He had learned his lesson in answering Rose's door for her. The last time he answered it he came face to face with the Shirley woman. She was obviously still upset about the boxers incident. Then again if she hadn't been so loud he would not have been over there asking her to keep it down. He was still learning the correct way to react in these types of social settings. Obviously telling her neighbor to be quiet in his boxers was not the appropriate move. That was quickly noted and logged for future reference.

He didn't budge from the couch at the doorbell. He was very into figuring out everything that was happening in this film. In some ways the man did kind of remind him of Dean. Then again a lot of things reminded him of his best friend. Once upon a time he had been his only source of knowledge for the real world. Of course a lot of things reminded him of the hunter. It wasn't weird. It was very normal.

Pounding. That was new. That woman must have been really upset with him. He hadn't even spoken to her since the last time she dropped by. Perhaps he should go to the bedroom? He didn't want another issue with the woman. She was rather intimidating to him in this state.

He was about to call out when he saw her emerge from the kitchen. She went for the door and he started to get to his feet in case he needed to find some place to hide. It wasn't his style to hide in the past, but Shirley had a big purse and it did hurt quite a it.

"Dean." His name came out before he could stop himself. He was moving to the door and stepped into view. Sam and Dean. "You found me."