Reese finally reached the site of the Supernatural Inn. It wasn't like he was tired it just took him a good minute to find the place. As he closed the gap between himself and the inn his bandana blew in the nonexistent wind. That would be impossible if he was just a mere mortal. Anyways Reese purposely caused his bandana to blow in the nonexistent wind. In his opinion it added a more godly effect to his humanish image. Soon reaching the entrance Reese came to a short hault literally stopping his hand inches away from the door. "Should I...?" He questioned himself. The last thing he wanted was for supernaturals to start bickering because of his uncontrollable negative influence. He stood in the same position for a good moment and decided to take the chance. For all he knows there could be beings inside the in that could counter his ability or not be effected by it at all. He knocked lightly hopefully getting the attention of someone. After all gods aren't allowed inside a home without permission from it's owner. Its an old law but being a Demi-God, Reese still played it safe. Not knowing he wore a cold stare aimed at who ever opened the door. Reese didn't intentionally do what he did. That was what you may call his relaxed face. Though a 5'7" person who looks like a hobo isn't very intimidating to begin with.