Dean is silent for a few long moments, and still save his lean closer to the door. He even holds his breath to make sure he can listen as closely as he needs to. One shoulder is braced on the door, one hand behind his back just in case he might need his gun.

He doesn't hear anything. Out of force of habit, he inhales deeply as he straightens up. He doesn't smell anything, either, no sulfur, nothing to suggest demons.

He looks over at Integra, grave, shaking his head. "Not a damned thing. Doesn't mean she's not still in there."