Looking for Dean Winchester. That could be purely innocent or purely something that could go bad quickly. It wasn't like Dean's old flames to go looking for him, well except Cassie but she called him.
Bobby stayed sideways, his hand upon one of the guns in the trunk. Sam, gripping Dean's Colt, turned but didn't raise it. He looked her over and she didn't look dangerous but then again, from his experience looks were deceiving.
Sam drew a breath, "I'm Dean's brother," he answered. "Sam." He didn't move however or put the gun away.
"Why do you want to talk to him?" Bobby asked, getting a feeling and in a way knowing she wasn't a demon. But something bothered him about her, he just couldn't put his finger on it.