Hearing a voice, Shannon stopped pacing and looked around. Her eyes rested on a guy who looked like he could be Dean's given age...but her heart sank a little at the prospect of that being Dean. He was...pretty... She couldn't help being disappointed.
"I don't know, I haven't gone in. I thought probably it was just some of the kids around here being stupid just because they could and I don't do kids, so..." she said with a shrug. "I was waiting for them to leave," she added.
She didn't want to ask if he was, indeed, Dean, because she didn't really want him to be. Instead, she shifted her weight slightly from one foot to the other and then looked over her shoulder toward the kitchen when there was a loud crash. "Oh, what the hell...?" she murmured, frowning in that direction.