Crazy
He'd had to get out of that motel room. He'd been staring at the same four walls for the past two weeks and it was driving him crazy. He couldn't take hearing the couple in the next room going at it like there was no tomorrow, he couldn't stand the sound of the young kids repeatedly going past his room door on their skateboards and he couldn't take being in that room.
Lisa had called his cell phone multiple times before he had thrown it up against the stupid flower print wallpapered walls. But the phone still managed to ring another ten times, taunting Dean, driving him crazy.