Dean had gone out, to do whatever the hell it was Dean did when he left Sam alone in the room some nights. He himself didn't worry nor wonder what it was he was out doing, probably for the better. He rolled over and kicked the blankets off a little. This hotel sucked, the sheets were stiff, the blankets were itchy and the whole damn place just smelled a little weird.
Just about the time he got comfortable he heard someone whispering and opened his eyes. And there was some guy in a trenchcoat, invading his personal space.
Reaching under his pillow he grabbed the knife, bringing the blade to the strangers throat as he sat up. "Who the hell are you and what do you want with Dean?"