[ She drops her head back to lean on the door frame, but her eyes don't break contact with Dean's face for a second. New people are always interesting. Mostly they're just distracting though, until their presence settles down and she can tune them away into the static of overwhelming thoughts and feelings and echoes of lives she's never lived.

He's interesting though, and she narrows her eyes slightly. He's interesting and slightly different. Congratulations, Dean has just earned himself one tiny stalker. ]

And now she's interrupted his hard earned peace. So sorry. [ She doesn't really look it sorry. Not at all, in fact. She's still staring, because he's interesting and that's what she does, but she does lighten up slightly on the suspicious glances being cast his way. ]

What's the puzzle piece, where did he lose it? She can't figure it out.