Dean was laying on the bed flipping through the channels on the TV when the Doctor came. It was late and he had already half asleep, but the banging on the door woke him up fast. Sam reached the door first, but Dean was prepared, his gun coming out to rest at his side...just in case he needed it.
Seeing who was there, Dean dropped his gun back into his back pocket and helped Sam get the Doctor inside. "Damn it, Doc, what the hell happened to you?" Dean swallowed deeply. It almost looked like the man had been ripped to hell and back by hellhounds, but Dean knew first hand those sorts of things weren't things you walked away from.