Sighing, Dean rolled his eyes and settled them on the ground. Right. How could he forget? This entire town is haunted. He cut that thought process off just short of coming to terms with the fact that this was in no way Emma's fault, but without Sam or Cas around, there was nobody else to project his frustration onto. The Creepytown Sherrif would have to do.
Years of experience in hunting suddenly compelled him to pull out his mysterious device, which he hadn't touched since Lisa explained what it was. In the absence of action, research was his best friend, and that thing was his only access to the world.
"No, not really, It was too quick, popping in and out, throwing shit, I can't say I got a good look. Wasn't like any ghost I've ever seen before," He blurted out when questions were thrown his way. "According to this thing, some people around here are having trouble sleeping, but no talk of enraged ghosts. I have no clue."