"Well, consider it to be your own personal penthouse then," Morgan smiled, making a note to try and talk to Dean about the camps, once he knew the boy better. Perhaps this inconvenience could provide him with some important information, in the end. He could already hear the wind whistling against the door, before he reached it.
"I'm afraid it gets worse, before it gets better," he apologized. "The door to the apartment stairs are on the outside. You ready?"