She'll be greeted with a hunter standing there, his gun in hand that's slowly being lowered as he surveys the mess he's made. The problem has been sorted, but man there's a whole lot of dangerous paraphernalia in here that he isn't really sure what to do with.

Dean doesn't realize there's an attic - let alone someone in it - until the trap door is lifted and he whirls around, aiming the gun out of instinct, but not pulling the trigger.

"Who's there?"