Tough crowd. Dean was pretty sure she meant business. But so did he and while she wasn't gonna let him slide, the longer she kept talking, the more of an idea he had of where she was, her voice coming off to the side in the fog. He could go back. But he needed this salt and if he had to get into a fistfight with a demon to get it, then it was time to suck it up and take it like a man. Dean was standing there casually up until she was telling him it was his own good to go back; he suddenly lunged in her direction, diving through the fog and following her voice, trying to seek her out.

To be honest, he didn't want to kill the demon's host. Knocking her out would be his best bet, but if push came to shove, he might have to do worse than just giving her a bump on the head.