Dean watched Mika’s wheels turn as she debated what to do first.  He had a feeling she wanted to split from him, but he was thankful she didn’t ask.  He couldn’t do it.  He sighed and stood close to her, hearing out her plan and gripping his flashlight.  When she found the entrance, he turned his own flashlight toward it, keeping it there as they approached.

He, too, pulled his gun from the back of his belt, holding it over his flashlight.  He wanted to allow her to take control of the entire situation, but also to keep her safe.  If he could let her make the calls, but keep her from running away, he was going to take that deal, any day.  

As they stepped into the house, Dean’s mouth fell open at how clean everything seemed.  He also noticed as they stepped in that there was a certain level of electricity still running through the house, lighting the fake torches that were scattered about the walls in the corridors.  The place almost looked cared for.

“Yeah this is…not something I expected.”, he muttered, still mesmerized as he ran a finger across one of the dustless bannisters.  He looked all around the room, shutting his flashlight off and tucking it into the interior pocket of his jacket.  Pulling his gun in front of him with both hands, he opened a couple of cabinets, inspecting the clean dishes inside.

“Are we sure we aren’t trespassing?”, he asked quietly, noting that other than the place caving in on the outside, it seemed like someone was still living here, and comfortably at that.  He stepped back up close to her, as the noise sounded upstairs.  His gun instinctively pointed toward the point of origin for the noise, the center of the ceiling.  He furrowed his brow and pointed silently with his head, toward the stair case, stealthily gliding over to the bottom step and tiptoeing onto it with a slight creak.  The sound made him cringe, and stop for a second, before biting the bullet and slowly making his way up the stairs.