Dean frowned, swearing he had seen her before. But where was the thing. He then glanced back to his bags then back to her. she still had this feeling about her, that he knew her, seen her.
"Was shopping for some winter clothing. Not used to there being cold like this. Usually go toward warmer weather." He gave a smile.
He still had that feeling about him that he had seen her. That for some feeling, he had seen her and possibly in hell?