Dean didn't stare, so much as try to figure out what the hell was standing beside him. He could handle crazy, more or less, and he was somewhat okay with old people. It wasn't like he really got a lot of time to spend with them, seeing as how many old ghosts types were there? If you died old, chances are you died after a long life, not in some really violent manner, right? So, old folks, or older folks really weren't around much, especially not hunters.
He looked up at the walk sign, not realizing there was one. He was just going to walk out into the middle of the street as soon as traffic slowed, which was how he did things. Why wait for some authority to tell him it was okay when he could see it all on his own? He'd been looking after himself for a while not, after all.
"What?" He finally got out. The woman looked and sounded familiar, but he couldn't place her. He was pretty certain she hadn't been around the fairy lady with her glitter and who knew what else. He knew he'd seen her before, but she didn't look like anyone he'd helped. Maybe she looked like someone they met when they were younger. No, he was certain he'd have met someone who waved "hello" at no-walk signs.
"Yeah, right. Hello." The hunter said with a smile; it was slightly practiced, but few could tell that. He reached over and pressed the button. Maybe she had already pressed it, but he wasn't sure he was up to dealing with whatever was coming.