Dean is a little annoyed by their sleeping arrangements, but he doesn't protest. It's pretty crappy — being in someone else's camp, having to follow someone else's directions. Dean's grown so accustomed to calling the shots that it bothers him to kowtow to someone else.

But if he wants answers about the Colt, he needs to play along until he gets them — or at least until he confirms that no one knows anything.

Dean watches the woman leave, then turns to Sam. "We're the kinda people who survive out there," he tells Sam, walking over to one of the beds. He has to admit, it's pretty damn nice to have someone who's no-nonsense around, after spending time with Sam, who still seems to have such an idealistic view of the world. He decides to talk to her tomorrow, before he leaves the camp.

Might as well, since he's already delayed.

"Since we're stuck in here together, I'll take the first shift."

The implication being that they're not going to rest easy just because they're supposedly in a safe place. Dean knows better than to sleep surrounded by strangers without someone keeping an eye out.

"You got two hours."

He sits on the bed and takes out his pistol.