffed.
Dean's expression turned grave. "I can when dad's been captured by the demon."