Dean checked through the blinds once more, before double checking the lines on the windows and doors one last time. The unsettling feeling that he was being watched was still there in the pit of his stomach.

Or maybe he just had paranoia and bad beer.

He couldn't think of any reason why anyone would want to be watching him. Sam always seemed to be the one the demon word -- and the rest of the world for that matter -- was after. Not Dean. Dean was just the idiot who got in their way.

He tried his best to shrug the feeling off, before turning around and letting his eyes fall on the TV. He paused, considering the set for a moment, before plopping down on the bed and reaching for the remote.

Maybe Girls Gone Wild was in season.