"This is Logan." Dean settled down in one of the seats, setting his pie and coffee on the table. "We're working a case. I'm working a case, he's tagging along. It's interesting. Has intrigue, death, ghosts, and even lingerie." The hunter smirked, having seen almost experienced all of those with the knight.
"Can't figure out why the guy's - guessing it's a guy - is haunting Logan's place. Not only haunting, but stealing underwear. First time I've ever heard of it, but doesn't mean it is impossible." Yes, Dean didn't seem to mind telling her what was going on. She was somewhat in the know, not perfectly, but she'd seen enough that he doubted she'd run for the hills from the crazy man.
"Going to see if a missing tranny's dad knows anything. Lives in the same building. Probably went all American Beauty meets Electra on the poor kid." Dean knew stuff. He took a bite of pie, relishing it. "Pretty good pie."