"Where the hell could she have gone?" Sam questioned, looking around the motel room, a frown etched on his face.
The woman that Dean found was gone, along with most of their paper money. Dean wore a frown on his face, assuming the worst situation. She was really a thief, trying to steal all their money (she succeeded). She was a witch, planting a curse somewhere in their room (who knows what she did while they weren't there).
They were stupid to let her alone in the room. Someone shoulda stayed behind. It was only a small ghost hunt. If things got rough, they could've prayed for Castiel. Instead, they were wondering where the woman went.
"I say we just let her go," Dean shrugged, sitting down on one of the beds. He began to gather all his things, shoving them into a duffle bag.
Sam glared at Dean. "We can't just let her go off on her own. She doesn't have any memory of who she was, let alone what's out in the world. She'll be killed in a matter of time."
"Has Sammy gotten attached to the amnesiac in the couple days she's been here?" Dean asked, continuing to pack up his things. "I'm just saying, she left. We didn't tell her to. She did it on her own, and we're not responsible for her."
The younger Winchester ran a hand through his hair, trying to decipher what to do. They couldn't just leave her all alone... but Dean was right. This woman wasn't their responsibility.
"At least ask Cas to check on her," Sam groaned, going to pack up his own things.
"You got it, Sammy," Dean grinned. "Castiel, oh Castiel... I need you to angelically check on this one chick or whatever," Dean prayed, holding his hands together like a child in a church choir.
"I do not know of who you pray for," Castiel said, appearing in the middle of the motel room.
Dean jumped, holding a hand to this chest. Glaring at Castiel with his green eyes, he said to the angel, "Oh come on, Castiel. You've seen her. I know for a fact that you've been here while she was. There's no way you can't remember her."
A frown etched onto Castiel's face. "I... I do not recall ever seeing a woman in this room."
Both Sam and Dean stopped what they were doing to look at Castiel. An angel that recalled the beginning of humanity didn't remember a woman from a couple days ago.
They definitely had to find her now.
"We have to find someone that would probably know how to do with this," Sam said, trying to be rational. They couldn't freak out over an angel not having a memory of someone with no memories, right?
"Crowley," Dean said, trying to voice reason. The demon probably knew of something, anyway. It would be just like him to dump someone in a parking lot with no memories. Maybe Seventeen was really a demon in disguise, which could be very likely.
Everyone grimaced at Dean's suggestion. They didn't want to, but it was smart. Summon the King of Hell, and find out if he knew something.
"I hate demons," Sam muttered before trying to find that right stuff to summon a demon.