A petite blonde girl appeared in their vision. She saw them at around the same time. "Hello? Hi." Awk-ward. Two guys, one who looked her age, but no Dean. "I'm looking for Dean. Dean Winchester?"
Both of their faces seemed to somehow look even more serious. "Are you guys friends of his?" Hopefully I'd followed the trail right, and tracked him down. It'd be embarrassing if they had no clue what I was talking about. Well, of they could easily lie. Or, try to lie, rather. There was a recognition in their hard eyes - they knew who I was talking about. I decided to skip any 'who' games they might play. "Where is he? It's important that I...I've got to talk to him. So if you could just point me in the right direction I'll be out of your hair."
Speaking of hair, the younger guy had a lot of hair - a whole mop-head full of it. I almost added that to break the tension.