The scowl deepened slightly at that point, as much as Dean couldn't deny it. "Yeah, well, not through my choice," he muttered, moving more back into the room and temporarily abandoning the quest for more coffee as he sat back on the motel bed. "She's just always around, always with Sam and it doesn't seem like anything I say makes a damn bit of difference on that."
God, he'd give just about anything to get his hands on the Colt again and shoot her in the face. That would be fun.
Still, talking about the case was distracting and Dean focused on that. "Yeah, this ghost sickness that seems to be trying to kill half the people here," he gestured at the computer screen. "Seems to be targeting people who've killed before, though we don't know that for sure. Some of them seem like okay people though, so I'm guessing they made a mistake in their past or something. Gwen's could have been an accident as well," he picked up some note paper from beside him on the bed. "Girl's all electrical, kills anyone who touches her whether she wants to or not. And Andrew seems like a real nice guy, I can't see him as the callous murder type." And Spike was a vampire, but Dean had heard something about a soul, so maybe his deaths were before that or something. Who the hell knew anyway.
"Now we're just trying to find the right ghost so we can do our thing and stop these people having heart failures."