Dean glanced at Logan. "Thanks, tell me the next time you're on Project Runway." Yes, Dean had some idea about that show; he had lived with a woman for a year and a few months after all.
"I need more information. The thing didn't touch you, so either it really likes your face," Dean gave Logan a look that suggested it couldn't have been that. "Or it's something else. I'm not digging the idea that I might have to do some major wrecking to get to the damn thing."
The hunter started to back up, pulling the phone out of his pocket. Sam and Cas seemed a little out of touch, Cas more so than Sam. He'd get Fred to earn her small finder's fee, if there was one.
"I need to talk to the lady who called this in. You can come along, I guess. Put the box in your apartment." He waited to see what the kid would do before dialing Fred.