Dean had not been by the sorting rooms in a while but today it seemed the stairs decided that was where he needed to go. He would blame the hat for setting this up when those stairs landed him and he turned to try and catch the next case, only to be stopped cold by a voice he was not all to sure he was glad to hear.

He turned back around and walked to that door "Heh, yeah we threw a couple wrenches in the works." It's a bit hard to hide the bitter note in his voice or the fact that he is rankled.

The hunter took a lean against the door frame, not entering the room "Guess the damn hat got bored, just what we need around here."