The kid shrugged. "I haven't seen anything real weird since October. The fair? Everything's been pretty damn normal since."
When the blond girl started talking, Dean managed to keep a poker face. But she was talking like she was a hunter. She knew something. He couldn't place her, he was too busy focusing on his missing daughter. And now that he stopped to think about it, it'd been a few days since he'd seen Jo, too. Fanfuckingtastic.
Nobody checked in. Nobody checked out. All of Ellen's stuff was still in her room. Had she been taken? That was a cop question, or a 'steal the motel security tapes again' question. Dean just nodded. "If you think of anything..." he said, sliding the kid a fake FBI card with his number on it.
The kid nodded.
Dean turned around and looked at the blond girl, unable to shake the feeling that he should know who she was. He decided to play it off like she was an FBI agent, too. "You just get in?" he asked.