Dean raked a hand through his hair. This girl looked young and innocent, and he didn't want to be the one to break it to her that she had come to a pretty screwed up world.
"You're in LA...Los Angeles, California." Remembering that her voice had sounded funny, but not wanting to seem like a knowitall, he quietly added "In the United States. I'm not sure why we were all drawn here, but you're here and you won't be able to go home. I'm sorry. It's an adjustment."
Trying to soften the blow, he stuck out his hand. "I'm Dean Winchester, and you are..."