He offered a good natured smile, bobbing his head up and down as soon as he released Dean’s hand. He stuffed his own hands into the front pockets of his jeans, glancing around them at the buildings they stood near. The truth was, Peter hadn’t found a whole lot. He was just figuring out the town, or at least as much as he could figure out. All he knew was that he’d never heard of Marrowood before, that it didn’t seem plausible that he’d sleep through a kidnapping, and that by this point he was sure whatever Big Bad had did said ‘napping would have made itself known by now.
“Not...really,” he said, as he shook his head with a sigh. “So far all I’ve got is, other than people who woke up with the same problem, the folks here seem a little high strung. Especially when you start asking questions. Between that and this whole nightmare, ghost-y situation going on, I’ve got nothing.”
Peter shifted his weight, removed his hands from his pockets, and folded his arms over his chest.
“And I’ve been told to not go wandering into the forest, so...naturally I did that...and it turns out that really wasn’t a great idea,” he said. “What about you? Know anything?”