Time was getting closer for Dean. Before he went back to the motel to meet with Sam, Dean took a moment to walk in the park. To clear his head. It was a jumbled mess of thoughts he wasn't sure about.
He didn't see the woman walking with a smoke in her hand. His own were deep in his pocket, head down as rattlings of childhood and his father's voice were echoing in his head.
He banged into her, shoulders bumping, "Huh, oh sorry."