Aziraphale, on the other hand, didn't stray far from the Library, which was probably why he hadn't bumped into Dean in person. Sometimes he'd visit the kitchen in search of a snack, but that was about it. The angel did not adjust well to changes in his life, and being inexplicably brought to and trapped in this haunted hotel was a huge change, so he narrowed his focus to keep from panicking.
Fortunately, there were plenty of interesting books to distract him.
On his way back from one of his snack runs, with a slice of pumpkin pie (how seasonal!) and a mug of hot cocoa, he happened to walked past the game room. Through the open door he heard the distinctive sound of cue balls clanking together, but more tantalizing, the scent of fresh popcorn.
There's popcorn?
Aziraphale peeked his head inside the room, and caught the eye of the man at the pool table. "Oh! Hello!" he politely said. "Is this a private party? I don't want to interrupt."