Dean sat slowly up to stare at the now empty air. He sighed softly, then glanced at her. His brow lifted slightly.
"You said you knew me, what I did. You must not know me as well as you thought. Now, I suggest you get out of here and let me put the dirt back. You got all the story you're getting." He rolled his eyes, biting back a groan. He wasn't exactly feeling his best. Then again, fighting ghosts wasn't exactly the feel good job of the century.