Well, this is awkward. Dean doesn't usually just burst into the room of an obviously teenage girl, yet here he is and she looks-- upset. But the memory, he thinks, has mostly to do with that, and he can see why. Whatever it is that had gotten all these people up to this point seems like a fight, a journey, and a struggle.

Still, he turns to her, his voice low.

"This is, uh--" he fumbles with his words for a moment, the pushes aside the feelings that must be hers rather than his. "Intense memory, huh?"

He might as well try to be decent about it all, instead of going hunter on her about how so many people had kept their supernatural identities a secret. He'd always known there were werewolves in Wonderland, but who exactly and what type-- he hadn't known until right now. At least most of them are gone.