Noncommittal hums were all he dared to give until her comment about looks had him pausing, brows furrowing as he watched her attention turn to the shop's owner. Now what would have made her say something like that? He'd only ever received similar comments from women who knew exactly what he was like. Dean was absolutely positive he didn't know this particular red-head. Was it even possible to have negative trust for someone?<br/><br/>At the shopkeeper's question, he merely shook his head and gestured in a 'ladies first' manner, allowing the owner to be distracted by the woman's conversations and questions. Which seemed to only get stranger, as it were. '<i>Pie? Could that subject be any more obvious? Who the hell has this lady been talking to?'</i>Dean went over things in his head as he listened to the information being shared. At least he knew what he'd be doing later. Turning to face the man whose attention was now on him, he smiled and plucked an Italian sub from the selection.<br/><br/>"Good morning. You've a wonderful town here. Are there any places for visitors to stay?" he inquired, placing the items he held onto the counter and slipping his wallet out.<br/><br/>"Of course, of course. Right at the end of the main street here there's a small Motel." the older gentleman replied, gesturing in the general direction of the building as he spoke. He then told Dean the total, accepting the money with a genial smile and counting out the change. "Really is a nice place, the motel. Fixed up just recently, and a good thing too. It used to be quite run down." the man continued. Dean nodded and took his change and bag of items with a word of thanks before making his way to the exit of the store.