John taught Dean well. He's right there, right behind Integra, but he doesn't get in her way or get underfoot as she enters the bedroom. He, too, takes in the drawings, the condition of the room, confused.

He's further confused by the fact that he doesn't see anything in there for Mabel to be screaming about. It's not a good sign. It's not a person, nothing whose head he can kick in to solve this.

He stows his gun as he moves slowly toward where Mabel is, careful not to make any sudden movements. And he doesn't touch her to get her attention; he lowers himself to a crouch, carefully, putting himself into her line of sight.

"Mabel? What's going on?"