"Yeah, you were already gone. By the time I got out of hell ... hey, we tried to reach you and we went to your place, but nothin'," Dean said. "Think we even stayed a few nights, took over the house until we got a job." He nodded and looked around the room. This was his new place. He didn't know what to think of it because he never planned on staying long. Actually, he still didn't. He'd devote every free moment to trying to get out of this dimension so he could get back to Sammy.
"Sam ... fuck," he muttered and looked down at the carpet. "Yeah, sure, he was fine." Dean didn't know how he was doing now that everyone was gone though. Dean skimmed over Bobby asking about Solvei and that was mainly because he didn't want to talk about her, but to humor Bobby, he complied.
"And yeah, Sol's blonde and she's a bitch. You know, if you ever run into her," he clarified then nodded slightly before getting up from the bed.
"I don't need to talk, I need to find a way out of here."