[Except as much as Dean likes this familiar feeling of chatting up a pretty girl--even without any innuendo--going anywhere with her alone is a bad idea. Not when he hasn't eaten in almost two days.]
You said things were quiet. Where have you been looking. If I know a demon, it's probably in one of the darkest, rattiest hell holes they could find around here. [Or Meg might. Crowley would look for the biggest mansion with a gate around it.]