What felt like forever later, Dean decided he'd had enough looking over the recent history of the town. Grabbing his gun from where he had set it at some unknown time, he returned it to his waistband. He collected his room key and his favorite jacket before exiting the room. Once he slid into the seat of his car and pulled out of the lot, it didn't take long to find the creepy abandoned house the shop owner had talked about. He drove as close as he dared before cutting the ignition, getting out and heading to the trunk. He popped it open and lifted the fake floor, gathering the things he might need like salt, shotgun, and even the demon knife Sam had made sure to send with him for this one. Making sure the knife was easily accessible to him, he shut the trunk and made his way to the front door, noticing that it had been disturbed<i>very</i>recently.<br/><br/>Cautiously, he opened the door with his sawed-off at the ready. His boots made little noise on the dust caked floor as he slipped quietly inside. The moment he did, however, the scent of sulfur flooded his senses. Dean made a face at the smell but continued through the foyer to what he figured would be the sitting room in such a fancy styled house. His eyes caught sight of the fireplace and the smears of disturbed dust all along it. He inched forward with a confused expression before noticing a smear of what looked to be very fresh blood. He moved to look closer at the smear when, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a figure on the floor at the far side of the fireplace. Now he was even more confused, until he noticed the red hair he remembered from earlier that day.<br/><br/>Without a second thought, he moved over to the figure which, on closer inspection now, was definitely the woman from earlier. At least she was still breathing, he couldn't help but think. He vaguely wondered just what she was doing there as he carefully tapped the side of her leg, the only part he deemed safe to touch without causing further harm. He considered just picking her up and getting her back to the motel to try and patch her up, but he didn't think she'd thank him very much for doing that if her consent were possible. He again tried to rouse her, voice calling softly to her in a concerned tone.