Dean heard the clink of the beer bottle and his head snapped up, looking around for the source of the sound. Now his guard was up, and he slid around on the hood slightly, pushing himself somewhat shakily onto his feet and glancing around to see if there was anything to be seen.

A person couldn't have just disappeared that quickly. Not as far as he could tell. His eyes narrowed and he started to back towards the door of his motel room, and the safety of the salt lines. This was a bit of an unexpected change to his night.