The look on her face... Like she was struggling not to let the wind go out of her. Dean wasn't going to leap to conclusions, but that familiarity was jumping back up in his throat.
What do you know so far?
Dean licked at his lower lip, looking in the direction of Ellen's motel room. "Not too much. People are just missing, last few days. Nothing big's gone down here, there's nothing we wouldn't have seen, either. Called a friend who does the job, he hasn't heard about anything weird."
He considered how much to trust this girl, and that familiarity came back, in a wave. He didn't think too much about what he said next.
"Couple, uhm, people. In town. With special abilities. Telepath told me she can't 'feel' her missing housemate anymore. Like he just blinked out, that kind of thing."
Barely the space of a breath went by.
"You know Ellen. You do the job." It wasn't a question. Either thing. "Might regret asking this, but... do I know you? Maybe thirty years from now?"