There was still something a little off with her questions but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he settled for shrugging. They'd be pulling into the motel lot in a short while so he considered an additional response. A thoughtful hum rumbled from his throat.<br/><br/>"Well some superstitious people would tell you that you ticked off a spirit, poltergeist, whatever you call it." he finally answered, tone carefully neutral. "Others might tell you that you hallucinated from blood loss after a very normal person attacked you." Dean turned the Impala slowly into the parking lot, minimizing the driveway bump as much as he could. He glanced over at his temporary companion before exiting the car and walking around to her side, waiting for her to no longer be leaning on the door before he would open it.