Trapped? Dammit, that wasn't a good thing. The word trapped never sat well with Dean, it made him feel like an animal stuck in a cage with no way out. Something that was uncomfortable for Dean, especially with his free spirit and love for the open road. 'And do these native people ever leave?'
It was Dean's turn to look confused. 'Uh...no. I just arrived here...what? Two-three days ago and haven't really met anyone. This is the first time I'm meeting you. I never forget a face,' he said with an awkward shrug.