"A hooker with a heart of gold. Yeah." Dean laughed, shaking his head. He didn't want Fred to hear them talking, but he was very happy that he could make this joke with his little brother. It'd been a while since they could joke...about anything.
"So..." They'd reached Fred's door. "Who knocks?"
The older Winchester didn't lift his hand to give the door a try. He just looked at it, as if he could see through the painted wood into the rooms beyond. His head tilted slightly as if he could hear anything.
There was quiet, but then...a weird sound and a crash. Another weird sound followed by something being turned over. Then something hit the door.