Girl ghosts - especially young ones - were always the creepiest. Dean didn't know why, but it was just one of those facts of life, like buying a girl flowers once a month was a good idea because dudes were bound to Fuck Up. CYA.
Which was what he was doing when he cocked the shotgun, still leaving it on his shoulder, moving forward in front of Teague. His ears had heard right, and he turned into that room, toeing the door open and looking around. "Sweetheart? Andrew said you were up here. You okay, honey?"