Okay, lead or not, that shit needs addressed. Dean is drawn up short when he sees Sam's running gear about to be put to use, features clouding for just a moment.
"Dude, are you stupid?" No, wait, not the time for a fight; and besides, if Dean can distract Sam with talking to Titus, the nimwit can't go A.) Aggravating his injuries by taking a page from Dean's book of physical therapy and B.) right back where the problem started to begin with and C.) Giving Dean another heart attack or three. The hunter flaps a hand, forcibly taking that baby step back from Asshole Mode to Professional Mode again, hoping Sam will let him dismiss it; they can discuss why Sam's running shoes are in the toilet later, after Dean has had a chance to try to flush them.
"Never mind. This is... huh." Dean glances over his shoulder to motion Titus in and doesn't see him at first, not until he twists to look and finds the smaller man... could that be considered cowering? Dean steps to the side and raises both eyebrows at him. "I actually didn't get your name, but c'mon in. This is my brother Sam, and I'm Dean, and I think we can all help each other. Pop a squat on the bed there, if you want - or there's a chair there."
Titus has probably never seen a cheap but comfortable modern American hotel room with two queen-sized beds; he can get an eyeful now, though.
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Date: 2011-06-24 12:44 am (UTC)"Dude, are you stupid?" No, wait, not the time for a fight; and besides, if Dean can distract Sam with talking to Titus, the nimwit can't go A.) Aggravating his injuries by taking a page from Dean's book of physical therapy and B.) right back where the problem started to begin with and C.) Giving Dean another heart attack or three. The hunter flaps a hand, forcibly taking that baby step back from Asshole Mode to Professional Mode again, hoping Sam will let him dismiss it; they can discuss why Sam's running shoes are in the toilet later, after Dean has had a chance to try to flush them.
"Never mind. This is... huh." Dean glances over his shoulder to motion Titus in and doesn't see him at first, not until he twists to look and finds the smaller man... could that be considered cowering? Dean steps to the side and raises both eyebrows at him. "I actually didn't get your name, but c'mon in. This is my brother Sam, and I'm Dean, and I think we can all help each other. Pop a squat on the bed there, if you want - or there's a chair there."
Titus has probably never seen a cheap but comfortable modern American hotel room with two queen-sized beds; he can get an eyeful now, though.