Okay, so, it really hadn't been a good idea to commando his way over here; a moment later, Dean realizes this and abruptly lifts himself to sit on the counter he'd been previously leaning on with a wince.

"Well, at least you got that part figured out. Just keep your eyes open and you got it made." He smirks, settling in without any apparent regard for whether or not Titus wants him there. "Bad dreams?"