Trixa fixed Dean with a glare. She got it, really, she did. It was the Dean's father, he didn't want to fight his old man, but sitting still wasn't in Trixa's vocabulary. "Watching the perimeter means we're still letting him come here - We need time, we need to lead him - SHIT! What the hell was that?"

To be honest, seeing Britta just... disappear made a chill go down Trixa's spine. That? Was probably not a good sign. Which meant things were getting worse, not better.

"Screw this. Winchester, I'm going, you in or out?" She needed to do something, not just sit here and wait for something else bad to happen.