Getting a good feel for this place was pretty high on his list; he didn't like not knowing the lay of the land, or what to expect. Especially when he was running short on supplies. Didn't even have his colt 1911 with him...felt freaking naked. "Me?" Offering a casual shrug of his shoulders, Dean fell into step beside her.
"Not from anywhere, really. Do a lot of traveling." In this weird ass place? His life probably wouldn't seem like such a stretch; at any rate, it'd be a whole lot more believable. Didn't mean he was itching to tell the truth. Honesty and women wasn't a combination Dean added together very often.