Dean grabbed the shotgun he'd dropped when they passed it. He half-followed, half-hung back. The Impala was parked nearby. Driving was probably better if she had stuff to carry.
Years ago? Who the fuck was this woman?
She was pointing back toward the town center, and back toward the Phoenix. Dean smirked. Apparently, every strange woman possible and every woman he'd ever met might turn up at that motel, and want to talk to him there. Because that's what we did now. First Juliet, then Jo. Then Molly, now Faith.
He walked along with her, Impala in sight.
How come you know about all this stuff?
Dean motioned with his head for her to follow him to the car, then opened the trunk, propping it up with a gun and putting the shotgun away. The trunk was packed with weapons, holy water and charms, and a devil's trap was drawn on the inside of it. He did not show this to just anyone.
But he had a feeling Faith could take it.
"It's the family business," he said, slamming the trunk.