The hall was standard hotel, at least...it was standard upscale hotel. A lot ritzier than any place he'd ever stayed, that was for damn sure. The sense of unreality grew stronger. He heard footsteps coming from the opposite direction and the grip on his weapon grew tighter. He remained still, not looking behind, let whoever was coming approach him, thinking him unawares. At the last moment he turned, not sure if he would find himself facing a started hotel guest or something out for blood. In the end, he wasn't sure he faced either. The man got a secondary glance. The beat at his side, however, was unlike anything Dean had ever seen, even in Purgatory. He fell into a defensive stance, weapon at the ready, and held out a hand to stop them coming any closer.