Dean needed help; just like Sam needed help. They all needed help. Her nose wrinkled a little at how completely lost he was. She nodded a little, taking the number. Just a quick stuffing in the pocket.
"You know, when I get down, I like pancakes. Actually I like pancakes all the time. And tacos. Tacos would be really good right now." She looked at a few more reels before moving to the project. "Let's see which button might work."
Dean wasn't the only one who'd been somewhere else; sure, she'd never been to hell, but she'd been lost. She knew all about being lost. She flipped a switch and jumped back as she apparently sent the projector going in the wrong direction.