It's just that Felix hides things, sometimes, and in Dean's experience visions are never good. They can be helpful, sure, but he was always more alarmed by the physical effects, by the weight they left resting unnecessarily on Sam's shoulders, by what they meant for Sam. Felix might be overreacting, and Dean is well aware that the experience he's brought with him from his own world of the supernatural are, more often than not, not in the least applicable on the Barge, but the past couple of years have taught Dean a thing or two about reactions anyway.

He goes still and quiet while he thinks, racking his brain for anything he knows of right off hand, ignoring the reference to Elena for now. In the end, though, he has to shake his head.

"Nothing I know of - we can do some research. I've been here on a few hunts before, but nothing specific to the area. Basic hauntings, restless spirits, that sorta thing. The state itself, on the scale of hunter activity, is pretty low. 's called the City of Angels, but you'd have to believe in 'em first to think that means anything." The hunter shrugs, shifting his weight. "You got any more details? It's always the details that click it over. Seeing a beach is pretty vague."

Intentionally, he's going to go ahead and guess.