The woman was now going to help him? Dean wasn't sure he knew what was going on because it seemed like this happy little woman was certainly doing her best to out crazy him. She might even succeed. He just stared at her as she actually patted his arm? His brows rose in question, and he really wasn't sure what to say. He didn't need any help, last time he checked.
He looked down the sidewalk one way then another to see if maybe he was being punked. Maybe Sam had gotten a little more sophisticated in his pranks, but Dean highly doubted that. Or the Trickster was at it again, which really didn't make him happy.
"Sure, sure, I'll wait here." He wasn't sure if he was going to leave her here, but he couldn't just let this woman walk around if she was some sort of evil old bitty. He couldn't let her just go and do evil things, right? There was a little voice in his head that suggested that she might actually be some happy little old woman who wanted nothing more than to find the Hospital and help people, but the world didn't work that way. People just weren't that nice or that happy. There was always something going on behind the smiles.
"Just hurry because something might happen. I might have to go somewhere." He really could get a call whenever that needed his attention.