Dean looked the young blonde lady up and down, kinda wishing she had a paper dress too. It took him a minute for the woman's words to sink in. "Uh...ok, hang on," he manages to keep his foot in the door jam and grab the gurney, sliding it so it kept the door from closing all the way. He still didn't know what the hell was going on around here but he didn't want any room off limits, if nothing else they could hid in here if need be.
Taking a better look around the room he immediately noticed the camera in the corner and gave it a wave. Shit, cameras were never a good sign. At long last he noticed the locker in the corner and cautiously opened it, relieved when all he saw was a pile of clothes. Go to hell paper gown.
On further inspection he realized this wasn't just a pile of clothes, this was a pile of his clothes. Well...that wasn't creepy. He yanked on a pair of boxers and his worn blue jeans, along with some old socks and his tan brown boots. It wasn't until he slipped on his black tshirt and gray blue over shirt that he realized these were the same clothes he was wearing yesterday. What in the hell?! He let out a breathe he didn't know he was holding once his father's brown leather jacket was back on him where it belonged.
He searched his pockets for anything he should have. Wallet, keys, a knife, a gun? Whatever took him cleaned him out good, but he did triumphantly pull his amulet out of his back pocket. After giving it a quick peck he slipped it back on his neck.
Looking back in the locker he noticed an envelope with a letter inside. He looked it over a few times then then slipped it into his pocket. Monitoring and testing? Fuck that. He was finding Sam and getting them and these people out of here as soon as possible.
He examined the locker for any other hidden compartments, but came up with nothing. Finally he returned to the hallway, making sure the door stayed propped open behind him. "So...I'm guessing nobody knows what the hell's going on?"