"I'm good, thanks," Dean muttered, more to himself since Emma had already vacated the area, though he did take the opportunity to lean his weight against the door frame. He had to make sure he was between Lisa and the Thing in case it managed to follow them. Hands clenched unrelentingly to the steel, even as his thoughts seeped toward the blade hidden beneath his jacket.
Opening his eyes, he realized Emma was speaking, and he had all but collapsed against the wall, this time making a conscious decision to plant his ass on the floor before he fell on it.
"What the Hell happened?" He repeated, verbatim, making sure his auditory senses were functioning properly. "We got Lisa's entire apartment thrown at us by some, some... batshit SuperGhost. It's like the thing has it out for her. It was attacking her." He went on, voice still winded and broken, but the life behind his emerald eyes returned full force. He turned them towards Emma. "Tell me you didn't know that place was haunted when you moved her in there." This time, there was an accusatory hint in his tone.