It wasn't as though Darcy knew Dean well enough to see that something was wrong just by looking at him, but it was hard not to notice the vast difference between the last Dean she'd talked to — drunken and silly, smiling genuinely — and this one, who smelled of soot and smoke and looked like he was trying to hard to look okay when he probably wasn't. She didn't know what this Dean had gone through and something told her she probably didn't want to, but she could still tell that something was wrong and it broke her heart.
He was being so quiet, in fact, that the sound of his voice when he finally responded again felt foreign and uncomfortable to her, but Darcy shrugged it off; it wasn't her place to judge or ask. She was just offering him somewhere to crash and in private so he wasn't bombarded with family he may or may not want to see. Her best guess was the latter, anyway, for whatever reason.
"I'm sure, too," she lied easily, smiling gently. "Just...you know, better safe than sorry," she added a little more awkwardly than she would have liked to admit to even herself. It was comforting to hear him say that he'd take care of it if not, though, because that meant there was at least still some semblance of the Dean she knew hiding in there. He was still a hunter, it sounded like; or, if not, he was at least of the mindset that he could handle whatever might be thrown at him. He hadn't freaked too much about the Biblical Seal, at the very least. "Okay," she replied, not really knowing how else to respond.
When he held the door open, Darcy moved to lock the door and made her way out, waiting just outside for a second until he'd followed. She checked the door to be sure it had been locked properly. When she was satisfied that all was well, Darcy started heading toward the complex. It would be about ten blocks or so, she figured, because the ride had only taken about three or four minutes in the cab.
"So...I mean, if it's too personal or whatever, that's okay, but...when did you come from, exactly? I mean, I know it sounds totally weird, but it's 2011 here but it had been 2005 when I'd come from originally," she said, trying to break the silence a little and maybe put forth a tiny effort to distract him.