It took Dean a few minutes to get from the game room, where he had been boredly playing pool by himself since Barbara had gone off to work. He didn't feel like being in town or messing around on the laptop that stayed on a nightstand off and untouched since checking it for news of any kind on Sylar or any other weirdos or strange cases around town. Dean was growing restless in this place and almost wished to find a haunted or a creature of any kind that was up to no good and needed to be hunted. It flowed through his veins as if this was what he was born to do and got restless not doing it.
He checked the peep hole before opening the door, feeling out of place in this huge place and not really enjoying it. The pool stick, in his hand as a precaution. His father had trained him well, he could fight with anything within hand-range. But when he saw that the person on the other side of the door was his little brother, he rested the stick aside and opened the door.
'Something up?' he asked, eyebrows raised obviously seeing something behind Sam's puppy-dog like eyes that most wouldn't really see. They were brothers after all and Dean knew just about everything about him to know something was up.