Dean moved over to the door, kicking over the rug on the floor to reveal the Devil's Trap he had drawn on the bottom of it. Paranoid? Maybe, but he'd had too many run-ins to not be anymore. He replaced the rug and walked to where he'd left his weapons the night before, grabbing the knife and bringing it over to her.<br/><br/>"There's already salt on the windows and the door is already covered, but should you need to, this will kill a demon outright. I promise it won't take but a few minutes." He held it out to her, an encouraging smile on his lips. "Just tell me what you'd like and I'll be back before you know it."