He really shouldn't have been surprised when he caught sight of the woman again as he pulled into the motel lot. Merely sparing a smile for her comments, he gathered his things from the seat next to him before stepping out of the car. Dean shut the door and made his way to the trunk, unlocking it and pulling it open to grab the black duffel resting inside. He hiked it up onto his shoulder and closed the trunk, turning and walking over to the motel's office to book his room.<br/><br/>With very little talking, which Dean found odd for a small town, the manager took his payment and handed him the keys to 108 before turning his attention back to the small television in front of him. Dean left the office and eyed the numbers as he passed them until he reached 108, using the key to open the door and shuck his bag onto the double bed. Tossing the key onto the table by the window, he decided the first thing to do was set up before he went anywhere. So, Dean began taking out his laptop and notebooks, setting them all on the table. Despite having information, he wasn't about to rush headfirst unless he had something more. What that something more was, he didn't know yet but he was sure he would once it appeared. At that thought, he sat down at the table with the things he bought and began to go over his research again, adding in the information the store owner had shared as he ate.