Dean/Lisa
Setting out on his own, Dean drowned himself in his mission. Find Lisa. Of course, he was keeping an eye out for any lost soul, but his mind was set on her, and he thought he knew exactly where to start looking. Same place he found her last time, the playground, and he let his natural sense of direction guide him there in the haze. Even though he knew where he was going, it still proved to be a challenge actually getting there.
"Lisa!" He called into the dark, over and over again, listening as his own voice mingled with the creepy echoes of sounds that seemed to be coming from all around him. The twisted feeling in his gut became more prominent the longer he almost jogged through the town, spreading a bad feeling throughout the rest of his insides. He had to find her. Not finding her was just... not an option.
Once he actually came upon the playground, he stopped, almost out of breath. It was an odd deja-vu, and for a second he thought he might get another slide thrown at him. "Lisa?" He tried hesitantly, flashing his beam around the area, wondering vaguely why he thought she would be here in the first place.