The hand went to the door handle, and whatever existential bullshit or step in the grieving process that Dean was trying to over come? Vanished in the blink of an eye. There was no way in hell this guy was stealing his baby and he was just going to stand there and watch.

It's happened before. He wasn't about to let it happen again.

He snatched his gun up off the table and slipped it into the breast pocket of his jacket before making his way for the door and pushing it open, heading out of the motel room, and towards the man standing next to his car.

"Hey, buddy! Stay out of my car."