There aren't thirty of us. We newbies stick out like sore thumbs. It's not just you.

( Her embarrassment is unfounded and Dean is feeling generous with encouragement. She seems young and over her head. Who knows what she was going through before this, or if she even believes in the supernatural. )

Just raided their closet. Story is, nobody's here. Whoever was, maybe they left. Maybe they died. Maybe they got sucked up into that fog and they're how people die. ( He shrugs. From encouraging to nonchalantly talking about death. Dean Winchester is a treasure. ) We don't know. But, the house is full of pictures. And the closet's -

( Like he said. Not his style. )