Dean didn't have the notebook on him. He gave her a slight smirk as she found other things no doubt: a gun, a couple flasks, a knife or three, a bag of something that didn't smell good, a small bag of salt, a notebook. Okay, so there was a notebook, but it was leather bound. It looked like something a cop would carry to make notes in, not the hunter who lived until recently in sleazy motels. While Lois did the pat down, Dean just smiled at the chick in the harem outfit.
"Sorry, no notebook. Though you can have that one if you want. Nothing important in it. Sorry, no stories for you." Dean shrugged. "You didn't say you were killing the story, Woodward. You would have hurt more people than you expected with some of the stuff in that notebook of yours. If it makes you feel any better, I did take care of two more ghosts and a shifter from your notes." Yes, she'd found a few strange things that were causing trouble. He ended the trouble.
"You're an unsung hero." He smiled and winked at her, half expecting to be smacked again for it. "So, new notebook, heroics. I'd call that a pretty good day, wouldn't you, Jeannie?" Well, that was who she looked like after all.