There had been something different in the last couple of weeks. He couldn't quite put his finger on it - just a change in the air, something new and strange and...despite it all, he didn't quite felt like it was a threat. He couldn't explain why. In fact, he'd talked it over with Crowley, and the demon had felt it too. It was hard not to feel defensive or concerned, however, considering the last time things were happening on an ethereal level.

So he's been a bit on alert. Weeks are barely a breath for someone several eons old, but it was enough for him to find some distractions after a while. Distractions that stop serving him the moment he feels something has stepped foot inside the shop.

...well, that might be the wrong word choice. He didn't hear any steps. Or the door opening or closing, for that matter. But he sits at his desk, head suddenly raised, an overwhelming feeling of deja vu washing over him.

He stands up carefully, puts away his glasses, and quietly, carefully, steps out into the shop, and begins looking among the shelves.