Dean looked at the sign on the desk. Ring bell.

For a fraction of a second, he considered doing it. Ringing the bell that would bring about the end of the world. His world, at least.

Then his brain kicked in and he moved around the desk and through the door into the back office.

Alice turned as he entered the room, eyes lighting up in a perfect imitation of what a pretty woman looks like when the man she loves arrives unexpectedly.

"Dean!"

He didn't answer.

Alice's eyes dropped to the gun in his hand. Her smile faltered.

"Dean?"