Dean was pacing around the small apartment with purpose, gathering together weapons, flashlights, and his jacket. Anything he might need for hunting this ghost thing that was terrorizing the town. The notes didn't make much sense at first, and Dean didn't think much of them until they started to worry his brother, as if the concern was contagious. Now, as much as he had faith in Sammy and his uncanny ability to stay alive in harsh situations, he couldn't help but worry that he was planning to go find the thing alone. Still, even as he was getting ready to go, he was conflicted between going with his kin and staying to protect the woman currently watching him through the entryway.
With a small, helpless sigh, he glanced at her beneath furrowed brows before looking back to his phone, finishing up the text to his brother. "Sammy's going to the lake to look for Elizabeth," He relayed, almost monotone, as his fingers frantically flicked buttons and then shoved the device in his pocket with the same amount of frustration. A hand raised to rub the back of his neck, staring off into space whilst he continued deciding what to do, making absolutely no progress until he looked back up towards Lisa.
This time, he actually took the sight of her in, the sensation seemingly melting some of his worry as he fell into the same sense of comfort he had when they were together. "He thinks her disappearance has something to do with all these weird notes floatin' around, but," He felt compelled to continue the explanation, but he stopped short of revealing his next thought, which had a lot to do with a case he and Sam had worked earlier, realizing he was supposed to be keeping quiet about those things. Instead, he ended with a sheepish shrug and a quick "I dunno," as he immediately went back to packing his little duffel bag.