"507. Door's open." Wanda texted back. She was going to force Dean to come up unescorted - while she liked him, she was still a petulant teenager and she still did petty things as a matter of course. She was waiting at the door when he made it to her floor, though - presuming he'd taken the elevator up instead of leaving her to the mercy of the eagle.
The were-beast was still flapping around the window. Whoever or whatever it was after, it seemed intent on pursuing it.
Wanda was wielding a spatula as a weapon. Her hexes would work better, but they'd do a lot more damage. While she didn't always care, Dean did.