Dean jolted away from the door when the bench slammed against it, the steel rod firmly in his grasp. His widened green eyes were still fixated on the only barrier between them and the apparition, until he saw a small blonde figure move in front of it. This must be Emma.
She didn't look like much of an authority figure, but Dean made sure to keep his mouth shut. He was probably just frustrated that this woman had put Lisa in an apartment that had a crazy ghost problem, as if it was somehow her fault. Beneath all that, he realized it wasn't, but he didn't have time to explore all the things upsetting him at the moment. They had priorities.
"I'm fine," he answered quickly, shooting a look toward Lisa that echoed Emma's question, before his gaze fell to her injury. "How's the leg?"