"He checked it out with me - we got the call, and went in. We heard something happening in the apartment, and Sam kicked the door down. Then there was the frog - it pounced Sam. Sam thinks it's Fred. Kind of weird, but hey.." Dean shrugged.
"Damn thing just jumped him, and sat there for a moment. Maybe Sam's got something for frogs, maybe it's her. Either way, we gotta find it and her." He put away his phone and waited for the computers to do their thing.
"We'll find her, and then we'll find out who did anything to her. Then we'll send that person to hell." Yes, he was a little protective. Just a little. Then again, he cared about the strange girl.
Knowing that this could take time, he found a chair and settled in it close to his gal, his woman, his own personal superhero. Dean wrapped his arm around the back of her chair and held her close. "We can fix this." Maybe he said it to her, maybe he said it to himself, but he believed it.