It'd taken over an hour to find the address, the specific address. It wasn't that Rob didn't know where the place was generally, but the situation required a little finesse because they didn't know how the brothel worked into all of this. Going in guns a-blazing seemed like the wrong way to go.
The youngest Winchester sighed softly as the woman who ran the brothel once more threw more "pretty young things" at him. He'd offered to be the distraction, but that didn't mean he had to like it. He'd rather be looking for clues; he let Johnny and Max head on upstairs with the girls. Yeah, he had a hard life, less than high class women hanging all over him.
"Listen, doll." That seemed like the right way to go. "They're pretty, but I need a girl with some heft to her. One that could have milked a cow back on a farm or something. Maybe one who doesn't look like she's been here for a while. Fresh, dewy eyed. And, maybe she can speak Latin?" He could come up with a hell of a list - would that keep the woman occupied long enough for Johnny and Max?