Dean had been frantically busy, trying his best to find a way out of the situation. He was worried for the safety of Ben and Lisa, and of course everyone else. If anything happened to her before he had the chance to tell her he loved her, he would make killing that son of a bitch his one and only goal. There was a slight comfort in knowing that the other Dean wasn't completely unhinged. He had still managed to fall in love with someone, and Dean hoped that would be enough for him not to harm Lisa.
He had already been there for three nights now and he was no closer to finding a way out, which was frustrating. He had been about to get himself a beer when he heard a knock at the door. Dean stood from the table slowly, already suspicious of who might be at the door. Dan had told him that they never had visitors, and now suddenly someone was at the door?
He placed his gun in his pants behind his back and made his way over to answer the front door. He could see that it was just one person and they didn't exactly look like a cold-blooded murderer, but he was still hesitant as he opened the door. "Yeah, can I help you with something?"