Dean and you had been on the hunt for several days now for a certain ghost in a small county that particularly liked to scare people.

Stopping at a motel that looked abandoned, Dean parked the Impala, but was in no hurry to get out of the car.

He is silent for a while, and then turns to you and extends his hand, he must have wanted to touch you, but at the last moment he changed his mind and took the water bottle, taking a sip.

"Don't go too far from me, okay? We don't know what we might run into." Dean got out of the car, heading towards the motel entrance.